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angelikook · 10 months
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Love Blinds
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Pairing(s): Blind!Jungkook x reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 4.7k
Warning(s): Accident(s)
Summary: You are his oldest and only best friend, but why do you leave him all of a sudden when he needs you most?
A/n This fic was requested by the sweetest person on the planet, @thehopelessromanticclub. I know this took me quite some time, because I'm also juggling with work and uni. Nevertheless, I had so much fun writing this. While this was one of the hardest fics to write, I enjoyed every process it took. Fun fact, this fic is literally the first fic that made me cry when I wrote it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I've never met a blind or visually impaired person in my life. Everything I've written about blindness and living as a blind person, I learned about them from the internet. I know that there's only so much one can learn from the internet. If there are any inaccuracies about them in this fic, please let me know.
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There was one thing on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see his best friend, you.
It happened when he was too young to understand the world around him. He was around four or five years old. One morning he woke up still able to see cars passing by, people walking by, he could even name all the colors he saw. The next morning, he woke up to darkness, nothingness, and his mom’s cries.
He met you not long after. He was playing in the park while also learning how to use a walking cane. After half an hour of successfully not walking into anything, he accidentally tripped on his cane and fell.
He wasn’t a crier. So as the pain on his knees spread – he was sure it was at least bruising – he still kept quiet. It went like that for a bit since he didn’t have enough power to stand up again, the pain on his knees was too painful.
The next thing he felt was the soft touch on his free hand, the hand that wasn’t holding his cane. And then, he heard a girl’s voice, “Here, take my hand. I’ll help you up.”
With that, he took the girl’s hand – your hand – and introduced himself as Jungkook.
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Jungkook fidgeted on his seat at the bleachers as he waited for you. Hands were already clammy to the point he wanted to wash his hands. You were supposed to come a whole 30 minutes ago and he was supposed to be listening to his coach’s briefing by now. He tried to call and text you, but you didn’t reply to any of them. In your defense, you weren’t big on calling and texting, you preferred scrolling mindlessly on social media and sending him memes.
“Kook, coach Lee is waiting for you by the pool, don’t you wanna go?” His mom woke him up from his deep thoughts.
Jungkook sighed. “I’m worried about Y/n.”
The seat beside him creaked, a sign that his mom took a seat beside him. “Stop thinking of her. Obviously she doesn’t think you’re that important.”
“She was never late, mom. This is just a one time thing,” he defended you. He never understood why his mom disliked you. For all he knew, she had hated you since the first time you met him back at the park. All this time, his mom probably only tolerated you because she knew how much you meant to him.
“The show must go on. Worry about her later.” With that, his mom stood up and left him again with his thoughts.
It took him around five long minutes to realize that his mom was right. The show really must go on. Whether you came or not, he still had a competition to win.
Just as he stood up from his seat, he heard someone run to him.
“Am I late?” you asked in the midst of panting, seemingly you've been running.
Upon hearing your voice, Jungkook smiled. “Well, I’ll be on in a bit. So, kinda?”
“I know you’re gonna do great, as always.”
“And I know you’re gonna ask me for a free meal if I win.”
“‘When’ you win, you mean,” you corrected him.
He laughed heartily. He didn’t know why but you always managed to lighten his mood. “I think it’s time to talk to coach Lee. He’s been waiting for me.”
“It’s your own fault for waiting for me.” You lightly pushed his shoulder.
“It’s your fault for being late.”
“You know why I’m late.”
“You snoozed your alarm again?”
“Yep.” You pushed him again, this time a bit harder. “Now go. The competition’s about to begin.”
“Go sit beside my mom, yeah?”
You huffed. “Your mom doesn’t like me. I’ll sit here. I’ll find you once it’s over.”
“I tell you multiple times to ignore her. I want you there.”
“But your mom doesn’t. I’ll be okay, seriously. Just go, your mom’s already glaring at me.”
The swimming competition went just like how his other competitions went. He listened to coach Lee, shook the hands of other participants, swam like he was born for it, and won the competition. It was easy. It became a routine.
The crowd surrounding him and congratulating him, him thanking them, and him waiting for your turn to congratulate him also became a routine. A boring routine that he would rather skip. He’d rather celebrate with the people he loved, his mom and you.
After the crowd around him left, you finally came up to him and gave him a big hug despite his body was still half wet. It was the 'you' Jungkook always knew, supporting him no matter what.
“Congratulations,” you whispered to his ear. “Again.”
“You sound like you’re tired of congratulating me,” Jungkook joked once you let go of him.
“I'm not tired when it comes to getting free food.”
Jungkook chuckled. “You’re lucky the prize money I'll get will be a bit more than usual. I can take you to that new cafe you’ve always wanted to try.”
“Really?”
He nodded. In his mind, he could only imagine how beautiful your smile would be and how the glimmer of happiness in your eyes shined through. And just like that, the wish to be able to see you grew stronger.
Knowing how his mom was towards you, Jungkook took the initiative to celebrate his win in two different settings: once with his mom and once with you. He’d always done that despite deep down wanting to celebrate it with both his mom and you.
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“What’s your plan?” you asked after you picked up your ice cream that he paid.
“For? Don’t be cryptic, please,” Jungkook replied in a bored tone.
“For swimming, of course. I bet you’re gonna get another offer.”
“Already did. Coach Lee wanted me to join this year’s national competition. He thinks it’d be good for pushing my career forward.”
“I assume you accept it?”
“It’s not like I have any other competition at the moment.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I guess. When will it be, though?”
“Still a few months away.” He laughed when he noticed the strain in your voice. He assumed it was because you were nervous for him. “If you’re worried I don’t get enough rest, relax. Coach Lee purposely makes me rest for around a month.”
“For a person who’s never been to a national competition before, you sure seem so chill.”
“If I stress it out, I’ll be unreasonably overthinking.”
“Good wisdom.”
“I know. I’m always wise.”
“Says the one who got scratched by a cat because they kept annoying it.”
It was true, though, he indeed was scratched by a cat once. That was one experience that he didn’t want to repeat ever.
Jungkook protested, “That’s just one time.”
“But that one time makes you not always wise,” you teased him.
“I’ll never win an argument against you, will I?”
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Time flew after that. Jungkook really did take a break for a month. If by break it meant he was swimming every other day instead of everyday. And once the month was up, he was training intensely until it was exactly a month before his competition.
Knowing well that you were waiting for him on the bleachers, Jungkook left you to change his clothes into his swimsuit. To say that he was excited for today’s training was an understatement. His last training ended with him beating his previous record. And the day before that, he received an email from the mayor that he was proud of Jungkook for representing his city for the next national competition. He basically was on a roll for the last few days.
So it nearly broke his heart, he could almost physically hear it, when he came to the bleachers and his mom told him that you left.
“Why did she leave?” Jungkook asked with his eyebrows furrowed. That was not very Y/n of you to leave without noticing him.
“Who knows,” his mom answered while gently nudging him to walk towards the pool, “She has always been rude.”
“No, she’s not,” he protested. “Something really did happen, mom. Did she said something to you?”
“Nope,” his mom replied quickly. “Well, you can always call her later. You have more important things to do now.”
That was what he did. He practiced, practiced, and practiced. Lap upon laps he did, trying to shake the thought of you, yet he failed. A tiny voice at the back of his head kept telling him to check up on you ASAP.
Once practice ended, even before coach Lee could give him a feedback, he went straight to the changing room, changed into his clothes, and dragged his mom away.
“Where are you going?” his mom inquired behind him. “Coach Lee hasn’t done talking.”
“I want to meet Y/n.”
“She’s probably fine, Jungkook. You’re gonna look stupid in front of her for doing this.”
“You always tell me to trust my gut feeling. My gut feeling is saying that I need to go to her now.”
“Do you even know where she is?”
Jungkook was stunned for a second. He didn’t know where you were.
“I’m gonna call her. Let’s go to the car first.” With that, he pulled his mom again in the direction of the parking lot.
Inside the car, he indeed called you, but no matter how many times he tried, they all went through.
“No wonder,” his mom commented, “That girl seemed like she doesn’t care about you.”
“If she didn't care about me, she wouldn’t have come.”
“Probably she’s in her moody phase. Give her some time.”
Having enough of his mom’s rude comments, Jungkook snapped, “Mom, please. I don’t have time for this. Just take me to Y/n’s house.”
“I thought she’s with you,” your dad answered after opening the door to a very worried Jungkook. “This morning she said she was gonna accompany you to practice.”
“She did, but then left without telling me.”
“We’re gonna try to contact her, don’t worry,” your mom’s voice spoke up. “Just go take a rest, you seem so tired.”
Upon hearing your mom’s words, he realized that his shoulders had been hurting and his legs were cramping. Jungkook sighed. “But please tell me when you find her.”
“Of course.”
But no one contacted him for the next few days. Not you, and definitely not your parents. As days went on, he became more and more anxious. His phone calls and texts still hadn’t gone through. It was as if you disappeared off the surface of Earth.
He couldn’t even imagine what had happened to you to make you suddenly disappear that day. Not only that, the fact that his mom became more insufferable the more he talked about you made his blood boil every time he thought about it.
There was one time when Jungkook, who never raised his voice at anyone, raised his voice at his mom.
“Right now, your practice is more important than Y/n,” his mom had said.
At first, Jungkook had tried to ignore her in hopes that she wouldn’t say anything else. But he was dead wrong.
“Jungkook, are you listening to me? I said, focus on your practice, stop thinking of Y/n.”
And just like that, Jungkook had snapped, “You’re not helping at all, mom.”
Little did he know that him snapping at his mom only made his feelings even worse.
There was also a time when Jungkook deliberately ran away from practice after hearing his mom’s words about you, leaving both his mom and coach Lee worried. Sure he came back later that day, but he had hoped it was enough of a sign that he didn’t like what his mom had said.
“She’s been gone for days. I doubt she’ll come back. She probably already forgets you by now,” was what his mom had said to trigger such a reaction from him.
And it was only the day before when Jungkook had yet again rebelled, this time to the point he was gone all day.
That day, Jungkook’s mom had said something along the lines of, “You should be glad that Y/n’s out of the picture, you can focus more on winning the competition.”
But to be quite honest, it didn’t make him focus on his practice anymore.
His time was slower and slower to the point coach Lee – who was never mad at anyone – stopped that day’s practice abruptly.
“Whatever problem you have right now, I hope you deal with it soon. I don’t want your head out of the game like this, especially not when the competition comes.” With that, coach Lee had ushered him home.
Later that day at home, his mom had also lectured him about ‘being a good son’ and ‘making your parents proud’. But he cared none of that. He still had a missing best friend to find.
His mom had sighed when she realized that Jungkook hadn’t been listening to her. “I don’t know what else I need to do. Paying for your practices takes almost all of my savings, yet you're getting worse and worse.” Then she whined, “Tell me what more I need to do.”
Only two words had come out of his mouth. “Find Y/n.”
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For a few days after that, Jungkook still kept at it with his acts. He only came to practice when he felt like it. Once he was no longer in the mood, he just left. Not at home, but somewhere where he didn’t have to meet his mom – the playground where you and he met the first time. He wasn’t gonna lie to himself about the fact that he frequently went to the playground in hope to find you there. But just like how bare his phone is from your messages, the playground was bare of your presence.
Sitting at the playground made him remember that one time when you and Jungkook planned to go visit your grandpa that lived just outside the city.
One day after sitting at the playground for sometime, he walked back home with an ache both at his chest and head. While the competition was getting closer and closer, he was still no closer to finding you. He almost ran out of time, and unfortunately, also his patience.
As he felt his cane touched the familiar gravel in front of his house, he sighed. It was time to face his mom again. But right before he opened the front door, he heard a talking voice from inside. He recognized the voice as his mom's. He pondered for a moment whether he should walk in and interrupt his mom. Then he decided against it when he heard his name in his mom's conversation. It sounded like his mom was on a phone call since he couldn't hear the other person's reply.
"–lengths I did for Jungkook." Pause. "I just want the best for him since it's gonna be his first national competition." Pause. "I got rid of his best friend." Pause. Jungkook felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment. "Yes, the girl who made him blind."
If his heart stopped beating before, now it was beating so fast. Adrenaline was pumped throughout his body, making his head almost hurt.
There was no way what his mom had said was true. None of it. Not the fact that his mom got rid of you and definitely not the fact that you made him blind. No way. His mom was just bluffing.
But as much as he liked to believe that, his mom still carried on with the conversation. "I don't know what else to do." Pause. "I've tried everything I could, but now he just skips practice whenever he wants." Long pause. “Guess I’ll try that. Thanks.” Pause. “Bye.”
With a huff, Jungkook opened the door. As he closed the door behind him, he heard his mom gasping.
“You’re already home?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I am, for a while.”
“Did you hear everything?”
“Not everything. But enough to know what you did.” Jungkook deemed it was the right time to let out his anger bit by bit.
“So now you know the truth. Why I don’t like Y/n and why I got rid of her.” It sounded like there was no remorse at all.
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It was his fourth birthday. Just like how kids who had birthdays before him celebrated their birthday with the whole class, Jungkook also celebrated his birthday with his classmates.
“Jungkook!” A little girl called him while running up to him.
He smiled upon seeing the big present on the girl’s hand. It was big enough to fill the girl’s hands full.
Once she was close enough, she handed the gift to him. “This is for you. Happy birthday.”
Jungkook accepted it. “Thank you, Y/n.”
Like any other class full of kindergarten kids, the class was chaotic. The teacher was busy trying to sit everyone down and left the birthday boy with his best friend on their own. That was a big mistake.
Little you had seen a lot of funny videos depicting pranks people do on their friends and wanted to try one on Jungkook. So just as Jungkook wanted to take a seat beside you, you pulled his seat, making him fall butt first to the hard floor.
Then everything flew by. He only remembered faintly. He remembered his loss of vision. He remembered hearing cries. He heard a lot of cries. From himself, Y/n, his parents, Y/n’s parents, even the teachers. Then the strong smell of disinfectant indicated to him that he was in a hospital.
There were also doctor’s checkups. A lot of doctor’s checkups. He remembered those checkups almost made him stay up all night. It was hard to forget how scared he was of the doctors handling him.
The only memory that engraved into his mind was when the doctor told his parents that he was permanently blind because of the accident. Then he heard more of his parents’ cries.
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Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “You’re wrong, mom.”
“You’re still defending her?” His mom raised his voice. “Look what happened to you after she came into your life.”
“I’m defending her because the good things she’s done outdid the bad things.”
His mom grunted.
“Yes, she might be the one who made me blind, but she is – was – also the one who pushed me to become a national athlete.” Jungkook regained his breath before continuing his speech. “At the start, I didn’t really like swimming. But when Y/n said that it was cool to be able to swim fast, I was motivated.” Pause. “And don’t even talk about how many times she supported me, accompanied me. She never skips coming to my competitions and practices.”
All he said was true. As much as he wanted to hate you, he couldn’t. A part of him – a big part – still needed you and missed you.
With one last statement, Jungkook ended his conversation with his mom. “You not being able to forgive Y/n is the reason why my career almost ruined. If you really want me to succeed, help me find Y/n.”
It didn’t even take his mom more than three days to find you.
Jungkook was listening to a podcast when he received a notification from his mom. Words couldn’t explain how shocked he was when he realized it was the address he knew well – your grandpa’s house. With you on his mind, he left his house and went to where you were.
Because your grandpa only lived outside the city, it didn’t take long for Jungkook to arrive there. The familiar smell of lavender still lingered just like how he remembered it. He smiled internally knowing that your grandpa still took care of his lavender plants after all this time.
Right before he got the time to step further near your grandpa’s house, he heard a voice calling him. He instantly recognized it as yours.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice getting louder by the second indicating that you were walking towards him.
Couldn’t hide his smile because of meeting you again, he grinned. “What are you doing here?”
“I asked the question first.”
Jungkook sighed. Still the same stubborn Y/n that he knew. “I’m looking for you. Now answer my question.”
“Helping my grandpa around. It’s been some time since I went here.”
“But you never stayed here this long.”
“Is that a problem?”
Jungkook’s face fell. It looked like you didn’t want to talk about the elephant in the room. “I think I know the reason why you’re here.”
“Of course, I already told you the answer.”
“No, I mean–” he hesitated, not sure how to break it to you, “–I know the truth. And I’m sure you know about it, too.”
You grunted. “Jungkook, I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
He decided to just drop the bomb at once. “The accident when we were young, my blindness, my mom hating you and making you leave me.”
He heard you chuckle at his response. “If you really think the reason I’m here is because of your mom, you’re dead wrong.”
Good. He made you angry.
“I’m not gonna beat around the bush, if you have nothing important to do here, I suggest you leave.”
“Can we talk about this first?”
“What is there to talk about?”
“Everything!”
“I don’t have the time. Just go home.” Jungkook heard your footsteps, you were walking away.
“Please, Y/n,” Jungkook called.
“What is there to talk about?” you repeated the question after stopping in your tracks.
Almost giving up, he answered, “Us.”
“We should never be friends, Jungkook. Your mom was right to separate us.”
“Why?”
“Look at you!” you half-yelled. “Look at what I did to you! Oh, gosh, I can’t even look at you without hating myself.”
“Y/n-” Jungkook took a step.
“No. Listen to me first. I’m really grateful to know you. But your mom was right. I did too much damage to you. We can never be friends.”
“Y/n, I don’t understand what you mean by that. It was an accident, yes, you knew no better. But don’t think it was a tragedy. It wasn’t and it’ll never be,” Jungkook tried to reason with you.
“How can you call it ‘not a tragedy’ while you’re standing there unable to see permanently?”
“I lived with this for so long I almost forget what it feels like to be able to see. Being blind is a part of me now and I already accept it. But why can’t you and mom accept me?”
The next thing he knew, you ran to him and hugged him so tight he was scared that would break a bone. But another part of him, his heart specifically, drumming against his chest he was sure you could hear it.
“I’m so, so, so sorry. You don’t even know how much I’m sorry,” your cries muffled by his shirt. “I’m sorry if I couldn’t accept you. Never even think once that I have bad intentions towards you. I would never do those things to you intentionally.”
Jungkook patted your hair softly. He was lying if your cries didn't hurt him.  “I know, I’ve forgiven you a long time ago.”
“I tried to make amends with you. I befriended you, supported you, accompanied you. I basically did everything I could do. But when I realized that you were nicer than what I had thought, I only felt worse.”
“I understand.” This time Jungkook brushed his hair through your fingers. Your hair smelled like strawberries, the exact smell he liked. The smell he had missed.
“And when your mom told me that you would do better without me, I believed her.”
“That’s where she’s wrong. I did worse, you can ask her. I couldn’t do it without you.”
You pulled back slightly, but not breaking the hug. “But you’re so good at swimming.”
Jungkook smiled. “Only when you’re watching. So, can you, please, accompany me again?”
“What about your mom? She would be angry.”
“I already explained everything to her. In fact, she was the one giving away your location.”
“That’s because you forced her,” you whined.
“To be honest, I don’t really care if she still can’t accept you. At least she won’t bother you, hopefully.”
You sighed happily. “Okay. I trust you.”
As he laid on his bed that night, 
*Add a scene where Jungkook lays at night, thinking about how grateful he is for making amends with you. He also realizes that maybe he has a crush on you.*
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True to your words, you went with him during his practices. Although his mom never talked to you or even approached you, Jungkook felt like things were going better. At least she wasn’t talking bad about you anymore.
On the D-day, you came early – even before Jungkook himself – much to his surprise.
“You’re already here,” Jungkook said in surprise when he heard you call him. His mom was talking to coach Lee, giving him the perfect opportunity to talk to his best friend.
“For around 15 minutes, yeah,” you confirm. “Are you nervous?”
“Don’t even ask that kind of question.”
“Okay, sorry.” You laughed. Oh, how he missed that sound. “Hey, I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat a lollipop before a competition, but I’d like to give you this.”
He felt you pushing what felt like a lollipop into his hand.
“Aside from eating heavy meals, I can eat anything. So, thanks.” He opened the lollipop and put it into his mouth.
“I thought it would make you feel less nervous.”
“You know I can handle nervousness well.”
“You’ve never been to a national competition before, though.”
“Fair enough.” A sudden thought flash in his mind. “Y/n, I have something to tell you, but I think it’s better to tell you after the competition.”
Though it was a nation-wide competition, everything went quite similar like Jungkook’s previous competitions. Minutes before the competition began, he received a briefing from coach Lee, shook hands with the other competitors, and then the competition finally began.
Everything slowed down once he was in the water, it was only him, his mind, and the flow of water around him. Much to his surprise, everything went smoother and calmer than he had anticipated. He never knew that national competitions weren’t much different from his other competitions. In short, he was in his element again. He felt free.
Sooner than what he had liked, the competition ended and he was allowed to go home empty-handed. Empty-handed because he lost. He came in fourth place. Not as good as what his mom wanted, but for a newbie like him, it was just the beginning. He wasn’t sure what was the reason, but he really wasn’t feeling sad or anything.
Once he walked out the changing rooms, he felt someone hugging him. From the smell, he could tell it was you.
“I’m super proud of you. Fourth place in your first national competition? You’re gonna be a legend,” you rambled in his ear while still hugging him.
Jungkook hugged you back. “Thanks.”
You finally let him go. “I overheard coach Lee tell your mom that there’ll be another national competition. The organizer isn’t as big as this one, but he thinks it’ll be good for you.”
“Wow. Isn’t that, like, too soon?”
“Don’t know when it’ll be, though. You can just ask coach Lee.”
“I will. Thanks, Y/n.”
“So, do you have something to tell me?”
Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh?”
“Before the competition, you told me you have something to tell me.”
“Oh, right.” To be honest, he kinda wanted to regret it as soon as he had said it back then. Damn you to always remind him.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing serious.”
“It sounded serious.”
Jungkook groaned. “Do you really need to know?”
“Of course. I’m your best friend. I’m ready to listen to whatever you say.”
“Then I hope you’re ready to change that status, too,” he blurted. Jungkook wanted to hit himself as soon as he realized what he had said.
Y/n coughed, probably in surprise. “What? What status?”
Jungkook took a deep breath. “I have liked you since I could remember. Don’t you think it’s time to change our status from best friends to something more?”
There was a delay in your answer. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, scared you wouldn’t like what he had said.
“Right now?”
“Well, yeah, if you’d like.”
“Of course I’d like to.” Then Jungkook felt your weight on him; you hugged him again, this time stronger than before.
And without words, Jungkook felt your soft lips on his. It tasted better than what he had imagined. He smiled to the kiss.
There were two things on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see you and to be your boyfriend. At least he was able to check the latter.
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angelikook · 10 months
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Love Blinds
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Pairing(s): Blind!Jungkook x reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 4.7k
Warning(s): Accident(s)
Summary: You are his oldest and only best friend, but why do you leave him all of a sudden when he needs you most?
A/n This fic was requested by the sweetest person on the planet, @thehopelessromanticclub. I know this took me quite some time, because I'm also juggling with work and uni. Nevertheless, I had so much fun writing this. While this was one of the hardest fics to write, I enjoyed every process it took. Fun fact, this fic is literally the first fic that made me cry when I wrote it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I've never met a blind or visually impaired person in my life. Everything I've written about blindness and living as a blind person, I learned about them from the internet. I know that there's only so much one can learn from the internet. If there are any inaccuracies about them in this fic, please let me know.
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There was one thing on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see his best friend, you.
It happened when he was too young to understand the world around him. He was around four or five years old. One morning he woke up still able to see cars passing by, people walking by, he could even name all the colors he saw. The next morning, he woke up to darkness, nothingness, and his mom’s cries.
He met you not long after. He was playing in the park while also learning how to use a walking cane. After half an hour of successfully not walking into anything, he accidentally tripped on his cane and fell.
He wasn’t a crier. So as the pain on his knees spread – he was sure it was at least bruising – he still kept quiet. It went like that for a bit since he didn’t have enough power to stand up again, the pain on his knees was too painful.
The next thing he felt was the soft touch on his free hand, the hand that wasn’t holding his cane. And then, he heard a girl’s voice, “Here, take my hand. I’ll help you up.”
With that, he took the girl’s hand – your hand – and introduced himself as Jungkook.
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Jungkook fidgeted on his seat at the bleachers as he waited for you. Hands were already clammy to the point he wanted to wash his hands. You were supposed to come a whole 30 minutes ago and he was supposed to be listening to his coach’s briefing by now. He tried to call and text you, but you didn’t reply to any of them. In your defense, you weren’t big on calling and texting, you preferred scrolling mindlessly on social media and sending him memes.
“Kook, coach Lee is waiting for you by the pool, don’t you wanna go?” His mom woke him up from his deep thoughts.
Jungkook sighed. “I’m worried about Y/n.”
The seat beside him creaked, a sign that his mom took a seat beside him. “Stop thinking of her. Obviously she doesn’t think you’re that important.”
“She was never late, mom. This is just a one time thing,” he defended you. He never understood why his mom disliked you. For all he knew, she had hated you since the first time you met him back at the park. All this time, his mom probably only tolerated you because she knew how much you meant to him.
“The show must go on. Worry about her later.” With that, his mom stood up and left him again with his thoughts.
It took him around five long minutes to realize that his mom was right. The show really must go on. Whether you came or not, he still had a competition to win.
Just as he stood up from his seat, he heard someone run to him.
“Am I late?” you asked in the midst of panting, seemingly you've been running.
Upon hearing your voice, Jungkook smiled. “Well, I’ll be on in a bit. So, kinda?”
“I know you’re gonna do great, as always.”
“And I know you’re gonna ask me for a free meal if I win.”
“‘When’ you win, you mean,” you corrected him.
He laughed heartily. He didn’t know why but you always managed to lighten his mood. “I think it’s time to talk to coach Lee. He’s been waiting for me.”
“It’s your own fault for waiting for me.” You lightly pushed his shoulder.
“It’s your fault for being late.”
“You know why I’m late.”
“You snoozed your alarm again?”
“Yep.” You pushed him again, this time a bit harder. “Now go. The competition’s about to begin.”
“Go sit beside my mom, yeah?”
You huffed. “Your mom doesn’t like me. I’ll sit here. I’ll find you once it’s over.”
“I tell you multiple times to ignore her. I want you there.”
“But your mom doesn’t. I’ll be okay, seriously. Just go, your mom’s already glaring at me.”
The swimming competition went just like how his other competitions went. He listened to coach Lee, shook the hands of other participants, swam like he was born for it, and won the competition. It was easy. It became a routine.
The crowd surrounding him and congratulating him, him thanking them, and him waiting for your turn to congratulate him also became a routine. A boring routine that he would rather skip. He’d rather celebrate with the people he loved, his mom and you.
After the crowd around him left, you finally came up to him and gave him a big hug despite his body was still half wet. It was the 'you' Jungkook always knew, supporting him no matter what.
“Congratulations,” you whispered to his ear. “Again.”
“You sound like you’re tired of congratulating me,” Jungkook joked once you let go of him.
“I'm not tired when it comes to getting free food.”
Jungkook chuckled. “You’re lucky the prize money I'll get will be a bit more than usual. I can take you to that new cafe you’ve always wanted to try.”
“Really?”
He nodded. In his mind, he could only imagine how beautiful your smile would be and how the glimmer of happiness in your eyes shined through. And just like that, the wish to be able to see you grew stronger.
Knowing how his mom was towards you, Jungkook took the initiative to celebrate his win in two different settings: once with his mom and once with you. He’d always done that despite deep down wanting to celebrate it with both his mom and you.
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“What’s your plan?” you asked after you picked up your ice cream that he paid.
“For? Don’t be cryptic, please,” Jungkook replied in a bored tone.
“For swimming, of course. I bet you’re gonna get another offer.”
“Already did. Coach Lee wanted me to join this year’s national competition. He thinks it’d be good for pushing my career forward.”
“I assume you accept it?”
“It’s not like I have any other competition at the moment.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I guess. When will it be, though?”
“Still a few months away.” He laughed when he noticed the strain in your voice. He assumed it was because you were nervous for him. “If you’re worried I don’t get enough rest, relax. Coach Lee purposely makes me rest for around a month.”
“For a person who’s never been to a national competition before, you sure seem so chill.”
“If I stress it out, I’ll be unreasonably overthinking.”
“Good wisdom.”
“I know. I’m always wise.”
“Says the one who got scratched by a cat because they kept annoying it.”
It was true, though, he indeed was scratched by a cat once. That was one experience that he didn’t want to repeat ever.
Jungkook protested, “That’s just one time.”
“But that one time makes you not always wise,” you teased him.
“I’ll never win an argument against you, will I?”
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Time flew after that. Jungkook really did take a break for a month. If by break it meant he was swimming every other day instead of everyday. And once the month was up, he was training intensely until it was exactly a month before his competition.
Knowing well that you were waiting for him on the bleachers, Jungkook left you to change his clothes into his swimsuit. To say that he was excited for today’s training was an understatement. His last training ended with him beating his previous record. And the day before that, he received an email from the mayor that he was proud of Jungkook for representing his city for the next national competition. He basically was on a roll for the last few days.
So it nearly broke his heart, he could almost physically hear it, when he came to the bleachers and his mom told him that you left.
“Why did she leave?” Jungkook asked with his eyebrows furrowed. That was not very Y/n of you to leave without noticing him.
“Who knows,” his mom answered while gently nudging him to walk towards the pool, “She has always been rude.”
“No, she’s not,” he protested. “Something really did happen, mom. Did she said something to you?”
“Nope,” his mom replied quickly. “Well, you can always call her later. You have more important things to do now.”
That was what he did. He practiced, practiced, and practiced. Lap upon laps he did, trying to shake the thought of you, yet he failed. A tiny voice at the back of his head kept telling him to check up on you ASAP.
Once practice ended, even before coach Lee could give him a feedback, he went straight to the changing room, changed into his clothes, and dragged his mom away.
“Where are you going?” his mom inquired behind him. “Coach Lee hasn’t done talking.”
“I want to meet Y/n.”
“She’s probably fine, Jungkook. You’re gonna look stupid in front of her for doing this.”
“You always tell me to trust my gut feeling. My gut feeling is saying that I need to go to her now.”
“Do you even know where she is?”
Jungkook was stunned for a second. He didn’t know where you were.
“I’m gonna call her. Let’s go to the car first.” With that, he pulled his mom again in the direction of the parking lot.
Inside the car, he indeed called you, but no matter how many times he tried, they all went through.
“No wonder,” his mom commented, “That girl seemed like she doesn’t care about you.”
“If she didn't care about me, she wouldn’t have come.”
“Probably she’s in her moody phase. Give her some time.”
Having enough of his mom’s rude comments, Jungkook snapped, “Mom, please. I don’t have time for this. Just take me to Y/n’s house.”
“I thought she’s with you,” your dad answered after opening the door to a very worried Jungkook. “This morning she said she was gonna accompany you to practice.”
“She did, but then left without telling me.”
“We’re gonna try to contact her, don’t worry,” your mom’s voice spoke up. “Just go take a rest, you seem so tired.”
Upon hearing your mom’s words, he realized that his shoulders had been hurting and his legs were cramping. Jungkook sighed. “But please tell me when you find her.”
“Of course.”
But no one contacted him for the next few days. Not you, and definitely not your parents. As days went on, he became more and more anxious. His phone calls and texts still hadn’t gone through. It was as if you disappeared off the surface of Earth.
He couldn’t even imagine what had happened to you to make you suddenly disappear that day. Not only that, the fact that his mom became more insufferable the more he talked about you made his blood boil every time he thought about it.
There was one time when Jungkook, who never raised his voice at anyone, raised his voice at his mom.
“Right now, your practice is more important than Y/n,” his mom had said.
At first, Jungkook had tried to ignore her in hopes that she wouldn’t say anything else. But he was dead wrong.
“Jungkook, are you listening to me? I said, focus on your practice, stop thinking of Y/n.”
And just like that, Jungkook had snapped, “You’re not helping at all, mom.”
Little did he know that him snapping at his mom only made his feelings even worse.
There was also a time when Jungkook deliberately ran away from practice after hearing his mom’s words about you, leaving both his mom and coach Lee worried. Sure he came back later that day, but he had hoped it was enough of a sign that he didn’t like what his mom had said.
“She’s been gone for days. I doubt she’ll come back. She probably already forgets you by now,” was what his mom had said to trigger such a reaction from him.
And it was only the day before when Jungkook had yet again rebelled, this time to the point he was gone all day.
That day, Jungkook’s mom had said something along the lines of, “You should be glad that Y/n’s out of the picture, you can focus more on winning the competition.”
But to be quite honest, it didn’t make him focus on his practice anymore.
His time was slower and slower to the point coach Lee – who was never mad at anyone – stopped that day’s practice abruptly.
“Whatever problem you have right now, I hope you deal with it soon. I don’t want your head out of the game like this, especially not when the competition comes.” With that, coach Lee had ushered him home.
Later that day at home, his mom had also lectured him about ‘being a good son’ and ‘making your parents proud’. But he cared none of that. He still had a missing best friend to find.
His mom had sighed when she realized that Jungkook hadn’t been listening to her. “I don’t know what else I need to do. Paying for your practices takes almost all of my savings, yet you're getting worse and worse.” Then she whined, “Tell me what more I need to do.”
Only two words had come out of his mouth. “Find Y/n.”
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For a few days after that, Jungkook still kept at it with his acts. He only came to practice when he felt like it. Once he was no longer in the mood, he just left. Not at home, but somewhere where he didn’t have to meet his mom – the playground where you and he met the first time. He wasn’t gonna lie to himself about the fact that he frequently went to the playground in hope to find you there. But just like how bare his phone is from your messages, the playground was bare of your presence.
Sitting at the playground made him remember that one time when you and Jungkook planned to go visit your grandpa that lived just outside the city.
One day after sitting at the playground for sometime, he walked back home with an ache both at his chest and head. While the competition was getting closer and closer, he was still no closer to finding you. He almost ran out of time, and unfortunately, also his patience.
As he felt his cane touched the familiar gravel in front of his house, he sighed. It was time to face his mom again. But right before he opened the front door, he heard a talking voice from inside. He recognized the voice as his mom's. He pondered for a moment whether he should walk in and interrupt his mom. Then he decided against it when he heard his name in his mom's conversation. It sounded like his mom was on a phone call since he couldn't hear the other person's reply.
"–lengths I did for Jungkook." Pause. "I just want the best for him since it's gonna be his first national competition." Pause. "I got rid of his best friend." Pause. Jungkook felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment. "Yes, the girl who made him blind."
If his heart stopped beating before, now it was beating so fast. Adrenaline was pumped throughout his body, making his head almost hurt.
There was no way what his mom had said was true. None of it. Not the fact that his mom got rid of you and definitely not the fact that you made him blind. No way. His mom was just bluffing.
But as much as he liked to believe that, his mom still carried on with the conversation. "I don't know what else to do." Pause. "I've tried everything I could, but now he just skips practice whenever he wants." Long pause. “Guess I’ll try that. Thanks.” Pause. “Bye.”
With a huff, Jungkook opened the door. As he closed the door behind him, he heard his mom gasping.
“You’re already home?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I am, for a while.”
“Did you hear everything?”
“Not everything. But enough to know what you did.” Jungkook deemed it was the right time to let out his anger bit by bit.
“So now you know the truth. Why I don’t like Y/n and why I got rid of her.” It sounded like there was no remorse at all.
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It was his fourth birthday. Just like how kids who had birthdays before him celebrated their birthday with the whole class, Jungkook also celebrated his birthday with his classmates.
“Jungkook!” A little girl called him while running up to him.
He smiled upon seeing the big present on the girl’s hand. It was big enough to fill the girl’s hands full.
Once she was close enough, she handed the gift to him. “This is for you. Happy birthday.”
Jungkook accepted it. “Thank you, Y/n.”
Like any other class full of kindergarten kids, the class was chaotic. The teacher was busy trying to sit everyone down and left the birthday boy with his best friend on their own. That was a big mistake.
Little you had seen a lot of funny videos depicting pranks people do on their friends and wanted to try one on Jungkook. So just as Jungkook wanted to take a seat beside you, you pulled his seat, making him fall butt first to the hard floor.
Then everything flew by. He only remembered faintly. He remembered his loss of vision. He remembered hearing cries. He heard a lot of cries. From himself, Y/n, his parents, Y/n’s parents, even the teachers. Then the strong smell of disinfectant indicated to him that he was in a hospital.
There were also doctor’s checkups. A lot of doctor’s checkups. He remembered those checkups almost made him stay up all night. It was hard to forget how scared he was of the doctors handling him.
The only memory that engraved into his mind was when the doctor told his parents that he was permanently blind because of the accident. Then he heard more of his parents’ cries.
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Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “You’re wrong, mom.”
“You’re still defending her?” His mom raised his voice. “Look what happened to you after she came into your life.”
“I’m defending her because the good things she’s done outdid the bad things.”
His mom grunted.
“Yes, she might be the one who made me blind, but she is – was – also the one who pushed me to become a national athlete.” Jungkook regained his breath before continuing his speech. “At the start, I didn’t really like swimming. But when Y/n said that it was cool to be able to swim fast, I was motivated.” Pause. “And don’t even talk about how many times she supported me, accompanied me. She never skips coming to my competitions and practices.”
All he said was true. As much as he wanted to hate you, he couldn’t. A part of him – a big part – still needed you and missed you.
With one last statement, Jungkook ended his conversation with his mom. “You not being able to forgive Y/n is the reason why my career almost ruined. If you really want me to succeed, help me find Y/n.”
It didn’t even take his mom more than three days to find you.
Jungkook was listening to a podcast when he received a notification from his mom. Words couldn’t explain how shocked he was when he realized it was the address he knew well – your grandpa’s house. With you on his mind, he left his house and went to where you were.
Because your grandpa only lived outside the city, it didn’t take long for Jungkook to arrive there. The familiar smell of lavender still lingered just like how he remembered it. He smiled internally knowing that your grandpa still took care of his lavender plants after all this time.
Right before he got the time to step further near your grandpa’s house, he heard a voice calling him. He instantly recognized it as yours.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice getting louder by the second indicating that you were walking towards him.
Couldn’t hide his smile because of meeting you again, he grinned. “What are you doing here?”
“I asked the question first.”
Jungkook sighed. Still the same stubborn Y/n that he knew. “I’m looking for you. Now answer my question.”
“Helping my grandpa around. It’s been some time since I went here.”
“But you never stayed here this long.”
“Is that a problem?”
Jungkook’s face fell. It looked like you didn’t want to talk about the elephant in the room. “I think I know the reason why you’re here.”
“Of course, I already told you the answer.”
“No, I mean–” he hesitated, not sure how to break it to you, “–I know the truth. And I’m sure you know about it, too.”
You grunted. “Jungkook, I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
He decided to just drop the bomb at once. “The accident when we were young, my blindness, my mom hating you and making you leave me.”
He heard you chuckle at his response. “If you really think the reason I’m here is because of your mom, you’re dead wrong.”
Good. He made you angry.
“I’m not gonna beat around the bush, if you have nothing important to do here, I suggest you leave.”
“Can we talk about this first?”
“What is there to talk about?”
“Everything!”
“I don’t have the time. Just go home.” Jungkook heard your footsteps, you were walking away.
“Please, Y/n,” Jungkook called.
“What is there to talk about?” you repeated the question after stopping in your tracks.
Almost giving up, he answered, “Us.”
“We should never be friends, Jungkook. Your mom was right to separate us.”
“Why?”
“Look at you!” you half-yelled. “Look at what I did to you! Oh, gosh, I can’t even look at you without hating myself.”
“Y/n-” Jungkook took a step.
“No. Listen to me first. I’m really grateful to know you. But your mom was right. I did too much damage to you. We can never be friends.”
“Y/n, I don’t understand what you mean by that. It was an accident, yes, you knew no better. But don’t think it was a tragedy. It wasn’t and it’ll never be,” Jungkook tried to reason with you.
“How can you call it ‘not a tragedy’ while you’re standing there unable to see permanently?”
“I lived with this for so long I almost forget what it feels like to be able to see. Being blind is a part of me now and I already accept it. But why can’t you and mom accept me?”
The next thing he knew, you ran to him and hugged him so tight he was scared that would break a bone. But another part of him, his heart specifically, drumming against his chest he was sure you could hear it.
“I’m so, so, so sorry. You don’t even know how much I’m sorry,” your cries muffled by his shirt. “I’m sorry if I couldn’t accept you. Never even think once that I have bad intentions towards you. I would never do those things to you intentionally.”
Jungkook patted your hair softly. He was lying if your cries didn't hurt him.  “I know, I’ve forgiven you a long time ago.”
“I tried to make amends with you. I befriended you, supported you, accompanied you. I basically did everything I could do. But when I realized that you were nicer than what I had thought, I only felt worse.”
“I understand.” This time Jungkook brushed his hair through your fingers. Your hair smelled like strawberries, the exact smell he liked. The smell he had missed.
“And when your mom told me that you would do better without me, I believed her.”
“That’s where she’s wrong. I did worse, you can ask her. I couldn’t do it without you.”
You pulled back slightly, but not breaking the hug. “But you’re so good at swimming.”
Jungkook smiled. “Only when you’re watching. So, can you, please, accompany me again?”
“What about your mom? She would be angry.”
“I already explained everything to her. In fact, she was the one giving away your location.”
“That’s because you forced her,” you whined.
“To be honest, I don’t really care if she still can’t accept you. At least she won’t bother you, hopefully.”
You sighed happily. “Okay. I trust you.”
As he laid on his bed that night, 
*Add a scene where Jungkook lays at night, thinking about how grateful he is for making amends with you. He also realizes that maybe he has a crush on you.*
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True to your words, you went with him during his practices. Although his mom never talked to you or even approached you, Jungkook felt like things were going better. At least she wasn’t talking bad about you anymore.
On the D-day, you came early – even before Jungkook himself – much to his surprise.
“You’re already here,” Jungkook said in surprise when he heard you call him. His mom was talking to coach Lee, giving him the perfect opportunity to talk to his best friend.
“For around 15 minutes, yeah,” you confirm. “Are you nervous?”
“Don’t even ask that kind of question.”
“Okay, sorry.” You laughed. Oh, how he missed that sound. “Hey, I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat a lollipop before a competition, but I’d like to give you this.”
He felt you pushing what felt like a lollipop into his hand.
“Aside from eating heavy meals, I can eat anything. So, thanks.” He opened the lollipop and put it into his mouth.
“I thought it would make you feel less nervous.”
“You know I can handle nervousness well.”
“You’ve never been to a national competition before, though.”
“Fair enough.” A sudden thought flash in his mind. “Y/n, I have something to tell you, but I think it’s better to tell you after the competition.”
Though it was a nation-wide competition, everything went quite similar like Jungkook’s previous competitions. Minutes before the competition began, he received a briefing from coach Lee, shook hands with the other competitors, and then the competition finally began.
Everything slowed down once he was in the water, it was only him, his mind, and the flow of water around him. Much to his surprise, everything went smoother and calmer than he had anticipated. He never knew that national competitions weren’t much different from his other competitions. In short, he was in his element again. He felt free.
Sooner than what he had liked, the competition ended and he was allowed to go home empty-handed. Empty-handed because he lost. He came in fourth place. Not as good as what his mom wanted, but for a newbie like him, it was just the beginning. He wasn’t sure what was the reason, but he really wasn’t feeling sad or anything.
Once he walked out the changing rooms, he felt someone hugging him. From the smell, he could tell it was you.
“I’m super proud of you. Fourth place in your first national competition? You’re gonna be a legend,” you rambled in his ear while still hugging him.
Jungkook hugged you back. “Thanks.”
You finally let him go. “I overheard coach Lee tell your mom that there’ll be another national competition. The organizer isn’t as big as this one, but he thinks it’ll be good for you.”
“Wow. Isn’t that, like, too soon?”
“Don’t know when it’ll be, though. You can just ask coach Lee.”
“I will. Thanks, Y/n.”
“So, do you have something to tell me?”
Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh?”
“Before the competition, you told me you have something to tell me.”
“Oh, right.” To be honest, he kinda wanted to regret it as soon as he had said it back then. Damn you to always remind him.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing serious.”
“It sounded serious.”
Jungkook groaned. “Do you really need to know?”
“Of course. I’m your best friend. I’m ready to listen to whatever you say.”
“Then I hope you’re ready to change that status, too,” he blurted. Jungkook wanted to hit himself as soon as he realized what he had said.
Y/n coughed, probably in surprise. “What? What status?”
Jungkook took a deep breath. “I have liked you since I could remember. Don’t you think it’s time to change our status from best friends to something more?”
There was a delay in your answer. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, scared you wouldn’t like what he had said.
“Right now?”
“Well, yeah, if you’d like.”
“Of course I’d like to.” Then Jungkook felt your weight on him; you hugged him again, this time stronger than before.
And without words, Jungkook felt your soft lips on his. It tasted better than what he had imagined. He smiled to the kiss.
There were two things on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see you and to be your boyfriend. At least he was able to check the latter.
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Pairing(s): Blind!Jungkook x reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 4.7k
Warning(s): Accident(s)
Summary: You are his oldest and only best friend, but why do you leave him all of a sudden when he needs you most?
A/n This fic was requested by the sweetest person on the planet, @thehopelessromanticclub. I know this took me quite some time, because I'm also juggling with work and uni. Nevertheless, I had so much fun writing this. While this was one of the hardest fics to write, I enjoyed every process it took. Fun fact, this fic is literally the first fic that made me cry when I wrote it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I've never met a blind or visually impaired person in my life. Everything I've written about blindness and living as a blind person, I learned about them from the internet. I know that there's only so much one can learn from the internet. If there are any inaccuracies about them in this fic, please let me know.
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There was one thing on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see his best friend, you.
It happened when he was too young to understand the world around him. He was around four or five years old. One morning he woke up still able to see cars passing by, people walking by, he could even name all the colors he saw. The next morning, he woke up to darkness, nothingness, and his mom’s cries.
He met you not long after. He was playing in the park while also learning how to use a walking cane. After half an hour of successfully not walking into anything, he accidentally tripped on his cane and fell.
He wasn’t a crier. So as the pain on his knees spread – he was sure it was at least bruising – he still kept quiet. It went like that for a bit since he didn’t have enough power to stand up again, the pain on his knees was too painful.
The next thing he felt was the soft touch on his free hand, the hand that wasn’t holding his cane. And then, he heard a girl’s voice, “Here, take my hand. I’ll help you up.”
With that, he took the girl’s hand – your hand – and introduced himself as Jungkook.
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Jungkook fidgeted on his seat at the bleachers as he waited for you. Hands were already clammy to the point he wanted to wash his hands. You were supposed to come a whole 30 minutes ago and he was supposed to be listening to his coach’s briefing by now. He tried to call and text you, but you didn’t reply to any of them. In your defense, you weren’t big on calling and texting, you preferred scrolling mindlessly on social media and sending him memes.
“Kook, coach Lee is waiting for you by the pool, don’t you wanna go?” His mom woke him up from his deep thoughts.
Jungkook sighed. “I’m worried about Y/n.”
The seat beside him creaked, a sign that his mom took a seat beside him. “Stop thinking of her. Obviously she doesn’t think you’re that important.”
“She was never late, mom. This is just a one time thing,” he defended you. He never understood why his mom disliked you. For all he knew, she had hated you since the first time you met him back at the park. All this time, his mom probably only tolerated you because she knew how much you meant to him.
“The show must go on. Worry about her later.” With that, his mom stood up and left him again with his thoughts.
It took him around five long minutes to realize that his mom was right. The show really must go on. Whether you came or not, he still had a competition to win.
Just as he stood up from his seat, he heard someone run to him.
“Am I late?” you asked in the midst of panting, seemingly you've been running.
Upon hearing your voice, Jungkook smiled. “Well, I’ll be on in a bit. So, kinda?”
“I know you’re gonna do great, as always.”
“And I know you’re gonna ask me for a free meal if I win.”
“‘When’ you win, you mean,” you corrected him.
He laughed heartily. He didn’t know why but you always managed to lighten his mood. “I think it’s time to talk to coach Lee. He’s been waiting for me.”
“It’s your own fault for waiting for me.” You lightly pushed his shoulder.
“It’s your fault for being late.”
“You know why I’m late.”
“You snoozed your alarm again?”
“Yep.” You pushed him again, this time a bit harder. “Now go. The competition’s about to begin.”
“Go sit beside my mom, yeah?”
You huffed. “Your mom doesn’t like me. I’ll sit here. I’ll find you once it’s over.”
“I tell you multiple times to ignore her. I want you there.”
The swimming competition went just like how his other competitions went. He listened to coach Lee, shook the hands of other participants, swam like he was born for it, and won the competition. It was easy. It became a routine.
“But your mom doesn’t. I’ll be okay, seriously. Just go, your mom’s already glaring at me.”
The crowd surrounding him and congratulating him, him thanking them, and him waiting for your turn to congratulate him also became a routine. A boring routine that he would rather skip. He’d rather celebrate with the people he loved, his mom and you.
After the crowd around him left, you finally came up to him and gave him a big hug despite his body was still half wet. It was the 'you' Jungkook always knew, supporting him no matter what.
“Congratulations,” you whispered to his ear. “Again.”
“You sound like you’re tired of congratulating me,” Jungkook joked once you let go of him.
“I'm not tired when it comes to getting free food.”
Jungkook chuckled. “You’re lucky the prize money I'll get will be a bit more than usual. I can take you to that new cafe you’ve always wanted to try.”
“Really?”
He nodded. In his mind, he could only imagine how beautiful your smile would be and how the glimmer of happiness in your eyes shined through. And just like that, the wish to be able to see you grew stronger.
Knowing how his mom was towards you, Jungkook took the initiative to celebrate his win in two different settings: once with his mom and once with you. He’d always done that despite deep down wanting to celebrate it with both his mom and you.
+++
“What’s your plan?” you asked after you picked up your ice cream that he paid.
“For? Don’t be cryptic, please,” Jungkook replied in a bored tone.
“For swimming, of course. I bet you’re gonna get another offer.”
“Already did. Coach Lee wanted me to join this year’s national competition. He thinks it’d be good for pushing my career forward.”
“I assume you accept it?”
“It’s not like I have any other competition at the moment.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I guess. When will it be, though?”
“Still a few months away.” He laughed when he noticed the strain in your voice. He assumed it was because you were nervous for him. “If you’re worried I don’t get enough rest, relax. Coach Lee purposely makes me rest for around a month.”
“For a person who’s never been to a national competition before, you sure seem so chill.”
“If I stress it out, I’ll be unreasonably overthinking.”
“Good wisdom.”
“I know. I’m always wise.”
“Says the one who got scratched by a cat because they kept annoying it.”
It was true, though, he indeed was scratched by a cat once. That was one experience that he didn’t want to repeat ever.
Jungkook protested, “That’s just one time.”
“But that one time makes you not always wise,” you teased him.
“I’ll never win an argument against you, will I?”
+++
Time flew after that. Jungkook really did take a break for a month. If by break it meant he was swimming every other day instead of everyday. And once the month was up, he was training intensely until it was exactly a month before his competition.
Knowing well that you were waiting for him on the bleachers, Jungkook left you to change his clothes into his swimsuit. To say that he was excited for today’s training was an understatement. His last training ended with him beating his previous record. And the day before that, he received an email from the mayor that he was proud of Jungkook for representing his city for the next national competition. He basically was on a roll for the last few days.
So it nearly broke his heart, he could almost physically hear it, when he came to the bleachers and his mom told him that you left.
“Why did she leave?” Jungkook asked with his eyebrows furrowed. That was not very Y/n of you to leave without noticing him.
“Who knows,” his mom answered while gently nudging him to walk towards the pool, “She has always been rude.”
“No, she’s not,” he protested. “Something really did happen, mom. Did she said something to you?”
“Nope,” his mom replied quickly. “Well, you can always call her later. You have more important things to do now.”
That was what he did. He practiced, practiced, and practiced. Lap upon laps he did, trying to shake the thought of you, yet he failed. A tiny voice at the back of his head kept telling him to check up on you ASAP.
Once practice ended, even before coach Lee could give him a feedback, he went straight to the changing room, changed into his clothes, and dragged his mom away.
“Where are you going?” his mom inquired behind him. “Coach Lee hasn’t done talking.”
“I want to meet Y/n.”
“She’s probably fine, Jungkook. You’re gonna look stupid in front of her for doing this.”
“You always tell me to trust my gut feeling. My gut feeling is saying that I need to go to her now.”
“Do you even know where she is?”
Jungkook was stunned for a second. He didn’t know where you were.
“I’m gonna call her. Let’s go to the car first.” With that, he pulled his mom again in the direction of the parking lot.
Inside the car, he indeed called you, but no matter how many times he tried, they all went through.
“No wonder,” his mom commented, “That girl seemed like she doesn’t care about you.”
“If she didn't care about me, she wouldn’t have come.”
“Probably she’s in her moody phase. Give her some time.”
Having enough of his mom’s rude comments, Jungkook snapped, “Mom, please. I don’t have time for this. Just take me to Y/n’s house.”
“I thought she’s with you,” your dad answered after opening the door to a very worried Jungkook. “This morning she said she was gonna accompany you to practice.”
“She did, but then left without telling me.”
“We’re gonna try to contact her, don’t worry,” your mom’s voice spoke up. “Just go take a rest, you seem so tired.”
Upon hearing your mom’s words, he realized that his shoulders had been hurting and his legs were cramping. Jungkook sighed. “But please tell me when you find her.”
“Of course.”
But no one contacted him for the next few days. Not you, and definitely not your parents. As days went on, he became more and more anxious. His phone calls and texts still hadn’t gone through. It was as if you disappeared off the surface of Earth.
He couldn’t even imagine what had happened to you to make you suddenly disappear that day. Not only that, the fact that his mom became more insufferable the more he talked about you made his blood boil every time he thought about it.
There was one time when Jungkook, who never raised his voice at anyone, raised his voice at his mom.
“Right now, your practice is more important than Y/n,” his mom had said.
At first, Jungkook had tried to ignore her in hopes that she wouldn’t say anything else. But he was dead wrong.
“Jungkook, are you listening to me? I said, focus on your practice, stop thinking of Y/n.”
And just like that, Jungkook had snapped, “You’re not helping at all, mom.”
Little did he know that him snapping at his mom only made his feelings even worse.
There was also a time when Jungkook deliberately ran away from practice after hearing his mom’s words about you, leaving both his mom and coach Lee worried. Sure he came back later that day, but he had hoped it was enough of a sign that he didn’t like what his mom had said.
“She’s been gone for days. I doubt she’ll come back. She probably already forgets you by now,” was what his mom had said to trigger such a reaction from him.
And it was only the day before when Jungkook had yet again rebelled, this time to the point he was gone all day.
That day, Jungkook’s mom had said something along the lines of, “You should be glad that Y/n’s out of the picture, you can focus more on winning the competition.”
But to be quite honest, it didn’t make him focus on his practice anymore.
His time was slower and slower to the point coach Lee – who was never mad at anyone – stopped that day’s practice abruptly.
“Whatever problem you have right now, I hope you deal with it soon. I don’t want your head out of the game like this, especially not when the competition comes.” With that, coach Lee had ushered him home.
Later that day at home, his mom had also lectured him about ‘being a good son’ and ‘making your parents proud’. But he cared none of that. He still had a missing best friend to find.
His mom had sighed when she realized that Jungkook hadn’t been listening to her. “I don’t know what else I need to do. Paying for your practices takes almost all of my savings, yet you're getting worse and worse.” Then she whined, “Tell me what more I need to do.”
Only two words had come out of his mouth. “Find Y/n.”
+++
For a few days after that, Jungkook still kept at it with his acts. He only came to practice when he felt like it. Once he was no longer in the mood, he just left. Not at home, but somewhere where he didn’t have to meet his mom – the playground where you and he met the first time. He wasn’t gonna lie to himself about the fact that he frequently went to the playground in hope to find you there. But just like how bare his phone is from your messages, the playground was bare of your presence.
Sitting at the playground made him remember that one time when you and Jungkook planned to go visit your grandpa that lived just outside the city.
One day after sitting at the playground for sometime, he walked back home with an ache both at his chest and head. While the competition was getting closer and closer, he was still no closer to finding you. He almost ran out of time, and unfortunately, also his patience.
As he felt his cane touched the familiar gravel in front of his house, he sighed. It was time to face his mom again. But right before he opened the front door, he heard a talking voice from inside. He recognized the voice as his mom's. He pondered for a moment whether he should walk in and interrupt his mom. Then he decided against it when he heard his name in his mom's conversation. It sounded like his mom was on a phone call since he couldn't hear the other person's reply.
"–lengths I did for Jungkook." Pause. "I just want the best for him since it's gonna be his first national competition." Pause. "I got rid of his best friend." Pause. Jungkook felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment. "Yes, the girl who made him blind."
If his heart stopped beating before, now it was beating so fast. Adrenaline was pumped throughout his body, making his head almost hurt.
There was no way what his mom had said was true. None of it. Not the fact that his mom got rid of you and definitely not the fact that you made him blind. No way. His mom was just bluffing.
But as much as he liked to believe that, his mom still carried on with the conversation. "I don't know what else to do." Pause. "I've tried everything I could, but now he just skips practice whenever he wants." Long pause. “Guess I’ll try that. Thanks.” Pause. “Bye.”
With a huff, Jungkook opened the door. As he closed the door behind him, he heard his mom gasping.
“You’re already home?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I am, for a while.”
“Did you hear everything?”
“Not everything. But enough to know what you did.” Jungkook deemed it was the right time to let out his anger bit by bit.
“So now you know the truth. Why I don’t like Y/n and why I got rid of her.” It sounded like there was no remorse at all.
+++
It was his fourth birthday. Just like how kids who had birthdays before him celebrated their birthday with the whole class, Jungkook also celebrated his birthday with his classmates.
“Jungkook!” A little girl called him while running up to him.
He smiled upon seeing the big present on the girl’s hand. It was big enough to fill the girl’s hands full.
Once she was close enough, she handed the gift to him. “This is for you. Happy birthday.”
Jungkook accepted it. “Thank you, Y/n.”
Like any other class full of kindergarten kids, the class was chaotic. The teacher was busy trying to sit everyone down and left the birthday boy with his best friend on their own. That was a big mistake.
Little you had seen a lot of funny videos depicting pranks people do on their friends and wanted to try one on Jungkook. So just as Jungkook wanted to take a seat beside you, you pulled his seat, making him fall butt first to the hard floor.
Then everything flew by. He only remembered faintly. He remembered his loss of vision. He remembered hearing cries. He heard a lot of cries. From himself, Y/n, his parents, Y/n’s parents, even the teachers. Then the strong smell of disinfectant indicated to him that he was in a hospital.
There were also doctor’s checkups. A lot of doctor’s checkups. He remembered those checkups almost made him stay up all night. It was hard to forget how scared he was of the doctors handling him.
The only memory that engraved into his mind was when the doctor told his parents that he was permanently blind because of the accident. Then he heard more of his parents’ cries.
+++
Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “You’re wrong, mom.”
“You’re still defending her?” His mom raised his voice. “Look what happened to you after she came into your life.”
“I’m defending her because the good things she’s done outdid the bad things.”
His mom grunted.
“Yes, she might be the one who made me blind, but she is – was – also the one who pushed me to become a national athlete.” Jungkook regained his breath before continuing his speech. “At the start, I didn’t really like swimming. But when Y/n said that it was cool to be able to swim fast, I was motivated.” Pause. “And don’t even talk about how many times she supported me, accompanied me. She never skips coming to my competitions and practices.”
All he said was true. As much as he wanted to hate you, he couldn’t. A part of him – a big part – still needed you and missed you.
With one last statement, Jungkook ended his conversation with his mom. “You not being able to forgive Y/n is the reason why my career almost ruined. If you really want me to succeed, help me find Y/n.”
It didn’t even take his mom more than three days to find you.
Jungkook was listening to a podcast when he received a notification from his mom. Words couldn’t explain how shocked he was when he realized it was the address he knew well – your grandpa’s house. With you on his mind, he left his house and went to where you were.
Because your grandpa only lived outside the city, it didn’t take long for Jungkook to arrive there. The familiar smell of lavender still lingered just like how he remembered it. He smiled internally knowing that your grandpa still took care of his lavender plants after all this time.
Right before he got the time to step further near your grandpa’s house, he heard a voice calling him. He instantly recognized it as yours.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice getting louder by the second indicating that you were walking towards him.
Couldn’t hide his smile because of meeting you again, he grinned. “What are you doing here?”
“I asked the question first.”
Jungkook sighed. Still the same stubborn Y/n that he knew. “I’m looking for you. Now answer my question.”
“Helping my grandpa around. It’s been some time since I went here.”
“But you never stayed here this long.”
“Is that a problem?”
Jungkook’s face fell. It looked like you didn’t want to talk about the elephant in the room. “I think I know the reason why you’re here.”
“Of course, I already told you the answer.”
“No, I mean–” he hesitated, not sure how to break it to you, “–I know the truth. And I’m sure you know about it, too.”
You grunted. “Jungkook, I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
He decided to just drop the bomb at once. “The accident when we were young, my blindness, my mom hating you and making you leave me.”
He heard you chuckle at his response. “If you really think the reason I’m here is because of your mom, you’re dead wrong.”
Good. He made you angry.
“I’m not gonna beat around the bush, if you have nothing important to do here, I suggest you leave.”
“Can we talk about this first?”
“What is there to talk about?”
“Everything!”
“I don’t have the time. Just go home.” Jungkook heard your footsteps, you were walking away.
“Please, Y/n,” Jungkook called.
“What is there to talk about?” you repeated the question after stopping in your tracks.
Almost giving up, he answered, “Us.”
“We should never be friends, Jungkook. Your mom was right to separate us.”
“Why?”
“Look at you!” you half-yelled. “Look at what I did to you! Oh, gosh, I can’t even look at you without hating myself.”
“Y/n-” Jungkook took a step.
“No. Listen to me first. I’m really grateful to know you. But your mom was right. I did too much damage to you. We can never be friends.”
“Y/n, I don’t understand what you mean by that. It was an accident, yes, you knew no better. But don’t think it was a tragedy. It wasn’t and it’ll never be,” Jungkook tried to reason with you.
“How can you call it ‘not a tragedy’ while you’re standing there unable to see permanently?”
“I lived with this for so long I almost forget what it feels like to be able to see. Being blind is a part of me now and I already accept it. But why can’t you and mom accept me?”
The next thing he knew, you ran to him and hugged him so tight he was scared that would break a bone. But another part of him, his heart specifically, drumming against his chest he was sure you could hear it.
“I’m so, so, so sorry. You don’t even know how much I’m sorry,” your cries muffled by his shirt. “I’m sorry if I couldn’t accept you. Never even think once that I have bad intentions towards you. I would never do those things to you intentionally.”
Jungkook patted your hair softly. He was lying if your cries didn't hurt him.  “I know, I’ve forgiven you a long time ago.”
“I tried to make amends with you. I befriended you, supported you, accompanied you. I basically did everything I could do. But when I realized that you were nicer than what I had thought, I only felt worse.”
“I understand.” This time Jungkook brushed his hair through your fingers. Your hair smelled like strawberries, the exact smell he liked. The smell he had missed.
“And when your mom told me that you would do better without me, I believed her.”
“That’s where she’s wrong. I did worse, you can ask her. I couldn’t do it without you.”
You pulled back slightly, but not breaking the hug. “But you’re so good at swimming.”
Jungkook smiled. “Only when you’re watching. So, can you, please, accompany me again?”
“What about your mom? She would be angry.”
“I already explained everything to her. In fact, she was the one giving away your location.”
“That’s because you forced her,” you whined.
“To be honest, I don’t really care if she still can’t accept you. At least she won’t bother you, hopefully.”
You sighed happily. “Okay. I trust you.”
As he laid on his bed that night, 
*Add a scene where Jungkook lays at night, thinking about how grateful he is for making amends with you. He also realizes that maybe he has a crush on you.*
+++
True to your words, you went with him during his practices. Although his mom never talked to you or even approached you, Jungkook felt like things were going better. At least she wasn’t talking bad about you anymore.
On the D-day, you came early – even before Jungkook himself – much to his surprise.
“You’re already here,” Jungkook said in surprise when he heard you call him. His mom was talking to coach Lee, giving him the perfect opportunity to talk to his best friend.
“For around 15 minutes, yeah,” you confirm. “Are you nervous?”
“Don’t even ask that kind of question.”
“Okay, sorry.” You laughed. Oh, how he missed that sound. “Hey, I don’t know if you’re allowed to eat a lollipop before a competition, but I’d like to give you this.”
He felt you pushing what felt like a lollipop into his hand.
“Aside from eating heavy meals, I can eat anything. So, thanks.” He opened the lollipop and put it into his mouth.
“I thought it would make you feel less nervous.”
“You know I can handle nervousness well.”
“You’ve never been to a national competition before, though.”
“Fair enough.” A sudden thought flash in his mind. “Y/n, I have something to tell you, but I think it’s better to tell you after the competition.”
Though it was a nation-wide competition, everything went quite similar like Jungkook’s previous competitions. Minutes before the competition began, he received a briefing from coach Lee, shook hands with the other competitors, and then the competition finally began.
Everything slowed down once he was in the water, it was only him, his mind, and the flow of water around him. Much to his surprise, everything went smoother and calmer than he had anticipated. He never knew that national competitions weren’t much different from his other competitions. In short, he was in his element again. He felt free.
Sooner than what he had liked, the competition ended and he was allowed to go home empty-handed. Empty-handed because he lost. He came in fourth place. Not as good as what his mom wanted, but for a newbie like him, it was just the beginning. He wasn’t sure what was the reason, but he really wasn’t feeling sad or anything.
Once he walked out the changing rooms, he felt someone hugging him. From the smell, he could tell it was you.
“I’m super proud of you. Fourth place in your first national competition? You’re gonna be a legend,” you rambled in his ear while still hugging him.
Jungkook hugged you back. “Thanks.”
You finally let him go. “I overheard coach Lee tell your mom that there’ll be another national competition. The organizer isn’t as big as this one, but he thinks it’ll be good for you.”
“Wow. Isn’t that, like, too soon?”
“Don’t know when it’ll be, though. You can just ask coach Lee.”
“I will. Thanks, Y/n.”
“So, do you have something to tell me?”
Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh?”
“Before the competition, you told me you have something to tell me.”
“Oh, right.” To be honest, he kinda wanted to regret it as soon as he had said it back then. Damn you to always remind him.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing serious.”
“It sounded serious.”
Jungkook groaned. “Do you really need to know?”
“Of course. I’m your best friend. I’m ready to listen to whatever you say.”
“Then I hope you’re ready to change that status, too,” he blurted. Jungkook wanted to hit himself as soon as he realized what he had said.
Y/n coughed, probably in surprise. “What? What status?”
Jungkook took a deep breath. “I have liked you since I could remember. Don’t you think it’s time to change our status from best friends to something more?”
There was a delay in your answer. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, scared you wouldn’t like what he had said.
“Right now?”
“Well, yeah, if you’d like.”
“Of course I’d like to.” Then Jungkook felt your weight on him; you hugged him again, this time stronger than before.
And without words, Jungkook felt your soft lips on his. It tasted better than what he had imagined. He smiled to the kiss.
There were two things on top of Jungkook’s wishlist: to be able to see you and to be your boyfriend. At least he was able to check the latter.
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Discombobulation (Boyfriend Rental Universe)
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Pairing(s): Jungkook x reader
Genre: Fluff, crack, fake relationship
Word count: 2.9k
Warning(s): Profanity, mentions of sex
Synopsis: Your best friend, Jimin, who doesn't know the truth about Jungkook, thinks that he's cheating on you when he sees him walking with a girl. Chaos ensues.
A/n I got another idea for a fake relationship AU and decided to make a sequel for Boyfriend Rental. This can be read as a stand alone, but I recommend reading the first part first.
Read the first part here
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Despite your best friend Jimin’s request, you never spilled the details of your fake boyfriend and your excursion to your hometown. He whined when you refused to talk, but in your defense, it was his own fault for not coming with you.
“Y/n.” You heard Jimin’s voice from behind.
You sighed. You knew what he was about to say, it was like you suddenly had a psychic power.
You turned around in your chair to face him. “May I help you?”
“I just had an idea. If you can’t spill about the trip, can’t you at least spill about your fake boyfriend?”
“Why?” you asked.
“It’s been months,” he whined. “If you were me, you’d feel curious, too.”
You, being a gatekeeper as usual, initially wanted to refuse, until you remembered that you still kept Jungkook’s voucher. A brilliant idea came to your mind. You were going to play with Jimin a bit 
You smirked. “Why show my fake boyfriend if I can show you my real one?"
You knew your best friend liked the idea when his eyes glistened. “Really? You never told me you had a boyfriend." Never his gaze turned into a judgemental one this fast.
"It's because I know you'd react like this." You rolled your eyes.
"As a person with little to no experience in dating, I'm naturally curious, you know."
You waved your hands dismissively. You really, really need him to leave you so you can go back to work. "Whatever. Just tell me when you're free, okay?"
He nodded. "I'll go check my calendar."
+++
You know that feeling when an initially great idea turned good, then turned just okay and bad in just a few days? That was exactly what happened with this idea. This was probably your last meeting with Jungkook and you decided to show him off to Jimin. What would you say when your best friend asked about him afterwards? But as the plan was already made, there was nowhere to go except forward.
May I know the details about the plan? Jungkook asked through text.
It's stupid, actually. I just told my best friend I have a boyfriend. It was originally a joke, just to annoy him.
But seeing he's so excited to meet my boyfriend, I can't exactly tell him otherwise, you added.
That's a unique trope. Usually people don't just tell other people they have a boyfriend when they don't.
You scoffed at his message. You knew he meant 'dumb', not 'unique'. He just didn’t want to hurt your fragile heart.
You quickly typed in an answer. Long story short, I’m in need of a fake boyfriend. Can I use the voucher now?
His one-worded answer made you breathe easy.
Yes.
+++
Embarrassment. It was the only thing you felt when Jimin shook Jungkook’s hand while patting him in the back. You didn’t even need to feel the heat rise up your cheeks to be able to tell.
“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Jungkook said even though you couldn’t remember when you exactly told him about Jimin.
Jimin, brutally honest as he always was, replied, “And I never heard anything about you. What do you know about me?”
Upon hearing Jimin’s question, your heart stopped. How would Jungkook answer this?
You took a glance at Jungkook’s ever-so-relaxed face. “That you’re Y/n’s best friend and that she cares a lot about you.”
You were safe for now.
The two of them quickly became close, seemingly having found their commonality – their weird liking for gossiping about you while you were there.
“Did you know that Y/n was in the same high school as me? We only knew each other once she joined the company, though.” That was Jimin.
“Did you know that Y/n didn’t have a boyfriend for the longest time to the point she had to hire a fake boyfriend?” That was also Jimin.
“What do you know about Y/n? Tell me from the beginning.” That was, without a doubt, also Jimin.
Jungkook started talking about you from his side. Some were crafted by his genius mind, some were true.
“We met when she visited her parents back in her hometown. Our parents were friends. I grew curious and we got close. When she left, I promised to come to her. Months later, here we are,” he explained nonchalantly, as if he already practiced that.
“She brought a boyfriend, though?” Jimin’s reply sounded more like a question.
“I could see he was a fake boyfriend. She also told me that when we got close,” Jungkook answered like he wasn’t talking about himself.
At this point, it would be a lie to say you weren’t impressed by his skills.
The three of you had some dinner, went window shopping, and even watched a movie before Jimin excused himself.
“Shit, I forgot to pick up my brother at the airport. He’s gonna be so mad.” He glanced at his watch. “Is it okay if I leave now?”
Jungkook nodded. “It’s okay. Go ahead, we’re probably gonna go home, too, in a bit.”
“I’m so sorry for leaving early. Thanks a lot, though, for today.” With that, your best friend left.
Once Jimin left your sight, a thought came to your mind. A very important thing that you hadn’t talked about with the man beside you. You had to make sure you were free of charge.
You turned and looked at your crush. “By the way, this is totally free, right?”
“Since you didn’t use my additional services, it’s completely free.”
“Thank God. Your additional services are hella expensive.”
“Well, if you’re interested, I can arrange that,” he said smugly. “I might be able to get you a discount or something.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“It’s too late, my dude. Jimin already left.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “So you wanted him to see the whole thing in action? In public, too?”
Your eyes widened when you realized what he meant.
Before you could interrupt him, he continued, “I didn’t know you’re a freak, Y/n. I like it.”
You looked at him lazily. “Don’t be weird. Thanks for the help, though. Should I give you a tip? I feel like I can’t just leave like this.”
“My additional services are always open if you want to pay me.”
“No, thanks. It’s either giving you a tip or a favor of some sort.”
He looked deep in thought for a few seconds before answering, “I think this favor will be so easy for you. It might even help you in the future.”
Having enough of his antiques, you grumbled, “Just say it.”
“One free date. This time from you.”
“What?” you half-yelled. “Based on who paid for your dinner tonight, I feel like today’s been my one free date for you!”
He shrugged. “Based on the terms of the voucher, which I bet you didn’t read, you have to pay for all the meals. It’s the company’s rule.”
“So it’s the company’s one free date, then.”
Jungkook let out a chuckle. “I just found out you’re a smartass.”
“Thanks.”
“How about this? I owe you one date instead? I pay for the meal and whatnot. You only had to spare your time and look pretty?”
Liking the idea more than his previous one, you nodded in agreement. “Fine. We’ll arrange it sometime, okay?”
“Don’t forget to bring Jimin again. I like him.”
+++
For a few days after that, you never really thought about Jungkook’s supposedly owed date, being busy with work and all. But once you were alone in your room, you couldn’t help but to wonder what he had in mind when he offered you that.
That was exactly what you were doing tonight. Alone in your room with TV on, the sound barely audible since it only functioned as a white noise. As you were deep in thought, imagining that Jungkook would ask you to be his, your phone suddenly vibrated. You received a text from Jimin.
Y/nnnnn. You can’t believe what I just saw.
Then he sent a blurry picture of a man with a woman walking side by side in a mall.
Isn’t that Jungkook? Jimin asked. Why is he with a random woman?
You scrutinized the picture. No doubt that the broad shoulder and the slight mullet belonged to Jungkook. You’d been with him long enough to be able to recognize him in a blurry photo.
It could be his sister or friend, you answered dismissively. Don’t just jump to conclusions.
And it’s not like Jungkook was officially yours anyways. You knew well you had no rights to control him. Plus, his work kinda had to have him going out with different girls.
For hours after you hit send, Jimin didn’t send back a message. You felt guilty as you read over and over your last text. Were you being too harsh on him? You did that for the greater good, though, as you didn’t want him to find out about the truth this soon. Not while you were working on making it a reality.
Just as you read your last text the nth time in ten minutes, Jimin sent a text. A picture, to be exact. Of Jungkook and the woman kissing. Underneath, Jimin captioned it, I’m sorry, Y/n. I need to take action.
As if your fingers had a mind of their own, you typed a reply, Don’t do anything you’ll regret!
And another, Jimin! I’m being serious!
And another, Park fucking Jimin!
That was when two messages came to you. Both from your future boyfriend.
The first one was a picture of him with a busted lip. Despite the cut, he still showed his usual smirk. The message was followed by a Where did your best friend learn how to punch?
The next day was one of the worst days of your life. Not only you might have lost your only chance of dating Jungkook, you gave your best friend a silent treatment at work out of anger. Yes you were still hung up on what Jimin did, but in his defense, he did that to protect your dignity. It was as much your fault for lying to him as it was his for punching Jungkook.
By lunchtime, your initial anger had mostly turned into regret for ignoring him the entire morning. So in order to patch things up with your only friend, you joined him at the usual spot in the cafeteria.
“Y/n? Are you ready to forgive me? Can I explain first?” Jimin immediately asked when he noticed you.
“No need. I’m the asshole for being mad at you and not telling you the truth. I’m sorry.”
“What truth?” he asked expectantly.
“Jungkook isn’t my boyfriend.” You closed your eyes, anticipating the worst reaction out of your best friend. “At least, not yet.”
You heard Jimin’s seat creaking and him snorting. “You think I haven’t already known that?”
Surprised by his reaction, you glared at him. “How did you know?”
“He told me everything when you were in the toilet.”
“What did he tell you?”
“That you weren’t actually dating him, but still at the knowing-each-other stage. That’s why I was mad when I saw him kissing a girl.”
“Did he tell you about his job?”
Jimin nodded his head while playing with his food. “He’s your fake boyfriend. In fact, you used his coupon for that meeting.”
You clicked your tongue in disbelief. How could Jungkook tell Jimin about all this? Didn’t he have some sort of ethics around his work?
“I know what you’re thinking,” Jimin said to break the silence. “But you need to know his reason. He breaks the rule so that he has a chance to, quote unquote, make things right. He’s a smart guy.”
“But still, though, you punched him even though you knew about his job,” you accused.
“I think that’s his turn to explain.” Jimin pushed your now-cold food closer to you. “Now, eat before lunch is over.”
Despite you thinking that Jungkook now hated you and no longer wanted to talk to you, he texted you right after lunch ended.
Y/n, when can we meet up? I feel like there are some things we need to talk about.
Biting your lip, you typed in a reply, How about this weekend?
As if he had been waiting for your answer, he quickly sent another text. When and where?
Same as last time.
Okay. Don’t forget to ask Jimin to come, too.
Well, you just had to play the waiting game until your next meeting with Jungkook.
+++
“Explain,” you said as soon as both men appeared in front of you.
“How much do you know?” Jungkook asked with his signature cocky demeanor.
“That Jimin knows about everything and still punched you.”
“Well, can you believe it if I say I deliberately asked him to?” He raised an eyebrow as if challenging you. You weren’t afraid of him, though, that was where he was wrong.
“With how much of a crazy person you both are, I can.”
“So, that’s it. My client was an asshole and I had enough of her. So I asked Jimin who was coincidentally around to make a scene. Done.”
You snorted. In that story alone, you found many plot holes.
“But her plan failed, so you needed to file a proof and stuff,” you reminded him. “And the company will have to return the money.”
“Yeah, that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He shrugged. “It’s not like they’re gonna fire the heir of the company.”
Realizing what he just said, you commented, “You’re fucking crazy.” You hit him playfully with your purse. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner you’re the son of the CEO?”
“Are you trying to cosplay as that shitty client?” Jungkook asked, completely avoiding your question. “I don’t want to have a gold digger as a girlfriend nor as a client.”
“As if.” You turned to Jimin. “And you. Why didn’t you tell me that you knew everything?”
“Same as the reason you used Jungkook’s voucher and lied to me, for my best friend’s happiness.”
Jungkook cooed annoyingly. “Aww, you guys will seriously make me tear up with your sappy shit.”
“Shut up. Since when have you turned so annoying?” you jokingly pushed him away.
“Since this heart beat for you.”
“Stop it or I’ll smack you.”
Jungkook nudged your best friend. “See, she’s into this stuff.”
“Stop! You owe us dinner.”
“I only owe you,” Jungkook protested.
“Now it’s us because you didn’t tell me the truth.” You walked away with your head held high, knowing Jungkook wouldn’t dare to deny you.
+++
The dinner went smoothly with both Jungkook and you told Jimin about what happened during your trip to your home town.
Jimin’s eyes widened. “Your cousin recognized him?”
“She even almost outed him,” you added. “Luckily, Jungkook here isn’t as dumb as he looked.”
“Dumb?” Jungkook protested. “I saved your ass and you said I look dumb?”
“Yes, you literally wore a suit when you first met my parents.”
He frowned. “Did the store attendant lie to me when she said I looked smart with the suit?”
Of course he looked smart. Not only that, he looked hot, too. But you weren’t going to admit it.
“Y/n, I think you shouldn’t date him. He’s as dumb as he looks,” Jimin whispered but still loud enough for Jungkook to hear.
“Dude! You can’t say that. What about the bro code?”
“What bro code?” your best friend asked.
“You know-” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows “-the one we talked about last time.”
“Oh, that bro code.” Jimin shrugged. “Too bad, dude. It got canceled once you proved yourself to be stupid.”
“Don’t be like that. I worked hard to impress her.”
You giggled at their interaction, to be exact at how childish Jungkook sounded. “What you’re doing right now doesn't really impress me, by the way.”
Jungkook groaned while Jimin let out a laugh. They surely were going to be best friends.
The three of you continued teasing each other, telling each other stories, and laughing at one another until it was time for all of you to go home. Jimin, just like last time, already left, leaving just you and Jungkook.
You were about to stand up, remembering that you had an important meeting early in the morning, when you felt someone grab your hand. You looked back and met Jungkook’s deep brown eyes.
You opened your mouth, about to ask him what was wrong when he beat you to it. “How was dinner?”
You smiled. “It was awesome. You’re always so good with this kind of stuff.”
“I work in this area, aren’t I?”
You giggled.
“So, what do you say if I ask you to be my girlfriend?”
Your eyes widened. “Wait. You’re asking me this question now?”
“Of course. We’ve been on enough dates to know that we like each other. Do you want to pursue this to the next stage?”
Flabbergasted, you tried to form a coherent reply. “I- Are you sure- I mean, you’re really straightforward.”
“That’s what I’ve been told.” Jungkook showed you his perfect set of teeth. “You don’t have to answer right away.”
You shook your head. “No, that’s unfair to you. But I’m still confused how you still wanted me after all the chaos we’ve been through. Like when my cousin recognized you and when Jimin punched you.”
“Is it weird that I like going through those chaotic moments with you? And I’m willing to go through more if that’s what you're worried about.” Jungkook paused for a bit. “So, what do you say?”
It was clear what your answer was.
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Boyfriend Rental
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Pairing(s): Jungkook x reader
Genre: Fluff, crack, fake relationship AU
Word Count: 3.6k
Warning(s): Profanities, mentions of sex
Summary: You have an absolutely great idea when your family who likes to pry into your love life holds a family gathering. But what happens when one of your cousins realizes that your boyfriend is not real?
A/n This was supposed to be a short drabble, but somehow it expanded and became a full-fledged fic. But because it was originally a drabble, I still wrote it drabble-style with short scenes. Unedited because I want to post it ASAP (I might edit it in the future).
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The phone rang a couple of times before someone picked it up.
“Hi, it’s Rent a Partner here. How can I help you?” a cheery voice spoke through the phone.
You took a deep breath before answering, “I’m in need of a fake boyfriend.”
“Unfortunately, we don’t offer online services at the moment.” Before you could ask what that meant, the voice continued, “Meaning, you need to come to our office in order to decide which service is best for you and to set things up.”
You sighed in relief. According to Google, their office wasn’t that far from your apartment.
“Do I need to set up an appointment?”
“Of course. May I know who I’m talking with?”
“Y/n.”
“Okay, miss. Since we’re fully booked this week, what if we set your appointment next week on Tuesday at 2 p.m.?”
You were pretty sure that customers were the one supposed to set a time in typical situations, but you let it go since you knew this situation wouldn’t be considered typical.
“Sounds great.” It’s not like I have work to do at that time, you added sarcastically in your head.
For a few seconds you could only hear the typing noise from a keyboard before the cheery voice spoke again, “Alright, Y/n. See you next Tuesday at 2 p.m.” And the call ended.
While waiting for your heartbeat to come back to its normal rate, you opened the text sent by your mom a few days ago.
Y/n! I have good news. No, it wasn’t good news for you.
Yunhee is pregnant with her third child. Yunhee was the cousin you hated, who for some kind of reason didn’t hate you back.
She’s gonna hold a party at the end of this month. It was going to be held in three weeks.
She wants you to come. And you didn’t want to come.
She didn’t say this, but I’m really hoping you bring along a plus one ;) Oh no, not the wink emoji.
In your genius mind, you had an idea to bring along Jimin, your best friend from work. But of course, life liked to play jokes on you.
“It’s in three weeks you say?” he had asked yesterday during lunch.
You nodded while shoving a whole spinach leaf into your mouth.
“For how long?”
You shrugged. “Probably a few days,” you answered once you had swallowed your food.
“If I recall correctly, your parents already know that we’re coworkers and coworkers aren’t allowed to date here.”
You whined as the memories of your parents meeting Jimin flood your mind. Your parents suddenly came barging into your apartment one day while you were having a movie night with Jimin. Knowing your parents, you instantly told them that you weren’t dating him and that the company forbade coworkers from dating.
“May I swear?” you asked.
“Go ahead.” Jimin slurped his coffee.
“Fuck!”
Just then, Jimin came up with a horrendous idea. “Why don’t you just rent a fake boyfriend?” he asked with his mouth full of rice.
+++
No matter how slowly you walked from your office to Rent a Partner’s building, you arrived there in less than 20 minutes. You cursed at your ‘long’ legs and the relatively empty sidewalk. Well, could you really blame the sidewalk if you decided to have a dreadful appointment during working hours?
Rent a Partner’s building was decorated similar to that of a karaoke place. There was a reception desk in the middle with rows of doors in the sides. Even the lightning resembled a karaoke place with blue, purple, and pink neon lights. The only way you could tell that it was indeed Rent a Partner was the bold neon letters that spelled its name behind the receptionist.
“Good afternoon! What can I help you with?” You were met directly with the owner of the cheery voice that had answered your call a week ago.
“Hi. I’m Y/n. I have an appointment at 2.”
Apologetically, the receptionist said, “The person who’s supposed to meet you is currently having lunch. I’m pretty sure that he’ll be done in a few minutes. In the meantime, you can wait there.” She pointed to a bench beside the main doors.
Huffing, you plopped yourself onto the plush chair. If he was still having lunch at 2, why would the receptionist booked your appointment at 2? Such a waste of time that you could have used the time to talk nonsense with Jimin.
Speaking of Jimin, you didn’t have to talk to him directly since he was a phone addict.
Thus, you took out your phone from your bag and texted him.
Guess where I am? You typed before you hit send.
Humor me. The reply came in a few seconds.
You snapped a pic of the big letters behind the receptionist before sending it to Jimin.
Shit. You’re taking my advice for real? Jimin instantly replied.
I have no other choice. You can laugh however you want, but I’m still doing this.
I’m not laughing at you. Find a hot one, okay. And don’t forget to spill me the details.
Will do.
As if on cue, just as you shoved your phone back in your bag, the receptionist called you as a young man stood in front of the reception desk. You guessed that he was the one supposed to meet you.
A flashed a bunny smile and you immediately smiled back. He had a gorgeous smile.
He extended his hand towards you, in which you shook eagerly. His hand was warm and soft.
“Jungkook,” he stated. His voice was smooth and rich like honey.
“Y/n.”
“Alright, miss. Please follow me.” He turned around and walked away. His back was broad.
As you followed him into one of the rooms, you thought to yourself, he’s hot.
+++
“So you need a boyfriend?” Jungkook typed away on his computer.
“Yes.”
“Can you give me the details?” His eyes bore into yours.
“W- well,” you stuttered, great, “I have this family gathering in two weeks.”
“Family gathering, huh? It’s an easy task.”
“I suppose. But it will be held in another city.”
“Interesting.” Jungkook typed again.
“Yeah, so I’ll probably be there for a couple of days.”
“That’s the hard part. What will the family gathering be like?”
You shrugged. “I have no idea. Probably just eating, chatting, going somewhere together.”
“And where will you stay?”
“Since I’m not that well off, probably in my parent’s house.” A thought immediately went through your head. “Wait, how much does this service cost?”
“It depends on a lot of factors. The basic fee is 150 dollars per service per day excluding tickets, food, hotel, or anything your fake boyfriend might need.”
Your jaw dropped at his answer. “That’s so expensive. 150 just for service alone?”
“Yes. Service per day.”
“So if I’ll be there for three days?”
“Then it’s gonna be 450 dollars before additional services.”
Your eyes narrowed at the last bit of his answer. “Additional service?”
“Fake kisses and fake-” He didn't need to finish his sentence before you knew what he meant.
“You guys can fake intercourses, too?”
“We only fake the noises, but yeah.”
“Well, I don’t need that.” You shook your head at the thought. “What about the kisses?”
“10 dollars per kiss.”
“Are you trying to rob me?” you yelled in surprise.
“The kiss is not just a short peck, it’s a 10 seconds French kiss.”
“Still!”
“Well, we’re the best in this area of service, that’s why we have high tariffs,” the man said without guilt.
“Do you have any guarantees? I can’t just throw away 450 plus dollars just for it to fail.”
“We’ll try to fix it and if we can’t, we’ll return all of your money. Your fake boyfriend will find proof for your complaints and send it to us.”
You nodded in satisfaction. At least now you knew that you were mostly safe to go with the plan. There was only one question left, though. “Who will be my fake boyfriend?”
“Me.”
You definitely saved lives in your previous life.
+++
You only had less than 20 minutes left until your train left. Yet, you still couldn’t find Jungkook in the busy station.
You clicked your tongue as your eyes glanced at the big clock above. It was one thing to be late for an appointment because of lunch, but it took an extra dedication to be late right before travelling.
You were about to get into the train when the young man came running to you with a duffle bag in hand. Just as you shamelessly checked him out, you noticed his weird choice of clothing.
You frowned. "Why are you wearing a suit?"
"You don't like it? I’m giving you a chance to tell your family that I just got off a meeting." He spread his arms to show his clothes clearer. His duffle bag almost hit a passerby who thankfully managed to dodge it while mumbling some curses.
You pulled his empty hand down. “Can you stop that? What happened to the man I met a week ago? Why am I stuck with a manchild now?”
A week ago, you talked with him about the plan. About how he was supposed to act, what your parents liked and disliked in a boy, what his backstory was supposed to be.
“My parents always want me to date someone who’s working in the business area.”
“Easy peasy.” Jungkook typed away on his keyboard.
Remembering Yunhee and her pitying stares at you, you added, “I want a successful boyfriend.”
“What else?”
“A sweet and caring one, but also outgoing and fun.” Myunghee, Yunhee’s sister who you hated a bit more, always bragged to you about her relationship. Not to mention the cocky smirk she directed at you when she thought you weren’t looking. “I want to have revenge.”
In the end, you both settled with Jungkook, a businessman who was working his way up to be a young CEO, taking his dad’s place. Young, successful, and loving would be the three words which described this alter ego best.
But despite your requests that time, you were still shocked to see this side of him. It was a drastic change compared to how he was during your meetings with him.
“You asked for a fun and outgoing boyfriend and I deliver,” Jungkook said as he followed you into the train.
“You can act normal for now,” you mumbled as you struggled with your suitcase. “We’re alone anyways.”
Jungkook quickly caught on and helped you put away your luggage. “Why is it so heavy? And big?”
“We’re gonna be there for three days.” You took a seat.
“Just three days.” He took a seat beside you.
“Well, I’m sorry if I need to bring all my skin care products with me.”
Jungkook laughed out loud. His broad shoulder shook with every breath he took. “Three days without skin care wouldn’t kill you.”
You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “So what they say about boys using one product for everything is true?”
“It’s in the bros’ code not to be a tattletale, especially about stuff like that.” He winked at you before shrugging off his suit.
As his chest muscles flex, you couldn’t help but to stare. You could only hope that in the next three days you got to see what was underneath that thin shirt.
“You wanna touch?” Jungkook suddenly woke you up from your trance.
“What?” You finally met his eyes.
“If you’re curious, you can touch.” He smirked while folding his suit neatly. “It’s not like no girls have asked to touch them before.”
“And you don’t feel offended?”
“I know I’m hot. I’ve accepted my fate. As long as no one is harassing me, I’m okay.”
You sneered at him. “I think this is not an act. This is who you truly are.”
“And to that, I ask again, do you like it?”
Of course you liked it. He looked so hot, Myunghee would be jealous of you, but you weren't going to admit that. “No.”
“You’re lying.” With that, Jungkook reclined his seat and closed his eyes.
+++
Turned out, meeting your parents was the easiest part of the whole fake boyfriend thing. While your parents’ nagging still bothered you just the same, they somehow understood that you were no longer a little girl. That you finally had a boyfriend and could live well on your own.
The house was still exactly like how you left it. Potted plants, trees, and blooming flowers decorated the front yard. The only difference was that it looked more like a small forest than a front yard, making the two storey house hidden behind it. When you left it to pursue higher education a long time ago, the house was still visible.
“Wow,” was the first word coming out of Jungkook’s mouth.
You felt the urge to explain the madness. “My parents are kinda obsessed with plants. But it wasn’t this much when I left.”
“They probably need someone, something, to take care of after you.”
“That might be it.”
Before you both got the chance to step into the house, your mom already opened the door and greeted you. “I was right when I thought I heard noises outside! Just come in while I’m calling your dad.” With that, your mom disappeared, leaving you and Jungkook alone.
“Well, that was a great first meeting.”
“Stop being so snarky. She just doesn’t know how to act after years of not meeting me.”
“You’re lucky you have caring parents.”
You smiled as you walked in with Jungkook. “I know.”
Not long after, you found yourself in the living room with your dad, mom, and Jungkook.
“I assume this is your boyfriend?” your dad asked, officially opening the dreaded conversation.
“Yeah, this is Jungkook,” you introduced him with a practiced speech. “Jungkook, these are my parents.”
Jungkook stood from his seat and shook both of your parents’ hands, saying, “Nice to meet you.”
Once Jungkook was back in his seat, your mom blurted out a question that you had anticipated. “How long have you been dating?”
“A couple of months,” both you and Jungkook answered.
Your mom nodded in approval. “That’s nice. But why haven’t you told us about him?”
Uh oh, a question that you hadn’t prepared to answer.
“If I recall correctly,” Jungkook’s clear voice sounded, “Y/n originally wanted it to be a surprise, right?” Jungkook glanced at you before putting on the biggest smile for your parents.
Your mom giggled. “If that’s the case, you really have surprised us, way exceeding our expectations.”
“Now, tell us about yourself,” your dad spoke up.
Over the next few hours, Jungkook successfully charmed both of your parents. But you still couldn’t breathe properly yet, you still had a party to attend the next day.
+++
Just as you entered Yunhee’s house, you were met with her second kid vomiting on the floor. You grimaced to yourself as you faced Jungkook and tried to cover his eyes from the disgusting sight.
“I’m sorry for the sight,” you whispered.
Jungkook held your hand and pulled it down from his face. “I’ve seen worse. Don’t worry.”
“Y/n!” a shrill voice of Yunhee called on you while she was cleaning up the mess her son just made. “I’m so sorry for the mess. Youngjae has been sick for the past few days.”
You put on your best fake smile as you replied, “It’s alright.”
“Where’s your mom and dad?” She stood up from the floor and went to wash her hands without waiting for your answer.
Because you had basic decency, you followed her to the kitchen to answer her question, “They’ll come in a bit.”
As Yunhee dried her hands on a random rag, she noticed the man behind you. “Who’s that?” she asked with twinkled eyes.
In a totally not awkward gesture, you pulled on Jungkook's hand to make him stand beside you. “This is my boyfriend, Jungkook. Jungkook, this is my cousin, Yunhee.”
Jungkook held out his hand, which Yunhee promptly shook.
"Nice to meet you," Jungkook said in a fake deep voice.
Yunhee's eyes widened for a bit before she replied, "The pleasure's mine. By the way, you guys can go sit on the couch while we’re waiting for your parents.”
Touching a random apple on the dining table, you asked, “Who’ll come?”
“Probably just Myunghee and her boyfriend, you, and your parents.” In a hushed voice, Yunhee continued, “Sorry but I didn’t expect you’d bring your boyfriend.”
Knowing Yunhee and Myunghee’s relationship with you, Jungkook snaked his arm around your waist from behind. Instinctively, you held his hand in yours.
“Funny enough, we also didn’t expect we’d come. Both Y/n and I originally wanted to skip this family gathering, but instead we cancelled all our meetings and dates.” Jungkook pecked your neck which sent shivers down your spine.
With hands on her hips, Yunhee challenged you both. “What made you change your mind?”
“I want to see if Y/n’s family are equally as nice as her.”
“And what’s the result?”
“I can’t judge based on the first meeting alone.”
“Fair enough.” With that, Yunhee left you both, probably to fetch her kids.
You exhaled in relief, letting go of Jungkook’s hand who immediately let you go too. “Thanks for helping me out.”
“Just doing my job.”
Soon everyone had gathered. Yunhee and her family, Myunghee and her boyfriend, you and Jungkook, and your parents. A dinner and games night later, you found yourself being interrogated by none other than Myunghee.
"By the way, Y/n. How did you meet Jungkook? Last time we met, you were still shy and couldn't talk to anyone,” Myunghee asked while cuddling with her boyfriend on the couch, obviously mimicking your current position.
The entire room was filled with laughter while you grew annoyed at her comment. The only thing keeping you calm was Jungkook's fingers brushing through your hair.
"She's okay with people,” Jungkook answered before you got the chance to open your mouth. “Or else she wouldn't have dated me." Jungkook winked at the cuddling couple in front of you which sparked cheers from your family.
As if the last question wasn’t bad enough, Myunghee just had to ask another embarrassing question. This time, it was directed towards your fake boyfriend. “I know this is weird, but I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.”
You visibly tensed under Jungkook’s grasp. There was no way Myunghee knew Jungkook. Especially not since they lived in different cities. The chances would be so slim. Almost impossible.
Then other thoughts surfaced. What would happen if the plan failed? Would Jungkook really return all your money? What about your reputation in your family? And would your parents be disappointed? Among all the questions you had, you could only answer the last one and it was yes.
Jungkook calmly replied, “Really? Where?”
“Aren’t you that guy my best friend hired as a fake boyfriend?”
Loud gasps, especially from your mom and Yunhee, could be heard throughout the living room. It was as if everyone stopped doing their things and paid attention to your conversation. You would have bolted out of the city and never come again if it weren’t for Jungkook’s strong arms around you, holding you tight against his broad chest.
Said man just laughed at your cousin’s comment. “I personally don’t remember meeting you. But I’m not too surprised if I have. My dad actually owns a company providing fake partners. As the future successor, sometimes I have to do research about customers’ satisfaction,” Jungkook answered with ease, as if he had memorized and said it multiple times. “To do that, I usually have to go undercover as an employee and be a fake, fake boyfriend. I think you met me when I was doing that. Your best friend was a lucky one, I guess.”
All the confusion in everyone’s face immediately cleared out and you could finally relax against Jungkook.
Following Jungkook’s explanation, your dad announced to everyone in the room, “Jungkook is the son of a CEO. He’ll have to take over his dad’s position one day. No wonder he’s learning about the ropes of business.”
“So Jungkook isn’t your fake boyfriend?” Yunhee asked.
You shook your head and lied, “Nope. He’s as real as he can be.” Deep down, you kinda hoped that the man hugging you was your real boyfriend and you didn’t need to lie.
“Wow, you’re so lucky.” Myunhee’s words were laced with jealousy.
Suddenly, your 450 dollars wasn’t a waste anymore.
+++
“Thank you so much for helping me get revenge on my cousins,” you said once both of you had exited the train. Your body felt stiff in places, but your heart was calm and your face was painted with satisfaction.
“It’s just my job.” Jungkook shoved his hand into his bag’s pocket and fished out a piece of paper. He handed the paper to you which you accepted.
“What is this?” Your hand traced the gold emboss on the paper.
“A voucher for a free date.”
“I can read. Why are you giving me this?”
“To certain customers, we give a voucher for one free date.”
“Nice. But I don’t need it.” You handed the voucher back, but Jungkook stubbornly pushed your extended hand away from him.
“You might need it one day. It doesn’t have an expiration date. You can keep it and use it whenever. Just call my number there and we can plan the date.”
“How can you be sure that I might need it?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Because I’m sure you enjoyed my company.” With that, he winked and left, leaving you alone in the middle of the station with his voucher in hand.
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angelikook · 1 year
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Pairing(s): High school student!Jimin x reader
Genre: Fluff, f2l-ish, high school AU
Word Count: 5.9k
Warning(s): Profanities
Summary: When your three best friends want to stay at school overnight, you can’t say no. After all, nothing will go wrong, right? Well, everything goes wrong, actually, but in ways you never imagine.
A/n This fic has gone through several remakes in my draft because I'm indecisive. But at least it’s here now!
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“What?” you yelled at the three boys in front of you.
Yes, they were your best friends, but sometimes they came up with stupid ideas to the point you wanted to disown them. And not a minute ago, they proposed another crazy idea. So crazy you wanted to laugh.
“We did it before, Jungkook and I. You and Jimin should do it too.” Your best friend, Taehyung, flashed his boxy smile at you.
“Yeah!” Jungkook chimed in. “Think of it like-” He moved his arms around, trying to find the right words. “-being one with nature. But instead of nature, it’s our lovely school.” His last sentence was laced with sarcasm.
“I don’t know, guys. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You glanced at Jimin, trying to get him to side with you. “Right?”
“Don’t look at Jimin like that!” Taehyung whined. “You’ll make him agree with you.”
You scoffed in disbelief. “That’s the point! I don’t wanna stay at school overnight! And I bet Jimin doesn’t want to, either.”
Jungkook snorted. “Bruh, as a matter of fact, he was the one who came up with the idea long ago.”
“Is that right?” You stared at Jimin while he gave you a sheepish smile.
“Ugh!” You rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe it! I thought you had common sense unlike them.”
Beside you, Taehyung and Jungkook protested with a, “Hey!”
“Sorry. But aren’t you curious about what the school is like at night?”
“No! I’d rather sleep at home than to know that.”
“If you’re worrying about food and drink, don’t worry. We’ve prepared everything,” Taehyung said as if it’d make everything better. “All you need to do is to stay here.”
“That doesn’t even cover all of my worries.”
“Look.” Taehyung placed his arm around your shoulder, which you immediately pushed off. “How about this? We’ll stay with you, too, so all four of us can have a sleepover.” He grinned. “Isn’t that fun?”
“That’s horrible.” You frowned. “I can’t even deal with you for five minutes, and you want me to be with you all night? That’s crazy, mad, insane, all in one.”
Jungkook groaned. “Come on. You never do anything fun with us. Heck, you always turn down our offers. It feels like you don’t care about us.”
Oh, good. Now Jungkook was guilt tripping you.
“You guys are the worst,” you grumbled, but finally agreed to whatever stupid thing they wanted to do. It’s for your friendship’s sake, you reasoned with yourself.
“We know.” Jungkook smirked in victory. “We promise it’ll be the best experience you’ll ever have in your life.”
It was in fact, not the best experience you'd ever had in your life. It was more like the second worst experience, the first being school itself.
First of all, within the first half hour into all this staying-at-school-overnight thing, your phone died and you had to borrow a charger from Jungkook. And Jungkook was definitely not the person anyone would want to borrow chargers from. The problems were, the charger wouldn't work unless it was angled at a certain angle and the cable literally almost fell off. It was a surprise how Jungkook still managed to charge his phone. So all in all, you couldn't use your phone until it was charged fully.
You actually had the genius idea not to ask Jungkook first. Instead, you asked Jimin.
"Chim, do you have a charger?" You approached him at the front of the class.
"Nope. Jungkook usually has one."
"No, thanks. I can already guess his charger is broken."
From the other side of the room, where Jungkook and Taehyung were busy making a mock camp, Jungkook yelled in protest, "Excuse you! It's not broken as long as I can use it. You just need to put it at an angle."
"Whatever you say, Kook." You turned at Taehyung. "Tae, do you have a charger?"
"Nope. Just borrow Kook's."
You grimaced. "Ew, his charger is all…" you trailed off.
"All what?" Jungkook challenged you as he walked towards you.
"Nothing." You gave him your sweetest fake smile. "Can I borrow your charger, pretty please?" You even batted your eyelashes at him.
He stared at you in disgust as he tossed his backpack at you. "Stop doing that, you ugly rat. It's in the front pocket."
Seconds after that, you found out about his messed up charger.
That was pretty much how it went.
Second of all, since you had no phones to play with, while your three best friends were busy on their phones, you also had no one to talk to. The only conversation ever made was when you asked for food that was beside Taehyung since he was known as the food hogger.
"Tae, can you pass me the cracker?"
Without looking up from his phone, he flung the cracker your way, in which you barely caught.
“God, Tae. Can you not throw things?” You huffed as you opened the packaging.
"Hey, do you know that Mrs. Choi is hospitalized?" Jungkook announced out of the blue.
"Is that the reason why her class was canceled earlier?" Taehyung, who wasn't even listening to you a few seconds ago, now paid attention to Jungkook.
You really wanted to roll your eyes at that. He only paid attention when it came to gossip.
"Apparently."
"What? Why?" Now you were also curious about Mrs. Choi.
"Dunno. Something to do with her diabetes, probably. That woman eats like a pig and doesn't take her meds."
"How do you know that?" This time, Jimin asked.
"Look at how rough she looks. Like she might collapse any second."
You chuckled. "That's called being old, Kook."
"Whatever, I don't care. I wonder if we still have math class, though."
"Hopefully, not. We don't have a substitute teacher for math, as far as I remember,” Jimin said.
"To be honest, who wants to be a math teacher? Studying math is painful enough, I don't want to imagine how it feels like to teach dumbasses about math,” Taehyung explained before shoving a handful of snacks into his mouth.
"Is it possible for Ms. Lee to be our substitute teacher? I know she's an English teacher, but maybe…" Jungkook trailed off.
"Hardly. The last time she substituted for Mr. Kim's class, she cried,” you reminded the other three about the poor new teacher.
"Hey! That's because the kids took her for granted."
"Aren't we taking her for granted?"
"We don't bully her."
"We went to the canteen without her permission!"
"That's her fault for not seeing us leaving the class." Jungkook rolled his eyes.
"I think you're just being too harsh,” Jimin interjected.
"Ugh! You know what Jiwon just sent? Open our class' group chat!" Taehyung suddenly yelled.
"Oh my God! I hate her so much?" Jungkook whined a few seconds later.
"What's going on?" You inched closer to Jimin to look at what the others were talking about.
Taehyung ranted in response, “You know, Jiwon being a fake bitch as usual. She's asking the rest of the class to donate to Mrs. Choi. Like, Mrs. Choi is rich, rich, okay? There’s no need for us to donate to her.”
“It’s just her way to be seen as a good person. It’s only a matter of time until everyone finds out her true self.” Jungkook clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Even Beomseok doesn’t like her.”
You laughed. “Imagine being disliked by the nicest person ever.”
“I know right.” Jungkook popped a cracker into his mouth.
“How do you know he doesn’t like her?” Jimin questioned.
“Wait. You’re not on his close friend list on Instagram?” Jungkook asked with mouth still full of food.
“Kook! Don’t talk when you eat.”
Jungkook quickly swallowed his food before repeating his question. “You’re not on his close friend list?”
“Duh.”
“He ranted in his story a few weeks ago. It kinda blew up, so I thought you guys knew about it.”
“How did you even get into his close friend list?” You frowned.
Getting into Beomseok’s close friend list was something you never imagined would happen to Jungkook. Jungkook was too blunt, while Beomseok was more soft spoken. They were basically total opposites.
“Maybe because I helped him one time with his assignment.” Jungkook shrugged.
“Wow.”
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Jungkook proudly smirked.
That was when you started to feel cold. At first you were just moving your legs rapidly, then you started to hug yourself in an attempt to warm yourself. But when you started to huddle closer to Jungkook for some warmth, the boys started to realize something was wrong with you.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you.
“Just a tiny bit cold, don’t worry.”
Jimin frowned. “It doesn’t look like just a tiny bit, though.”
Then Jimin proceeded by taking off his hoodie. “Here.” He handed you his hoodie.
“What about you, though?”
“I’ll be fine. You should cover your legs with it. Tae, you don’t happen to have some sweatpants, do you?”
Apologetically, Taehyung shook his head. “Sorry, Y/n. I kinda forgot that you wore a skirt.”
And that was the third reason this was the worst idea.
The fourth reason being you were lowkey scared of the dark. The dark somehow made you imagine that there were monsters hiding at the school’s corner, ready to eat you whenever you were off guard.
Since the rest knew you were cold, they proposed an idea to make some hot tea at the teacher's lounge.
“What’s a sleepover without some drinking, right?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“People usually drink alcohol, not some cheap tea at the teacher’s lounge.”
He shrugged. “We gotta do what we gotta do.”
“Why the teachers’ lounge, though? Why not the canteen?” you asked while huddling yourself against Taehyung, who had a flashlight in his hand. Partly because you were still cold even with Jimin's hoodie wrapped around your waist and also because you wanted to be as close as possible to a source of light.
“Obviously, it’s stealing,” Jungkook answered as if you asked a stupid question.
“Is it not stealing in the teachers’ lounge?”
“It is. But I have no remorse against teachers.”
At Jungkook’s skewed moral compass, you just stayed quiet and didn’t question anything. You just needed to accept the fact that stealing was wrong unless it was targeted towards a teacher.
The lounge was dark, just like the rest of the school. You instinctively about to flick on the lights when Jungkook suddenly spoke up behind you, probably knew what you were about to do.
“Don’t turn on the lights! We don’t want to alert the security guards.”
You walked away with a scowl. “As if they don’t already know we’re here with your loud ass.”
“If they already know, they’re doing a good job of pretending to not know,” Taehyung commented while preparing some tea.
You snorted as you took a seat at one of the chairs. “You know how people at school are. They’re fake.”
Jimin sat beside you. “And at the wrong timings, too.”
A thought flashed through your mind after hearing Jimin’s words. “Kinda reminds me of the time Jungkook was trying to get out of trouble by flirting with Mrs. Choi.” You giggled.
“That was so pathetic.” Taehyung sat down in front of you and handed you your mug.
Jungkook groaned as he took a seat beside Taehyung. “Can we not talk about that?”
You shook your head while trying to stop laughing. “It’s too funny. I’ll make a journal about our activities together and that incident will be on the front page.”
“I’ll help with the decorations,” Jimin said before taking a sip of his tea.
“I’ll buy the materials you need,” Taehyung added.
“Guys,” Jungkook whined. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Wait. Chim, did you hear someone saying something?” You glanced at Jimin.
Jimin jutted his bottom lip and shook his head. “I don’t think so. Tae?” He looked at Taehyung who shrugged his shoulders in response.
“Thought so.” You finally sipped on your tea, feeling proud of annoying Jungkook.
The four of you stayed at the lounge for a while even after there was only dried leftover tea in the mugs. You talked, played, laughed, and overall had fun to the point you forgot for a second that you were still at school.
“Hey, what if we wander around school?” Taehyung came up with his usual crazy idea.
“Why? I feel comfy here,” you asked.
Taehyung shrugged. “No reason. Kook, Chim, you wanna come with?”
Wordlessly, Jungkook stood up from his seat while Jimin shook his head.
“Imma keep Y/n company,” Jimin replied.
“Kay, then. See you both at the class.” Taehyung waved and left alongside Jungkook.
As soon as the door closed behind them, awkward silence filled the room.
You’d known Jimin the longest out of the three of them, but since Taehyung and Jungkook were more outgoing than him, you usually didn’t have to put effort into starting a conversation with them. They simply just opened their mouths once they saw you. Meanwhile with Jimin, you were the one needing to open a conversation. But you were as awkward as a baby flamingo learning how to stand on one leg when it came to small talk, not that you ever actually saw it.
“So…” you opened up just as Jimin did the same. You stopped and motioned to him to continue.
“Are you still cold?”
“Nope. Thanks for the hoodie.” Your fingers mindlessly picked at the loose thread on his hoodie.
You laughed at what happened a minute ago. “We can finally get some peace and quiet. My ears start to ring hearing Jungkook’s loud voice.”
Jimin nodded in agreement. “He has a nice singing voice, though. Maybe he should just stick to singing.”
“I can say the same about you.”
Though the room was only illuminated by the moonlight, you could see the faint blush on his cheeks.
“You should cover a song with Jungkook sometime. I’ll play the ukulele for aesthetic purposes.”
Jimin chuckled. “You can’t play the ukulele.”
“I’m a fast learner, okay.” You huffed in annoyance.
“Whatever you say.”
The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the silence that wasn’t as awkward as before.
“So,” you spoke up once the silence became unbearable to you. “You had this whole idea? The stay-at-school thing?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“But only Taehyung and Jungkook ever stayed.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Why didn’t you go with them?”
Jimin shrugged and took a few seconds to answer. “To be honest, it was just a joke, but you know how Jungkook is. He took it seriously and Taehyung just followed him.”
You shook your head in disbelief. These boys were really going to get the best you.
For the entirety of your friendship with them, they only brought mischief and chaos in your life. Sure mostly were funny and harmless, like pulling unplanned pranks and stuff. But you were scared when the time came when they accidentally hurt someone. Or worse, themselves. It was a good thing that Mr. Choi wasn’t alive when Jungkook flirted with his wife.
You were still deep in your thoughts when Jimin’s voice brought you back to reality.
“Do you wanna take a leak? I want to go to the toilet.”
You lighted up at his question. Of course you wanted to pee after gulping a mug of tea. “Sure.”
Peeing was so difficult. Way more difficult than the ceremonious walk to the lounge earlier. The restroom was pitch black and your fear of the dark wouldn’t allow you to enter it. On the other hand, Jimin already whipped out his phone and was about to turn on the flashlight.
“Jimin, I can’t go in there alone.”
Jimin sighed and handed you his phone. “Here.”
You didn’t take it. Instead, you stared at him and gave him puppy eyes. “Come in with me, please.”
Jimin’s eyes widened in horror. “That’s inappropriate!”
“Not if you wait outside the stall.”
“Y/n…”
“Please, Jimin? What if the monsters eat me?”
“There are no monsters.”
“How do you know?” you challenged him.
“I just know.”
“You have to prove it by accompanying me inside.”
It took him a few seconds to think before finally giving in. “Fine. But you’ll have to buy me pizza.”
You grinned. That was still cheap compared to the favor. “Deal.”
That was the most complicated peeing in the history of peeing.
Every five seconds- no, three seconds, you kept calling Jimin to make sure he was still there.
You entered a stall and closed it before calling Jimin.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just making sure you’re still there.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Okay.”
You took a leak before asking again, “Jimin? Are you still there?”
Jimin sighed loud enough for you to hear. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
As you flushed the toilet, you asked again, “Jimin?”
“I’m still here.”
“Okay.”
And when it was his turn to pee, it was even more eventful.
“You can’t go in there, Y/n!”
“But I don’t wanna be out here alone.” You almost broke into a full tantrum.
“Y/n, please.”
“Chim, please,” you pleaded with a pout on your face.
It only took a second for your pouty face to take effect on him.
“But you must face the wall until I finish.”
“No problem.” It was better than waiting alone in the dark hallway.
Same as before, you had to keep assuring yourself that Jimin was still there.
After that entire commotion, you both decided to walk back to class.
“You sure you don’t wanna go around school?” Jimin asked as he opened the door for you when you both arrived.
“You don’t want to see me being scared all the time, right?” You plopped in the middle of the fake camp and turned one of the flashlights.
“I guess not,” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.
You were busy fumbling with your phone that was still attached to the wall and Jimin was at the front of the class, probably doing homework, when you heard noises from your back. In an instant, your heart went a million beats a second and your breath quickened.
Slowly, you put your phone down and turned around. Your eyes were met with two tall figures standing over you. They both wore a black raincoat with the hood covering their faces.
On instinct, you yelled the name of the person you could trust at the time. “Jimin!”
You heard no reply as the figures took a step closer to you.
“Jimin!” you yelled in a deafening scream. This time, you were sure even the security guards could hear you.
From your side, someone came to you and grabbed your arm. You were about to scream again but stopped when you realized it was just your best friend.
"You're okay, you're okay. I'm here." Jimin hugged you.
For a moment, you forgot what was happening around you. Your mind was occupied by Jimin and Jimin alone. Your senses were filled with him. Eyes closed while the familiar scent of sweat mixed with cologne filled your nostrils. Your ears only fixated on his calming words.
Only when he heard your sniffles did he pull away. He held both your shoulders at an arm's length while his face was etched with worry.
“Are you crying?” He studied your face.
In response, you only sniffled while vigorously wiping your tears off your face. Your other hand was pointing towards the dark figures who were the culprit for your tears. You probably looked like a kid who snitched to their parent, but you couldn’t care less at the time.
“Them-” you spoke with a cracked voice.
You didn’t even get to finish when Jimin threw the figures a scolding gaze, as if he already knew them. “Cut it out, guys. Can’t you tell this is crossing the line?”
Just after he said that, both figures opened their raincoats only to reveal Taehyung and Jungkook.
Now feeling angry instead of scared after seeing who were behind the raincoats, you stood up and glared at them. Dried tears still decorated your cheeks. “The fuck was that?”
“We just wanted to prank you,” Jungkook answered with a small voice, now feeling guilty for making you cry.
“That wasn’t funny at all!”
“Yeah, we know now. We’re sorry.”
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Taehyung asked.
You shook your head, sniffled one last time, and simply just went back to your phone. You’ve had enough of their shenanigans and planned to go through the rest of the night smoothly.
A few minutes passed by before you remembered something. Meanwhile, the cruel prank was long forgotten and the three boys were aware of it too. After all, you weren't the kind to dwell in the past.
“Guys, what if the security guards heard my scream?”
Jungkook took a seat on your right and shrugged nonchalantly. “Hardly. They would’ve come to us instantly, but they didn’t.”
“Plus,” Taehyung added. “We’re pretty far from their post. Don’t worry.”
“If you say so.” You shrugged and went back on your phone.
“But if you’re still worried, we can check,” Taehyung offered.
“Don’t be stupid.” You looked up from your phone and glared at him. “You might get caught.”
“Contrary to your belief, I’m very smart.”
You held yourself from rolling your eyes. “I beg to differ. This crappy sleepover and your stupid prank prove otherwise.”
“This sleepover was Jimin’s idea before I stole it, remember?”
You kinda expected to hear Jimin sass him, so when you didn’t hear his voice at all, you grew suspicious.
You glanced at the boy sitting on your left and took a sharp breath when you saw him slumped in his seat.
“Jimin?” You shook his shoulder lightly.
No response.
“Chim?” This time, you shook his shoulder a little harder.
Still no response.
You turned to Jungkook who already sprang up from his seat. “What’s happening to him?”
Jungkook went to take a hold of Jimin’s arm only to wince back.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
Your heart thumped loudly in your chest. So much for hoping the rest of the night would go smoothly.
“He’s burning.” Jungkook tried to lift Jimin up. “Tae, can you help me bring him to the infirmary?”
Together, Taehyung and Jungkook managed to heave Jimin to the infirmary with you following in the back because you didn’t want to be left alone in the dark.
The infirmary was just a four by four room, enough to house a small desk, a medicine cabinet, and a bed. Rumors said that the room was previously used as a janitor’s closet, but then the janitor’s closet was moved somewhere bigger. It was amazing how brooms and cleaning products got better facilities than sick students.
Taehyung and Jungkook laid Jimin on the only bed at the infirmary and you put Jimin’s hoodie back on him. Hopefully with that, he could sleep his fever off.
You saw Taehyung was looking into the medicine cabinet when he questioned, “Can we take some medicine from here?”
You walked towards him. “Isn’t that the point of having an infirmary?”
“But it’s outside of school hours. It might be counted as stealing.”
Jungkook, who was putting the infirmary’s typical thin blanket on Jimin, chimed in, “Before trying to steal it, check if it’s locked or not.”
Looked like Lady Luck wasn’t on your side today because the cabinet was indeed locked and you couldn’t find the keys anywhere, even after you checked every inch of the cramped infirmary.
“It’s locked,” you announced.
“Don’t you usually bring some medicines?” Jungkook asked.
“Yeah, but it’s in my bag.”
As if on cue, Taehyung went to the door and said, “I’ll take it. You both just stay here and make sure he’s alright.”
Wordlessly, you nodded as you watched him disappear into the dark hallway.
Jungkook huffed and took a seat at the nurse’s desk. “How did he suddenly become sick?”
You shrugged. “Knowing him, he probably tried to keep it to himself. And when it got worse, he made us panic.”
“Made helping him harder, too.”
“I know right. He somehow thinks that hiding his pain will make it easier.”
“Sometimes I wonder if he really deserves to be the class president. He’s just so-” Jungkook stopped, trying to find the right words.
“He’s stupid, you mean,” filterless as always, you finished his sentence with what he originally wanted to say.
“For the lack of better words, yes.”
Just as he said that, Taehyung barged into the infirmary with two bags in his hands, one was yours while the other was Jimin’s.
“I brought his bag along in case he’ll need his stuff.”
Taking both bags from his hands, you thanked him quietly before putting the bags on top of the nurse’s desk.
“You guys can go back to class. I’ll take care of him.”
“Are you sure?” Taehyung eyed you suspiciously. “You’re kinda scared of the dark. What if you need us?”
You waved your phone in front of him. Apparently, it was a good enough answer for him.
“We’ll come pick you both up at dawn, okay?” Jungkook glanced at the clock on the wall. “Approximately four to five hours from now.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s go, Kook. It’s too cramped here.”
With that, you and Jimin were officially alone. And only three things were left to do, waiting for Jimin to wake up, scolding him, and giving him his medicine.
Jimin woke up with a loud groan not long after. He tried to sit up, but you immediately rushed to his side to stop him.
“Don’t sit up! Just tell me what you need.”
In response, he groaned again.
“You want to drink?” You already shoved your hand into his bag, searching for his water bottle.
He nodded weakly.
“Here.” You handed his bottle to him before helping him to sit up. “Sit up slowly, okay.”
After taking a few sips of water, he croaked, "I must have collapsed.”
With a sour face, you took his bottle from him and closed it aggressively. "What were you thinking, not telling us when you feel unwell?” You put his bottle on the nurse's desk.
"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly. "I didn't want to ruin the moment."
"What moment? The moment I was pissed off because of them?" You referred to Taehyung and Jungkook's prank. “Which part of never abandoning your health do you not understand?”
"I thought it was going to pass, but then I felt weaker.”
“That’s your own fault for not telling us right away,” you scolded as you lightly touched the back of your hand to Jimin’s forehead. Even from the slightest touch, you could feel his fever.
“You’re still hot.” You handed him a granola bar you always carried in your bag. It was for emergencies, so this was the right time to use it. “Eat this. You need to take medicine after this.”
Jimin took the granola bar from your hand, but only stared at it.
“Go on. Eat it,” you told him. “Or do you want to drink first?”
He shook his head. “This is your food.”
“And?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused about where the conversation was going.
“Don’t you want to eat it?”
You snorted. “You’re literally burning up and you’re worrying about me?” You paused for a second. “Just eat it, I have more at home.”
Though you insisted he could eat it all, in the end, he still gave bits of it to you which you accepted. And when there was only one bite left, he handed it to you.
“Finish it,” he said.
“No. I’m full,” you reasoned. In reality, there was no way one could be full from eating parts of a granola bar. But for his health, you needed to convince him somehow to finish the food.
Luckily, without a fuss, Jimin put the last bite into his mouth.
As he savored the last bite, you fumbled with your bag. Your hands were deep in the depths of your bag, where random papers and receipts lay. Hopefully, amidst all the scrap paper, you could find some cold medicines that you were sure you always brought with wherever you go. You were always prepared, though you rarely tidied up your stuff.
After what felt like forever, you finally found the flimsy blister. You popped one pill out and handed it to Jimin along with his water bottle. The entire time until he finished gulping the medicine, you put a scowl on your face.
“Can you stop being mad? I’m a patient here and you’re not being a kind doctor,” he protested.
“I’m not kind because you did this to yourself! First by lending your hoodie to me, and second because you didn’t tell us when you don’t feel good.” You stopped for a second to think for more arguments. “Third, because you made us panic.”
“I said I’m sorry. You were still shocked from the prank and I didn’t want to cause more trouble.”
You gestured to your surroundings in an exaggerated manner. “Is this not causing more trouble? You’re lucky Jungkook had the idea to bring you here.”
With a confusion in his eyes, you knew the conversation was getting derailed. “Where are they anyways?”
“They’re back at the class. The infirmary was too cramped with them here.” You felt your anger dissipated at the change of topic.
“And they left just like that? Wow, I’m hurt.”
“They’ll pick us up at dawn, then we go home. So make sure you’re fit enough to go home.” You pushed his shoulders lightly. “Now, lay down and get some sleep.”
“Thanks for the food and medicine. You’re a lifesaver,” he said after he got comfortable on the bed.
You helped him fix the blanket on him. “I’m literally your lifesaver. You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.”
“You lifted me to the infirmary? I don’t believe that. It must have been Taehyung and Jungkook.”
“Wow, you can tease me now. You must feel a lot better. Let’s go back to the others.” You clapped your hands. The sound reverberated around the small room.
You walked away from the bed just to mess up with him, but then you stopped when you felt a warm hand holding yours.
You locked eyes with the owner of the hand. In his eyes, there was something you usually didn’t see there. It was something those eyes never showed, whether because they were good at hiding it, or if the owner never felt that way. It was somewhere between longing, hoping, and begging. Or maybe it was all of them, you weren’t sure as it was only flashed for a few milliseconds. 
“Don’t leave,” Jimin meekly said.
You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood back up. “I’m not a cruel person, you know. I wouldn’t leave a sick person alone.”
You dragged the nurse’s chair closer to the bed and sat on it. Coincidentally, as you did those things, your eyes fell upon his hair.
"You need to dye your hair again," you commented.
"What?"
You repeated what you just said, "You need to dye your hair again. It's starting to fade."
He touched his hair unconsciously. "I’ve been meaning to, but I think I need to cut back on wasting money." Then he cheekily smirked. “Unless you want to pay it for me?”
"Of course I don’t." You scoffed. "If I had the money, I'd dye my own hair."
"Then it's on you if my hair's fading."
"Where's that logic coming from?"
He shrugged. “That’s why you should never bring up someone's hair, especially mine.”
“I think that kind of rule only applies to you.”
“That’s what you think because you never had your hair dyed.”
“I bring it up all the time with Taehyung.”
He laughed. “That’s because he’s a dummy, but don’t tell him I said that.”
“I’ll definitely tell him.” You stuck your tongue out at him.
“Don’t!” he groaned. “He’ll hate me for sure.”
“That’s why you should never say your friend is dumb,” you quoted him.
“I didn’t say he’s dumb. He’s a dummy, that’s what I said,” he corrected.
“Same difference.”
Just as you said that, Jimin closed his eyes.
“Shut up. I want to sleep,” he mumbled. “Your voice is too pitchy.”
“Excuse you!” You narrowed your eyes at him although he couldn’t see it.
You received no reply from him, as expected. So instead of waiting for his answer, you just stared at his soft and delicate face features that made you countless times feeling jealous. Not even ten minutes after, his breathing started to even out as he fell into a slumber.
Seeing Jimin sleeping peacefully made you let out a yawn. The hard part had passed, now you only needed to catch some Z’s before Taehyung and Jungkook came.
The only problem was, there was no space where you could lay down, so you just settled with the second best solution: laying your head on the bed, near where Jimin’s hand was. In your mind, being a bit uncomfortable was better than laying on the dirty floor. Who would’ve known if a cockroach or rat walked over it? No one, thus you didn’t want to risk it.
You jumped up from your chair a few hours later at the sound of a loud bang coming from the direction of the door.
“Okay, love birds, time to go home.” Taehyung pulled on your hand to make you stand up. Meanwhile, from the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook approaching Jimin.
“What time is it?” you asked before yawning.
“Five.”
You were stretching your aching back as you asked another question. “Isn’t this too early? You said we’re going home at dawn.”
“We realized that dawn was too risky. The security might be patrolling around at that time,” Jungkook answered your question instead.
“Is Jimin okay?” You looked in the direction of Jimin who was still rubbing his eyes on the bed.
“I feel a lot better, thanks to you.”
“No thanks for us?” Taehyung complained.
“Yeah! What about us?” Jungkook chimed in. “We brought you here.”
“You guys don’t count because you’re more annoying than helpful,” you teased. “Isn’t that right, Jimin?”
Jimin only nodded as he jumped from the bed.
“See?” You proudly grinned at Taehyung.
In which Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. We know you guys have something going on.”
“Cut it out, guys,” Jimin spoke before anyone could say anything.
With that, you and the boys put on your bags wordlessly and left the school through the back gate.
Taehyung and Jungkook were walking ahead of you and Jimin, shoving each other playfully like a bunch of primary school kids.
“I owe you pizza, right? But now you also owe me pizza for not telling me you were sick. So we’re even.” You grinned. “And because I took care of you, I deserve another pizza. Therefore, you owe me pizza instead.”
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “That’s not how it works. I didn’t ask for your favor.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you ask for favors or not. As long as you get favors from me, you owe me pizza.”
“Wait!” Jimin halted in his steps which you followed suit. “Doesn’t that mean we’re even since I helped you when the boys were pranking you?” He smirked in victory as he knew he was right.
You groaned. There was just no way you could win against Park Jimin.
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How to Find Your Soulmate
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Pairing(s): Non-idol!Namjoon x reader
Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, teensy bit of angst
Word Count: 10.2k
Warning(s): None
Summary: Where a journey to find his soulmate took a different turn.
A/n I wrote this as a spur in the moment thing, but it surprisingly came out really well.
The familiar sound of keys jiggling from his front door was a sure sign that he was about to lose whatever amount of peacefulness in his tiny apartment. As he braced himself for what was about to come, the door swung open and came in the person he had been waiting for.
Y/n was her name. Peculiar, wild, and random. Her hair basically could represent her entire personality. Unruly, messy, and out of control. She'd been a loner for most of her lifetime. Definitely a big believer in “I’m a strong independent woman who doesn’t need no man”.
It also came as a surprise to Namjoon when he couldn’t help but to be attached to her a long time ago when they were kids. And ever since that, he had gained a new best friend. Or more like the best friend since he didn’t have that many best friends to begin with.
“Joon, let’s go! We have things to do.” Y/n grabbed on his arm and tried to pull him up from his slouched position on his couch. The couch that became worn out so quickly for its rather frequent use whenever he was stressed.
In his defense, it wasn’t his fault that the couch was so comfy.
Failing to pull him up, Y/n groaned in frustration. “Come on! There’s a bazaar downtown that I wanna check. Can’t have me go alone at this time, right?”
“I don’t wanna get up. Let’s just watch Netflix,” he said as he turned on the TV.
Y/n snatched the remote from his hand and turned the TV back off. “Nope. Let’s go. Tomorrow is Saturday anyways, you can watch the TV all you want.”
Namjoon sighed. “What do I get for this?”
Y/n grinned and cupped her cheeks. “You get to spend time with me.”
“Ugh, I don’t want that,” he teased as he pulled himself up from the couch. “I'm tired of seeing your face.”
“You, mister.” She jabbed her finger at him. “Owe me a boba tea, remember? Now is the perfect time to redeem yourself.”
“Remind me not to wake you up again on Sunday mornings.” He shuddered at the memory of seeing bed headed Y/n screaming on top of her lungs, telling him not to wake her up from her beauty sleep or whatever.
“Are you seriously wearing that, though?” he asked as he eyed Y/n’s outfit.
She still wore the same outfit that she had worn since this morning. There was a noticeable coffee stain on her left cufflinks, indicating she probably had bumped her mug with her hand by accident. Her skirt was already crinkled especially on the bottom part. Disclaimer, he totally did not just check her out. Her heels made her feet red and look swollen. They clearly cut off her circulation, but somehow she insisted on wearing them anyways, claiming that she felt sexy and smart and beautiful in them.
“They look uncomfortable,” Namjoon had commented one day after noticing how her heels made Y/n walk weirdly. “Why don’t you just wear sneakers?”
Y/n scoffed, as if what he had said was ridiculous. “Real women don't wear sneakers to work, Joon.”
“Whatever you say, Y/n.” Namjoon had tried hard to stop the urge of rolling his eyes.
Ever since that, he didn’t even want to talk about her heels. “Let her suffer if she wanted that,” he always reminded himself.
Y/n walked to his full-length mirror inside his room and stared at herself. “What’s wrong with this?”
“Just change into more comfortable clothes,” Namjoon said from the living room. “You’d look out of place."
With that, Y/n closed the bedroom door behind her and grumbled. “This is perfectly fine. People do go out after work to a bazaar.”
She actually said more than that. Way more. But at this point, he didn’t even bother to listen to her. It wasn’t like this was his first time ignoring her blabbers. And he was pretty sure she was used to it, too.
Minutes later, Y/n came out to the living room wearing Namjoon’s hoodie and sweatpants. She even managed to find a pair of his sandals that he thought was gone. Sure her outfit now swallowed her, but at least it was more comfortable.
“Alright, let’s go!” was the last thing she said before they left his apartment.
A boba tea and a corn dog later, Namjoon and Y/n were walking aimlessly. They were just following the direction other people were taking, not really sure themselves where they would end up.
“Aren’t you glad I forced you out of that stuffy apartment?”
“Nope. I still rather be on my couch.”
Y/n frowned. “What?” She gestured to their surroundings. “This is so much better.” She saw a small bench and sat on it, gesturing to him to sit beside her. “I think you need to take a breather and just relax, my dude. Whatever problems you have at work, they don’t exist for now.”
“It’s easy for you to say that.”
Y/n slurped hard on her drink, trying to get as many bobas as possible into her mouth. “You-”. Chew. “-think too much-”. Chew. “-of things you can’t-”. Chew. “-control.”
“Okay, finish your drink first. That’s disgusting.”
Y/n laughed while trying to stop her bobas from coming out of her mouth. After succeeding to suppress her laughter, she chewed on the bobas thoroughly before swallowing them.
“You’re an overthinker who misses on great things in life just because you’re too caught up in your problems. And when you realize you missed those things, it’ll be all too late.” Y/n then continued finishing her drink in silence while he was registering what she just said.
He was so focused on his thoughts to the point he didn’t even realize when Y/n had left him to find a trash can. He was only drawn back to reality when Y/n came to him running and yelling his name in excitement.
Y/n spoke in rapid speed to the point she sounded like speaking gibberish. The only thing he heard was “fortune teller” before Y/n yanked on his hand and dragged him to a small kiosk.
The kiosk was mostly empty. No customers were surrounding it unlike other kiosks. But it wasn’t what set it apart from the others. It was the big letters in front of it that read “fortune teller” in big bold text. Inside, there was only one woman sitting, unmoving, seemingly reading something, a book maybe.
Aware of his and Y/n’s presence, the fortune teller looked up from the book and smiled at them both. Unlike what the media portrayed fortune tellers were, that they were scary and mysterious, her smile was warm and friendly.
“Is there something I can do?” The fortune teller closed the book and stood up.
“Yes!” Y/n replied. “My friend here-” She gestured to Namjoon “-wants to know his future.” After a few seconds of pause, she added, “And about his soulmate too, please.”
Before he could respond, the fortune teller beat him to it. “Very well.” The fortune teller cracked her knuckles before staring deep into his eyes. Her gaze somehow made him feel naked, vulnerable.
They hold their gaze for a while. As seconds became minutes, he felt breathless, and hot. The gaze that at first was soft but strong, became sharper and almost felt painful. But not long after, the fortune teller focused back at Y/n who stood still beside him, gawking at her. He could finally let out a breath that he didn’t realize he had been holding.
“From what I can tell, your friend is on the right track. He’s doing well, but he won’t be if he can’t appreciate the simple things in life,” the fortune teller explained. “As for his soulmate, he already knows who they are, he even knows where they are. The only thing left for him to do is just to figure it out within himself.”
The thing was, he didn’t believe in fortune tellers, astrology, and whatnot. He never even cared about things like that. But seeing Y/n’s grin and the glint in her eyes as she thanked the fortune teller and gave her a tip, he didn’t say anything against it. As much as Y/n called him boring, he wasn’t the type to burst people’s bubble of happiness.
Throughout the walk to Y/n’s apartment, she kept talking about what the fortune teller had said.
“Gosh, I can’t believe you know who your soulmate is.” Y/n lightly punched on his arm. “You never tell me anything.”
Namjoon shrugged. “What’s there to talk about? I don’t know who my soulmate is either. I apparently need to figure it out myself.”
“I know what we can do!”
This sounded like he was about to be in for a bad time. “What?”
“Let’s go do something different! Maybe you'll find your revelation or whatever.”
He really wanted to scoff. “How does that even work?”
“Don’t know. But it's worth a try. Do you want to figure out who your soulmate is or not?”
Of course he did. “Of course I do. What kind of question... ”
Y/n clapped her hands together. “Good! Tomorrow I’ll pick you up. Get ready for a week full of surprises.”
“Wait what? I never signed up for this.”
Y/n rolled her eyes. “You did sign up. You said you want to find your soulmate.”
“But not tomorrow!” he raised his voice in frustration. “We have work on Monday.”
“Just call your boss that you’ll be gone for a week.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Dude, bro, my guy, you need to live in the moment. Plus, you haven’t taken a leave in years. Years, Namjoon.”
He inhaled long and hard before exhaling it slowly. His best friend seriously was going to be the death of him.
“Please.” Y/n looked up at him. He suddenly became aware of the massive height difference they had.
It wasn't that Y/n was short. She said it herself that she was the average height although he didn’t really believe that. She just looked so tiny compared to him. But, on the other side, Namjoon was quite tall for a guy around his age.
He groaned. “Ugh, not the puppy eyes. Seriously.”
“Does that mean I win?” There was a soft gleam of hope in her eyes.
Namjoon was a strong man. At least, that was what everyone who knew him had said about him. So it was weird for the always composed and well mannered man to have a weakness. And to have that weakness took in the form of his childhood best friend was even weirder. What in his best friend that didn’t exist in literally anything that could melt his heart like no other? Puppies and kittens could never even compare. His cute bonsais, too, couldn’t even compare.
He might never find the answer to that. Heck maybe he found out about his soulmate before he could answer that. He could only shook his head in disbelief as Y/n put her bunny headband on his hair.
It was Saturday at 8 a.m, the morning after the fortune teller incident. Y/n simply invited herself into his apartment while he was still in the shower. It was one of the things he regretted after giving her the keys to his apartment. It was meant to be used during emergencies, not for her getting all cozy here and thinking this was her place.
He was walking out of the bedroom, fully dressed and ready for the day, when he heard a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen. He stepped closer to the kitchen and as it came into view, he saw Y/n cooking with her back facing him.
He thought he was being quiet, but apparently not because Y/n turned around and greeted him with a beaming smile.
"Morning! I'm making you some omelette and there's coffee on the table." She pointed at the mug on the table with smoke still puffing out of it. "Exactly two teaspoons as you like it." Then she continued cooking as if nothing had happened.
He was speechless as he looked at the mess in his kitchen. Egg shells on the floor, ketchup smeared all over the kitchen counter, and some puddles on the floor could be seen. It was as if a tornado just came.
“What is all this?” he asked when he finally found his voice.
Y/n carefully plated the omelette before proudly putting the plate beside the coffee. “This is what I call breakfast. Bet you usually only drink coffee in the morning.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Look at the kitchen, Y/n! Who’s gonna clean up after this?”
Y/n took a look around the kitchen with a readable and all too familiar facial expression.
“I know what you’re gonna say,” Namjoon said as he took a seat. “And to that, I say, I don’t want to clean up your mess. You clean it up.”
She lifted her hands in surrender. “Fine, geez. A thank you would be nice.”
“You not making a mess would be appreciated.”
“Touché."
Usually when he had coffee in the morning, he felt that adrenaline rush. The kind that made you feel giddy, restless, and even made you tremble. This time, thanks to Y/n's cooking, he didn’t feel any of those. He was tempted to tell Y/n about this, but in the end, he just kept it to himself. He didn’t want to fuel her ego. It wasn’t a very good idea to do that so early into this “Journey to Find Namjoon’s Soulmate” or whatever Y/n had called it last night.
Even if he told him all those things, chances were she wasn’t going to listen to him as she was busy admiring her work on his hair. The bunny headband finally put on properly and held his hair away from his face.
“Have you ever put on a face mask before?” Y/n handed him a face mask.
“Umm, no.”
“Let me put it on you.” She smiled as she took back the face mask from his hand.
Within seconds, her trained hands successfully put the face mask on his face. And not long after, her face was also wearing one.
“We’re matching!” Y/n grinned at him. “Let’s take a selfie,” she said as she pulled out her phone.
He wasn’t big on selfies, he didn’t even remember the last time he took one. But seeing the huge smile on his best friend’s face was enough for him to reluctantly agree.
He forced a smile at the camera. He realized it looked awkward as Y/n shoved their photo in front of his face to show him the result. It looked even more ridiculous with the bunny headband on top of his head. However, the girl looked like she didn’t mind as she kept babbling on about how this was their first selfie in years and she wanted to upload it so bad.
“-will ask me about you. And what’s going to happen to me when you date one of them?”
A silence followed her ramblings until he realized she just asked him a question.
He cleared his throat. “First of all, just because I’m dating, doesn’t mean you can’t still be my best friend. Second of all, isn’t the purpose of this… adventure is to find my soulmate?”
Y/n eyes widened in realization. “You’re right! I’m gonna post it then.” As she was about to hit the post button on her phone, she looked at him. “Wait. What should I caption it?”
20 minutes later, when the once cold mask was no longer cold and it started to dry a bit, Y/n carefully peeled the mask from both their faces.
“What do you feel?” Y/n asked expectantly.
Namjoon didn’t even know how to answer that. Truth to be told, these skin care products never really made an impactful difference on his skin, hence the reason he didn’t have a skin care routine. The most he ever did was just wash his face with a face wash and even that was a leftover he found in his sister’s old room a few weeks after she left for uni. A side note, don’t even ask him why he was in her room, he wouldn’t answer it truthfully. His parents would probably say that he missed her, but he knew it wasn’t true… right?
The lack of response from him was enough for Y/n to catch on what he was feeling.
“You don’t feel anything, huh?”
“Wetness on my face.” His answer sounded more like a question.
“You’re unbelievable. Well, since today is just the first day, I’ll let it go. But, the correct answer to that is refreshed, Joon,” Y/n explained in exasperation as she scratched her head.
“What does that have to do with finding my soulmate?”
“You might find out your soulmate faster if you’re not stressed,” Y/n said as a matter-of-factly.
He sighed. “You know what, I don’t even bother to argue with you.”
“Cause you know I’m right.”
That night when he was about to fall asleep, when he was only half-aware of his surroundings, the memory of today’s activity played in his mind. The messy kitchen as his best friend attempted to make him breakfast. Her proud smile as she served his food. The focused look on her face when he was putting on her headband and the face mask on him. And lastly, the tired smile she offered him as she said goodbye when the day ended after they binge watched on Netflix. For the first time in years, he fell asleep with a smile plastered on his face.
The next morning on Sunday, he woke up much earlier than usual. He even woke up feeling energized. He could even feel anticipation bubbling inside of him. The last time he felt like this was when he was around 9 and his parents gave him tickets to Disneyland as a birthday gift. Simply put, he felt like a kid again, waiting for great things that were about to happen today.
As he smiled at the memories of his childhood, he couldn’t help but realize that maybe Y/n was right all along. She always nagged on him because all he did was to mope around on his old couch and get drunk when things got too hard.
“Live in the moment, dude,” she had said multiple times. “You worry too much like an old man who fears the end of the world.”
What a great metaphor, Y/n.
Just like the day before, Y/n entered his apartment without notice. But this time, instead of being in the shower, he was already dressed and waiting for her. He could feel his heart beat get faster when he heard the door being opened.
Y/n widened her eyes in surprise before she smirked. “I like the energy. Let’s just go, then!”
For the second activity in The Journey to Find Namjoon’s Soulmate, Y/n took him to an…
“Animal shelter?” Namjoon asked in disbelief.
Y/n nodded. “I want to see cute animals.”
“We can just go to the zoo.”
“It’s expensive. And they don't really care about animals."
Ever since the start of their friendship, he could never win against her wittiness. So this wasn’t really a rare occurrence where she said an argument so wrong yet so right.
“But a zoo is intended for exactly that purpose. Rather than you playing with those sheltered animals but not adopting one of them in the end,” Namjoon explained.
“Oh, shush. Stop being a party-” Y/n’s eyes suddenly caught a puppy running towards her. “Oh my God, come here, baby!” she yelled as she scooped the puppy up in her arms.
For a few minutes, it was just Y/n cooing at the puppy and he was just eyeing her in amusement. He knew that she would go mushy and all excited around animals, so he couldn’t really blame her for seemingly forgetting about him. Plus, he didn’t want to miss out on seeing Y/n using baby voices to talk to the animals.
His amusement was interrupted when Y/n abruptly shoved the puppy towards him.
“Wha-? I don’t-”
“Just take it. We’re here for you, not me.”
Namjoon sighed in defeat as he accepted the puppy into his arms. Its tail wagging so fast, going for miles per second, to the point he could feel its body shaking from the impact. Its big eyes looking up at Namjoon in… adoration? Maybe going to the shelter might be one of his favorite activities from now on.
They only went home after an entire day spent at the shelter. Namjoon was tired, he almost couldn’t keep his eyes open, but Y/n was probably more tired than him cause she kept running around to chase every puppy and kitten she saw.
He tried to stop her, knowing she would get tired, but she said, “Each one of them deserve love, okay,” before running around yet again.
Now as they sat in the bus on their way home, he saw out of the corner of his eyes Y/n’s head bobbing down every once in a while, following the motion of the bus. He snorted while he tried to hold his laugh. What he had thought would happen, really happened.
Feeling bad because he knew that would feel uncomfortable, he lightly directed Y/n’s head to rest on his shoulder. Instinctively, Y/n snuggled further into his shoulder to make herself more comfortable and when she was finally satisfied, she sighed.
This awfully looked like he was going to have a guest tonight.
The third day was on a Monday. He knew he was weird, Y/n had told him repeatedly, but he really liked Mondays. For him, it was finally the day in which he could do something about his problems at work that he just left off on Friday.
“I swear, you’re literally the personification of weird,” Y/n had commented one day.
To be honest, he didn’t really care if he was really what she had said. Can’t someone like something without being judged?
Right after they both woke up and had breakfast, Y/n went back to her apartment to get ready for the day.
Before leaving, she instructed him to find light clothes as they were going to spend time outdoors for the day. Exactly like what she said, he chose to wear an old t-shirt he had owned since he was in college and khaki shorts he found at the pit of his wardrobe.
“I hope they have mint choco flavor!” Y/n jumped up and down in excitement as they got closer to the ice cream parlor.
“Ew, why do you even like to eat cold toothpaste?” Namjoon asked rhetorically.
Y/n gasped. “What is this mint choco slander? You, mister, have never tasted life until you eat mint choco ice cream.”
“No, thanks. I bet I’d taste death eating those.”
Flabbergasted, Y/n stopped in her tracks and glared at him. “You-”
He quickly cut her off, “Let’s not continue the argument before there’s a bloodbath.”
Y/n chuckled proudly. “Because you know it’d be your blood that’ll be spilled.”
“Um, no,” he interjected. “I think you mistake your blood with mine.”
“Really? You wanna fight?” Y/n took a fighting stance in front of him in which Namjoon just grabbed her elbow and pulled her to walk again.
"Stop that! The kids will think you're one of them," he mumbled.
They were at a busy park surrounding a lake. Kids were running all around the place. Some parents tried to chase them but some went as far as scolding them. A small portion of parents even just let their kids disappear into the crowd of people. He doubted those parents even care about their kids.
He never knew such a place like this existed. During the three days he spent on this journey, he had learned and knew more things than all of his life experiences combined. Maybe he’d have to thank Y/n after they reached the end of this journey.
“I start to think this journey is just your excuse to have a holiday.”
“No way. This is totally 100% for you. Speaking of that, do you already have an idea who your soulmate might be?”
Namjoon shook his head as he opened the door to the ice parlor and gestured to her to enter first. “Just get your damn ice cream.”
There was a long line of people waiting to order, but soon enough, it was their turn.
Even before the cashier could greet them, Y/n already blurted out a question. “Do you have mint choco flavour?”
“We’re unfortunately ran out of it. Maybe you want to try mocha instead?”
Y/n pouted in disappointment as she was trying to find the next best flavor in the menu.
Though mint choco ice cream was his mortal enemy, he couldn’t help but to feel a pang of sadness upon seeing his best friend’s reaction. There was nothing worse than having your first choice unavailable.
“You know what? I changed my mind, bubblegum is now my favorite,” Y/n commented as they walked out of the parlor. A cup of bubblegum flavored ice cream in Y/n’s hand and the vanilla one in Namjoon’s. “Goodbye, mint choco.”
“See? You’re finally agreeing with me.”
“Yeah, but for different reasons. I still think it tastes good, but bubblegum is better. It’s a good thing they ran out of mint choco.”
“Your taste in ice cream is weird.”
“Why would they make these flavors then if not for me to enjoy?” she argued as she put more ice cream into her mouth. She closed her eyes and hummed in content. “I haven’t had ice cream in weeks. I miss how cold it feels.”
“I think you’re exaggerating.” There was no way, in his opinion, not even in alternate universes where she could stand not eating ice cream for weeks. She had a sweet tooth and couldn’t stand not eating ice cream in weeks, at least that was what he knew since the start of their friendship.
“Nope. These past few weeks, my boss has been giving me double the amount of work. I have to work overtime and by the time I’m off work, all ice cream places have closed. So I’m gonna savour all of this as much as I can. God knows when I can get ice cream again.”
Shortly after she said that, a kid, approximately around 9 years old, bumped into Namjoon and accidentally made him drop his ice cream. The kid, unaware of what just happened, just mindlessly bowing and saying sorry before running again to chase his friends.
“Oh no!” Y/n squatted down near the sorry sight of his ice cream.
Before he even registered what was happening, she handed him her ice cream. “Hold it for me.”
Instinctively, he held her ice cream. “Y/n, there’s no need for that. We can find the cleaning service and ask them to clean it.”
He didn’t know whether she was purposely ignoring him or she was so focused to the point she didn’t hear him. All he knew was the fact that she kept on cleaning up as best as she could. And that there was nothing he could do to stop her.
A few minutes later, Y/n jumped up from her squatting position. “All done!” She tossed the now dirty tissue in a trash can nearby.
She thanked Namjoon and took her ice cream back from him. But instead of eating it herself, she scooped some with the spoon and directed it in front of his face.
He must have looked bewildered because Y/n smiled and spoke, “We must share since you lost yours.”
He could swear when she said that, he felt warmth all around his body, originating from his chest. She just said she missed ice cream, yet when he lost his, she didn’t hesitate to share it.
“No, but thanks.”
Y/n frowned and softly touched the tip of the spoon to his lips. Reluctantly, he let her spoon-feed him.
“You said you want to savour it?” he asked after he swallowed.
Her answer, however, was something he never expected coming out from her mouth.
“What’s sweeter than eating ice cream is sharing it with your best friend.”
He swore he almost broke into tears at her words.
He knew how much she loved sweet foods. She even frequently ran to him crying when her brother ate all of her chocolate when they were kids. She broke many friendships because they didn’t want to accept her overpriced candies as presents. Heck, even a moment ago they were arguing about ice cream flavors!
This was a new side of Y/n that he just saw. A side she never showed him before, her best friend slash her only friend. He felt like he was learning more about Y/n than he was about his future soulmate.
So that was how their third day ended. Namjoon and her sitting on a bench facing the lake as they take turns to take a bite of her ice cream.
On Tuesday, the fourth day, Y/n had the genius idea of going on a road trip. It was a huge problem, because one: he couldn’t drive, and two: he wasn’t about to let Y/n drive for hours on end.
“This doesn’t sound like a very good idea,” Namjoon said for the millionth time that morning as Y/n stuffed their luggages into the tiny trunk in her tiny car. “Plus, I don’t think your car can withstand long hours on the road.”
"Shush." She forcefully closed the trunk. "You can't drive, therefore you don't deserve to have an opinion."
The car in question was a 2010 car that originally was owned by Y/n’s dad and given to her when she got a driver’s license. Please note that Y/n had told him long ago that she actually didn’t drive that much and probably wouldn’t need a car since she enjoyed taking the bus to work. Nevertheless, she refused to sell the car when she was in need of money after moving out of her parents’ house. She had said, and Namjoon still remembered it clearly, that, “I want to keep this bad boy until he’s an antique, then I want to sell him to the highest bidder, so I can be rich."
‘Okay’, Namjon had thought, ‘but antique cars are usually just sitting in the garage, not being overworked like Y/n’s.’ However, he never said anything, so Y/n automatically had thought she won again against him.
Minutes later, they were already on the road, going nowhere in particular. Namjoon was still steadfast in his stance. This wasn’t going to end well.
But what if he could persuade her to turn the car around by another means? He wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, so he tried again.
"Won't you be tired? Sleepy?" asked him.
"I'm not weak, Namjoon. Contrary to what you see me as, I'm as strong as you are, if not stronger."
"I lift three times a week." His words sounded more like a question.
"I walk up the stairs to the fifth floor multiple times a day."
Okay, this wasn't where the conversation was supposed to flow, but he wasn't going to back down.
"It's not my fault your apartment is crappy," he clapped back. “They can’t even fix their damn lift.”
"They will get it fixed soon, don't worry."
"That's what they said months ago!"
"Then what do you want me to do?" she challenged him.
"Find a new apartment!"
"They're all expensive. Plus, I’ve lived there since college, I’m kinda attached to it."
"You're a hopeless cause," he mumbled quietly, she probably didn't hear him.
After a few seconds of silence, Namjoon tried again, this time using another different approach.
"What if something terrible happens?"
"No, it won't. Relax. Chill. You're worrying too much. Why don't you just take a nap?"
"You're too chill, Y/n. We go out to nowhere without booking-"
"It's okay, really."
“How?” he asked, exasperated of how calm she was when they were about to go somewhere empty handed and with no planning whatsoever.
“How? Umm, I was on a road trip once.”
He wasn’t convinced. “When? You never tell me anything about it.”
“I don’t need to tell you everything I do! It was when I was 12. My dad and uncle took me along with them to go around the country.”
“12 years old, Y/n! You were 12. Now you’re in your 20s.” Namjoon wasn’t amused at all at this point. “Turn the car around now!”
“What? No!” Y/n exclaimed. “This is an important part of the journey. Being at a place you’re familiar with won’t help you dig deeper into yourself. You’d just be too preoccupied with your problems.” Then Y/n finished her speech off with a quiet mumble, “You’ll never find anything new by being in your comfort zone.”
Namjoon hated once again at how right her words were. He really wanted to argue with her, but she was right. Being on his couch all day, doing the same things everyday, wouldn’t change anything in his life.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Fine, okay, you win. Happy?”
Out of the corner of his eyes, Y/n grinned. “Very.”
That night they arrived at a small motel that probably only had like 10 rooms at most. It had a homey feeling, but the stench coming from the lobby, though. It was unbearable for him.
As they dragged their suitcases while they were trying to find their room amidst the numberless doors, Namjoon asked Y/n, “Why are we in this crappy motel again?”
To answer that, Y/n shrugged. “Don’t know. I just saw the signs and went straight in.”
“Didn’t you smell something at the receptionist?”
They finally arrived in front of their room. They didn’t actually know it was their room, but based on the instructions that the creepy receptionist just gave them, there was a high chance this was it.
Y/n answered as she opened the door. “Yeah. The receptionist actually whispered to me that they just finished eradicating rats. He said there was an infestation in the lobby.”
He couldn’t help but to grimace while following her into the room. She had been told about all of that and she still decided to rent a room. He would never understand her way of thinking even after years of friendship.
As if she could read his mind, she spoke, “Don’t worry. All the rats were successfully killed and all of them were in the lobby. We’re safe.”
“How do you know?”
“I asked him. I’m not stupid, Joon.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Geez, chill. I just asked you a question.”
And that was how their fourth day concluded.
For the first time since the start of the journey, Namjoon finally initiated an activity on the fifth day.
He managed to browse on his phone for things they could do, eat breakfast with whatever food they had, and even pack lunch for the both of them before Y/n even woke up.
When she woke up, he hesitantly asked her to go hiking. Throughout the journey this far, he only followed wherever she wanted to go, so he didn’t really expect the reaction that he got from her after proposing his idea.
She widened her eyes as she digested his words and her breakfast. “Hiking? Where?”
“Behind this motel, there’s a small hill. What do you think?”
Y/n nodded a little too enthusiastically. “Let’s go. Spending a day with nature doesn’t hurt.”
Oh, how wrong she was.
The idea was for them to hike together, maybe even side by side, as they enjoyed the view. But instead, Namjoon left her a solid 50 meters.
Perhaps it was because he was taller, therefore he had longer legs and strides, or because he was excited, so he walked faster, or even both. No one really knew for sure, not even him.
“Joon!” she called once again in the span of less than 5 minutes. “Don’t walk too fast!”
Namjoon sighed as he stopped in his tracks, waiting for her to catch up with him. She was lucky she was his only best friend or he would’ve strangled her by now because of her naggings.
Quite a surprise to himself, when she finally caught up with him, he squatted down and ordered her to ride on his back. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him, but he just went with it. Maybe his unconscious thought that she would quit complaining if she was on his back. There was only one way to find out.
“Why? I can walk on my own.” She wiped the sweat on her forehead with a tissue.
He scoffed. “You look like you’re about to pass out any second. Just shut up and let me carry you.”
He didn’t know what he had expected from giving someone a piggyback ride and that someone to be Y/n, but he was sure a strangling grip around his neck wasn’t part of the deal.
“Can you-” Gasp. “-not strangle me?”
Y/n immediately let go of him. The warmth of her embrace suddenly disappeared. “Oops. Sorry.”
Once they arrived at the top, Y/n jumped off his back. “Woah, this is so cool.” She pointed at the motel that now looked small. “That’s our motel!” she exclaimed.
They found a large flat rock that they both could sit on and ate lunch together.
As she munched on her food, she asked, “Have you figured out who your soulmate is?”
“Not yet. I start to think this doesn’t work.”
“Good things take time, my dude.”
Oh, how he really wished it was true.
“Hey,” Y/n’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Do you know that I always wanted to tick off ‘hiking’ from my wishlist?”
“The wishlist you had since you’re 10?”
She nodded. “After more than a decade, I finally finished everything on my wishlist.” She suddenly broke into a fit of giggles. “I’m gonna make a new one once we’re home.”
“What’s going to be in it?” he asked curiously.
Y/n took a moment to think before answering, “Maybe… to find my soulmate.” It came out more like a question rather than an answer.
She abruptly chuckled. “Wouldn’t it be crazy if in the end we figure out our soulmates in this journey?”
A lightning fast thought struck him but disappeared just as fast as it came. Throughout the rest of the day, he was trying to recall that thought to no avail.
The next day, on Thursday, they were going home. They couldn’t handle another hour, no scratch that, they couldn’t even handle another minute at the motel. Opposite to what Y/n had initially thought, the stench of rat carcass reached far beyond the lobby to their room.
A series of “see I told you so”s later, Namjoon finally broke her.
“Yes, Namjoon. Thanks for telling me that. I know you’re right and I’m wrong. Now please put on a song, I want to sing.”
Another thing Y/n was bad at, according to him, was singing. He knew she liked to sing, she’d told him about it, but he never understood how she managed to be so confident yet so bad at it. If he were told to rank between her ability to sing and choose a good motel, he’d probably have put singing as the first place based on how bad she was at it. Call him a bad friend, but he was just being honest.
However, he still played a song just to satisfy her. An easy song that no one can screw up, but he knew she would still screw up anyways. After all, enduring her cracked singing voice was the least he could do after being driven from and to a crappy motel.
And then she sang. And sang. And sang. One song turned to three turned to five then ten and fifteen. Before she went for the sixteenth song, Namjoon stopped her.
“Aren’t you thirsty from singing?” Nice catch! The question was just an attempt to make her stop a while so he could regain his hearing.
“Don’t even have to ask.”
As she gulped down water from her flask, Namjoon eyed her warily. He prayed, and he was an atheist, that she would forget about singing.
He didn’t know which God had answered his prayers, but when Y/n put down her flask, she already babbled about something else other than singing. Looked like the world, and God, were on his side today.
She was talking about the random bird that was flying straight to her car, almost hitting the car. Also about a dog that stuck out its head from the car beside them. And about how expensive the motel was for being smelly and dirty.
Lastly, “Do you think I cut out to be a singer?”
Yeah, maybe he was pushing his luck.
Day seven fell on a Friday. They spent the day walking hand in hand leisurely on the beach. Beside him, Y/n was talking about what color she should dye her hair next.
“I think I should go with green. What do you think?” Y/n nudged his side with her elbow and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Your boss won't let you dye your hair crazy colors,” he said. “Please don’t do anything that can get you fired.”
Y/n pouted at his answer. But soon her frown vanished as her eyes fell upon a bikini in a display of a store.
Namjoon exhaled. He knew exactly what was going to happen.
True enough, Y/n pulled on his hand that was still clasped in hers towards the store and only stopped after they were in front of the display.
“What a cute bikini!” she cooed before running inside the store, leaving a bewildered Namjoon outside.
Right when he entered the store, he heard a squeal that could only belong to one person.
He turned to the source of the sound and saw Y/n laughing with a store clerk. A male and handsome store clerk.
He wasn't the type of person who gets jealous easily or possessive, but he never saw Y/n with a man other than himself. So he couldn't really help it when he felt jealousy seeped through his gritted teeth. But he soon had forgotten about it when Y/n looked up at him and grinned.
Y/n approached him while holding a bikini set.
“This is their latest design. I’m gonna try it. Wait for me!” Then she disappeared to the fitting room before he could remind her that she didn’t wear bikinis.
Throughout the time he had known her, not even once she ever said anything about bikinis, let alone wearing one and he had known her since they were in diapers. What made her suddenly want to have a bikini?
Minutes later, after a series of clanking noises and a few curses, Y/n came out of the fitting room and he couldn’t believe what he saw. Surely the fitting room was a magic box or something, because there was no way his childhood best friend, his innocent Y/n, came out looking like a model out of a magazine. Well, maybe more like a model before they got heavily photoshopped since he still could see some tiny spots, cellulite, and scars on her skin. And maybe a plus size model because her hips would be considered wide compared to those models. But he didn’t mind them, they made her look more… natural, more human.
While he was busy admiring her, a cough suddenly woke him from his daze. He turned to see the store clerk from earlier, now standing beside him.
“You look very beautiful,” he commented, not minding the killing glare coming from Namjoon.
Y/n, without heeding the store clerk’s compliment, asked, “Joon, do you think this is okay?”
Namjoon was tempted to say, “Just okay? You look like a greek goddess who just blessed me with her presence.” But he was too paralyzed to say anything.
“I think you look great,” the store clerk spoke up again. For a split second right after he said that, he looked at Y/n’s thighs before looking at her eyes again.
It happened so fast, Namjoon thought he was just imagining it. But when Y/n’s facial expression turned sour and she quickly went back to the fitting room, he was wondering whether she saw that too.
His suspicion was confirmed right after they left the store.
“I can’t believe it!” she said while stomping beside him. “He looked at my thighs, Joon! Did you see it, too?”
He just hummed.
Y/n huffed. “I’m going to file a complaint to their manager.”
“You won’t do that,” he replied knowingly.
“I’m gonna make it viral, then. Let the whole world see how horrible he is.”
Namjoon really wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. “How? You don’t have footage of him doing it.”
“Damn, you’re right,” she mumbled. “Maybe I’m just not meant to have a bikini.”
A lot of thoughts ran through his mind. He wanted to let her know how pretty she looked in that bikini. How captivating the curves in her body were. But in the end, he only suppressed all of that. In his justification, he wanted a more appropriate timing. He didn’t want to say all that to her when she was mad or she’d think he said that to make her feel better. He wanted not just to comfort her, but to actually make her realize how beautiful she was.
On Saturday, his second favorite day after Monday, Y/n arrived a bit later at his apartment compared the days before. But when she saw him ready for the day, she said, “I’m giving you a chance to wake up late, but whatever.”
As per usual, Y/n didn’t tell him where they were going, and he was surprised when they arrived in front of a large building with a sign that read “library”.
Looking at Namjoon’s puzzled face, Y/n probably could read what was in his mind. “You still have no idea who your soulmate is, right? I just think that maybe it’s because we’ve focused so much on doing physical activities instead of, like, feeding the mind.”
“Huh?”
“Maybe we can do a little bit of reading. Because, you know, reading is like eating but for the mind. Or whatever that quote is supposed to go,” she elaborated.
“I read in my free time.”
“Have you read anything during this entire journey?” she raised an eyebrow.
He rolled his eyes. “That’s because of your brilliant idea of having a journey. Had you let me sit down on my couch, I would’ve read the entire biography of the founding fathers by now.”
“Gosh, you’re so boring. No wonder you haven’t found your soulmate. And for the record, you learned a lot of things from this journey. Things that might help you find your soulmate. You know what, let’s just go.” With that, Y/n pulled on his hand and stepped into the library.
Namjoon was in the middle of reading a philosophy book when Y/n suddenly spoke to him.
“I can’t focus, Joon,” she whined. “I have too many things on my mind.”
Those words were the most terrifying words he had ever heard, especially if they came out of Y/n’s mouth. Every time he heard those words, he felt like he wasn’t being attentive enough towards his friends to the point he didn’t know that something was disturbing their peace. And that feeling was heightened when Y/n was the one in trouble. He knew her for the longest time, shouldn’t he be more caring towards her?
He breath hitched, anticipating what Y/n had to say. “Why?”
She took a deep inhale before exhaling slowly. “I know this stupid because it hasn’t ended yet, but I already miss this journey.”
Obviously he didn’t want to admit it in front of her, she would get a crazy idea otherwise, but he, too, could feel a pang in his chest that felt awfully familiar. It was the same feeling he got when he moved out of his parents’ house and when he was reminiscing the time he spent with his late dog. Also when he graduated from high school and had to leave his high school friends to pursue higher education. He wasn’t a stranger to this feeling. In fact, he knew it too well.
Y/n was right, though. It was indeed stupid to feel this way because they still had one more day together.
So he responded with, “We’re still in this journey. And even after this journey ends, we can still go on adventures together,” as a weak attempt to console her and also himself.
“It’s not the adventures that I miss. It’s the time we spend together. We’ve never spent this much time together.”
Of course he knew that. He knew he was going to miss the time they spent together, but his own pride made him unable to act vulnerable in front of her. Especially in the time when she needed him the most.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, each deep within their own thoughts. That was when a crazy idea suddenly came to him. He usually wasn’t the one coming with crazy ideas, it was kinda Y/n’s thing and she probably would have copyrighted it if it was possible. But he wasn’t just going to be quiet at a time in crises like this.
“We can arrange some small one-day adventures every month. How does that sound?”
Y/n smiled although it didn’t reach her eyes. “Sounds great. Just promise me you won’t rain check on me.”
It worked! He successfully made her smile again. As he cheered inside his mind, he assured her, “I won’t. I’ll write it on my calendar.”
Namjoon dreaded the last day of The Journey to Find Namjoon’s Soulmate more than when he was called for a job interview by a big company. He even had clammy hands and was sweating bullets. His hand trembled as he waited for Y/n to announce what they were going to do on this last day.
“Holiday has to be concluded with a lazy day. So I call for breakfast in bed,” Y/n explained as she once again wrecked his kitchen.
“I’m not in my bed, though.”
“Your bed is not locked for the rest of the day once you’re out of it,” Y/n said in a matter-of-factly.
“But please don’t ruin my kitchen.”
Y/n briefly stopped cooking as she looked around the kitchen. Then she shrugged. “Well, it’s too late. You should’ve said that earlier.”
He originally had thought that Y/n would make food for him, give it to him, clean the kitchen, then left. But he was surprised when Y/n came back to his bedroom while holding a plate of her own after delivering his.
“Move,” she commanded before shimmying beside him on the bed. She grabbed the remote on the nightstand and turned on the TV.
“Now, we relax. Because we’ll be stressed out of our minds tomorrow.” She leaned back and started eating her bacon.
So that was pretty much how their ninth day went. But that wasn’t all.
Long after they had finished their food, they still watched the TV. Messy kitchen and other duties were long forgotten.
As time passed by, Namjoon found himself cuddling Y/n while she rested her head on his buff chest. And not long after, they both fell asleep in that position with the TV still playing in the background.
But all of that couldn’t last long as tomorrow they had to go to work. So after waking up from their nap, they cleaned the kitchen and Y/n went home before it got too dark.
Instantly after Y/n closed the door behind her, Namjoon felt empty. It wasn’t just his apartment that felt empty, but also his mind and soul. He was already used to her constant nagging, her constant company, and her voice. He wanted to run to her and tell her to extend their journey, but obviously, that was impossible. They had responsibilities, especially since they just neglected them for a week.
On Monday, the day that used to be his favorite but now he loathed it, he came home to a voice message from the person he’d been waiting for.
“Hey. Sorry I didn’t talk to you yesterday whether you’ve found your soulmate or not. I was anxious about work so I forgot. Umm… As soon as you receive this message, please call or text me, okay? I wanna hear what you thought.”
He couldn’t help but also notice something in her voice. Fatigue? Or was it sadness? He swore he could hear it and wasn’t just imagining it.
Wanting to check up on her, he automatically called her. First ring. Second ring. Third ring. He waited and waited, but it only went to her voicemail.
Not giving up so early to talk to his best friend, he rang her again. And waited. And waited. And kept waiting. But just like the first time, she didn’t pick up her phone.
In the end, he settled with sending her a text.
He didn’t know why he was suddenly nervous as he typed the message.
It said, “I still don’t have an idea who that might be. Maybe the journey didn’t work. But, hey, are you sad? Or maybe sick?”
He only got the reply the next day at lunch. He kinda hoped to read long messages about how he shouldn’t be so pessimistic and that he surely would find his soulmate, just like how Y/n usually talked. But instead, she just replied with, “What a bummer.”
He only sighed in disappointment.
The next few days were grim and hard for him. His boss gave him so much work despite having to catch up on his other work. Every time he rode the bus from and to work, he remembered Y/n’s slouched position beside him as they came home from the animal shelter. He could almost feel her head on his shoulder again.
Every time he played a song, he got reminded of the time when he had to endure Y/n’s off-key singing. A memory played in his mind every time he passed an ice cream parlor. Heck, he even missed the feeling of anticipation that he felt every time he woke up in the morning.
What was worst of all though was the fact that they didn’t talk at all after her last text. Not even the occasional text messages or sending each other memes just like what they used to do before the journey started.
He knew it was because they both had a lot of catch up to do after neglecting work for a week, but he really wished that they could spare a bit of time to talk together.
Oh, how silly he was when he dismissed her for missing their time together back at the library. What made him feel even more silly was him being a coward and not admitting back then that he was, too, going to miss spending time together.
One particular night, he had trouble sleeping worse than any other night he had been missing Y/n. He kept turning around, hoping to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but to no avail. In the end, he gave up and settled to reminiscing their time together.
As he delved into his memories, every single activity they did, every word she said, and every place they went to, his half-awake mind came upon a realization.
He missed her enthusiasm that could lift his bad mood instantly. He missed her pushiness that made him do things he didn’t want to do, only to show him that she knew what he would like. He also missed her short legs and her whines when he walked too fast. He missed her love for animals, her love for mint choco ice cream, her laugh, smile, kindness, and voice.
He missed her beauty, her body, and her sense of style. He even missed her unruly hair. He missed receiving her love and attention. He missed loving her and having her in his arms. He missed loving her. She was the soulmate he had been looking for. She was his soulmate. His. Soulmate.
At the crack of dawn, a few hours after Namjoon could finally fall asleep, he woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. He had an important thing to tell Y/n. And he had to do it now before she went to work and he lost another chance to meet her.
He checked the clock, it read 5 a.m. He quickly got up from his bed, took a shower, and grabbed a protein bar before leaving.
In the bus on his way to her apartment, he kept tapping his foot impatiently as he chewed on his protein bar. At times like this, he really wished he could drive. But for now he had to settle with the bus.
He jumped out of the bus as soon as it stopped at the bus stop closest to her apartment.
He checked the time again, 5:43 a.m. He still had a few minutes before she woke up.
He arrived in front of her apartment after five minutes of walking. He knocked on the door rapidly to the point he was sure he accidentally woke up the neighbors. However, it was the last thing on his mind.
A minute later, a sleepy Y/n with a bed head opened the door.
“Namjoon, wha-”
He instantly pushed her in and closed the door behind them both.
“Hear me out,” he demanded.
Y/n nodded while yawning.
“Let me help you cross out one activity from your wishlist.”
“Why are we talking about that at this time?”
“Because it’s important."
“I don’t see it."
He started to lose his patience. “It is! There’s one activity that’s really important right? Like, more important than the others.”
She furrowed her eyebrows. “Which one? I haven’t written a lot in the list, actually.”
“What are they?"
“To eat a banana-”
For a second, Namjoon was speechless. “What? Banana? Why?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just miss eating bananas.”
“Okay… What’s next?”
She took a moment to think, then answered, “Ah! I want to buy a new phone. Haven’t changed mine in years.”
He sighed. “Next?”
“Be a babysitter for a day.”
That wasn’t an answer he was looking for. “It’s a job for teenagers.”
“That’s why I only want to do it for a day.”
“Then?”
“Learn skateboarding. A skatepark just opened around here.”
“Anything else?”
She pouted. “You don’t want to help me cross any of those?”
“Not that. But, you said a few days ago on our journey that there was something you wanted to put on your wishlist.”
She tilted her head in confusion. “Really? I don’t remember. What was it?”
He really wanted to strangle someone at this point. Why was she so dense? “You really don’t remember?”
“I don’t think I do. Sorry. What was it, though?”
“You wanted to find your soulmate.”
It took her a second to digest his words, but when she finally did, her eyes widened. “Oh, right. Does that mean you want to help me find my soulmate? Go on another journey? You know, you don’t have to use that as an excuse to-”
“Shut up, Y/n. Stop talking so much.”
Y/n frowned. “Sorry.”
He huffed. “I never knew doing this was going to be this hard.” He looked deep into her eyes. “I don’t want to go on another journey to find anyone’s soulmate. And especially not after I realized last night that we have found our soulmates.”
Before he could say anything else, she cut him off. “Really? Who is yours? What about mine? Do I know-”
“Yes! We know them.” He finally decided to just cut the chase and came out clean. “You’re my soulmate, Y/n. And I’m yours. I was so busy chasing love during our journey to the point I never thought about the possibility of you being my soulmate.” With a softer tone, he concluded, “The fortune teller was right. I knew who my soulmate is and where to find them, but I was too stupid to realize that.”
Y/n was stunned for a while before slowly blinking. Once. Twice. “Wow. That’s crazy.” Then she grinned. “You finally admit that you’re stupid!”
“Y/n, that’s not the point!” he groaned.
“Yes, yes, I know.” She laughed. It sounded like bells in his ears. “I’m just messing with you. So, what should we do now?”
“Y/n.” He turned serious if he wasn’t being serious before. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
For a few seconds, Y/n stared at his eyes expectantly, as if she was waiting for something.
“Y/n?”
“What?”
“What do you say?”
“Of course yes, you dummy. I thought it was obvious.”
“Seriously now?” He rolled his eyes.
“Wait. Is this the part where we should kiss?” she asked in wonder.
He was really holding himself hard not to roll his eyes yet again. “Duh, Y/n.”
“But I haven’t brushed my teeth!” Then she disappeared into her bathroom, leaving a bewildered Namjoon in the living room.
As he stared at her bathroom door, he whispered to himself, “What did I just sign up for?”
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angelikook · 1 year
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Pas de Deux
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Pairing(s): Dance teacher!Hoseok x reader
Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff
Word Count: 6.7k
Warning(s): Profanity
Summary: Your dance teacher, Hoseok, might teach you a bit more than just dancing.
A/n Moral of the story, never seek validation from anyone. You can do whatever you want as long as you're happy and you're not doing anything wrong.
There will be a mention about Blue Side and its meanings. Check this link for the complete analysis (it's in Indonesian). Shout out to the writer for the in-depth analysis.
There were days when you wished you were more flexible. Or athletic. Or both.
Like today for instance.
Your weekly Friday-night private dance class didn’t look too good as usual. First of all, you had a literal dance God stood in front of you as your dance teacher. In front of him, you looked like a baby giraffe learning how to stand on four wobbly legs.
During the past few months you’ve been his student, through ups and downs that had more downs, his smile never faltered, his energy never died out, and his patience never ran out.
Every time you fell on your bruising butt, he only held out his hand to you and put on that million-dollar smile of his. Sometimes- Scratch that- Most of the times, you felt bad when you fell for the nth time in the span of an hour. Other times, you felt bad after your first fall. You definitely didn’t want him to think you were unworthy of his time and attention. That was the worst way a person can embarrass themself.
Your teacher, who went with the name Hoseok, and stage name j-hope, once again danced real slow in hope you could follow him. You both moved at a snail’s pace, but of course, your lack of athleticism wouldn’t let you go for 10 minutes without falling.
Out of nowhere, one of your feet caught up in the other one and made you stumble. And with that, your body unceremoniously collapsed. It was like any other times you had fallen, but unlike those times, you heard a loud crack coming from your foot.
“Oh, shit! Are you alright?” Hoseok stopped instantly and squatted beside you. “Of course you’re not fine. Why did I even ask that?” He mumbled more to himself.
“Which foot was fractured? Can you try moving them?”
You, ever so carefully, tried to move each of your feet. Weirdly enough, you were pretty sure your left one was the one fractured, but you felt a sharp pain when you moved your right one.
You voiced your thoughts, “Umm… I’m not sure which one is fractured. I think it’s the left one, but the right one is more painful.”
Hoseok sighed. “We need to go to the hospital. Here, let me carry you.”
“Wait, I-”
Like you weighed nothing, he heaved you and carried you bridal style. Instinctively, you circled your arms around his neck, his very sweaty and veiny neck. But during this critical moment, a sweaty neck wasn’t on the top of your priorities.
“I don’t think this is necessary,” you said even though the pain on your feet had subsided a bit from being lifted off the ground.
“Absolutely.” He grabbed your bag and turned off the lights. “It would be better if we can use the stretcher, but since I’m alone, we have to settle with this. Sorry if this is uncomfortable.” He walked out of the studio and locked it before walking off to the parking lot.
You estimated that the entire walk from the studio to the parking lot must’ve taken around 10 minutes. At this point, you were 100% sure you felt like a dead weight for him. Yet, he still kept walking while holding you as if it was nothing. It was either you overestimated your weight, or he was stronger than you thought. Your bet was on the second one.
During the ride to the hospital, you racked your brain for a way to say thank you while actually sounding like you were grateful instead of just for formality. But after minutes had passed, you came up with nothing so you just settled with the old “thank you so much”. You just prayed he could see your sincerity through you.
“Don’t mention it. This is what I always do every time someone is injured.”
True to his words, when he entered the emergency room with you in his arms, a nurse yelled his name and directed you two to an empty bed.
“What happened?” the nurse asked as Hoseok carefully lowered you on the bed.
In an instant, the comforting heat radiating off of him disappeared. In exchange for his warmth, you felt the cold mattress and the typical freezing hospital room.
“The usual. But she said that both her feet hurt.” He gestured to you.
“I’m going to call a doctor, okay?” Without waiting for an answer from you, the nurse left.
Once the doctor came, you explained in detail what happened with Hoseok butting in sometimes to add completely unnecessary details. He said things like, “we were almost done with the class”, or, “we were alone there.” Lucky for him, your pain stopped you from wanting to strangle him.
You talked more about possible treatments, how long it would take, and most importantly, how much it would cost. In the end, it was decided that you needed an x-ray.
“You can leave now if you want. I’ll be alright,” you told him right after the doctor told you to wait for the x-ray. The guilt of making him do all of these was starting to eat you inside out.
You had felt guilty from falling multiple times, and now you fell to the point you broke your ankle. If it was possible, you felt ten thousand times more guilty. And the fact that he wasn’t even complaining at least once made you feel like a disappointment.
Maybe it was better if the earth swallowed you whole right now.
He shook his head as he sat on the chair beside the bed. “No way. How will you get home?”
Crap, he was right. There was no way you could walk by yourself after all this. Or call a taxi. Just imagining you had to wear a cast and a crutch already made you shudder. This was going to be a long month, or months, for you.
“You must feel tired now. You’ve been here for-” You glanced at the clock behind his head. “-around an hour now.”
“Do you have a friend you can call over?”
The question hit you more than it should’ve. Your friends, the same people who indirectly forced you to try dancing, all lived across the city. You knew there was no way they would be willing to spend their Friday night at the hospital with you. In your mind, you could already imagine them going out on a fancy dinner, cuddling with their partner, or watching a movie.
Your lack of response was an answer in itself.
“It’s okay. I don’t have anything to do anyways.”
“You don’t have any more students? Tonight? Tomorrow?”
He shook his head. “You’re my last student for the week.” He stopped for a while before continuing, “And my most interesting one.”
You cocked your head to the side. “Interesting? How?”
“You made me think of… things, basically, clearly.”
“Like what?”
He took a deep breath before answering, “I’ve been the best dancer, performer, whatever you wanna call it. And after I started teaching too, I became the best dance teacher in the city. Like, you must’ve already known that from the tariffs of my classes.”
You nodded.
“But since you came to my class a few months ago, things have changed. I just lost… my confidence in my teaching. Maybe my methods are wrong or I need a different approach or maybe-” His words caught in his throat. “-I don’t cut it to be a teacher.”
Your eyes widened at his words. He had mistaken your inability to do athletic stuff for his bad teaching.
“I think you got it all wrong,” you said urgently.
You didn’t want him to think he was a bad teacher. He was, in fact, far from that. So far, you’ve never met a teacher even half as nice as him or half as understanding as him.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “How?”
You hesitated for a moment. Were you really going to out yourself? Your heart screamed, “yes!” at that.
“Well, you see, I’m not the best at, you know, physical stuff. I was actually setting myself up for failure by trying out dancing.” You saw him frowning even further. You let out a nervous giggle. This was a bad idea, but you were already in too deep anyways. “I know this is confusing. My friends have told me that a lot of times.”
A few seconds of silence passed. Hoseok just stared at you, probably trying to figure you out, who knew. You were just weird like that.
Finally he broke the silence. “Can you drive?”
The question caught you off guard. “What?”
“Driving?”
“Of course I can.” You looked down on your injured feet. “Well, not for a while, I guess.”
“And I take it you never accidentally kill someone, right? Or else you wouldn’t be here, you’d be in jail.”
This time, you were the one frowning. Where was this conversation heading? Nonetheless, you nodded your head, answering his question silently.
He, for the first time after you broke your ankle, broke into a grin. “Then you’ll be fine. And I don’t think you set yourself up for failure.” He pouted. “Don’t ever say that again.”
You smiled back at him. “Okay.”
A few moments later, you were called to do an x-ray.
Wordlessly, Hoseok hoisted you up and put you on a wheelchair he found nearby. With that, he pushed you towards the x-ray room. You weren't going to lie for the fact that it kinda felt nice to be pushed by a handsome guy. On the other side, it only made you feel even more guilty.
Once you arrived in front of said room, a nurse took you in and told Hoseok to wait outside.
With your clumsiness, this obviously wasn’t your first time getting x-rayed. So you didn’t really feel nervous, not at all. Plus, you were significantly older than the last time you got x-rayed. There was nothing to be scared of, right?
Who were you kidding? Of course you’d be scared. Your heart thumped loudly against your chest, you wondered if the nurse could hear it. Probably she could, but even if she could, she didn’t say anything.
Okay, then. Maybe you should focus on something else. What about something to tell Hoseok about his fear? You didn’t do a great job of comforting him. Instead, he was the one comforting you. The hell was that about, Y/n?
Without you even realizing, since you were so focused on Hoseok’s fear, the x-ray was over and you were pushed out of the room. Phew… Wasn’t that easy? But you still haven’t thought of something to tell Hoseok, though. Nevermind, you’d probably be better off improvising.
Hoseok sat on the long bench in front of the x-ray room with a small plastic bag in his hand. You were sure he didn’t have that before. Beside him, sat the nurse who accepted you into the emergency room who now was talking animatedly to him.
For the first time since you entered the hospital, you got the chance to take a good look at the nurse.
Her outfit hugged her curves perfectly, no weird bumps or creases. It was as if the fit was tailored just for her. Her hair was up and away from her face in a tight and neat bun. Her makeup faded here and there from the long hours of working, no surprise there. And her glasses only complemented her whole look, making her look beautiful yet strong at the same time.
Looking at her made you wonder about how you looked in comparison.
You were still in your work out clothes that you designated for dancing. They were saggy in weird places as a sign of old age and definitely had been left forgotten in your wardrobe for a long time because you didn’t work out. The leather in your shoes also flaked in some places, indicating that you needed to buy a new pair. You knew not to buy them, though, remembering you weren’t athletic.
As you looked down on your clothes, you realized there was a giant blob of sauce stain just in between your boobs. Where- What? How did you get that? And why hadn’t you realized it until now?
You abruptly stopped yourself from self pity as the nurse pushed you closer to them. If you didn't have beauty or grace or sexiness, at least you had confidence.
The nurse Hoseok was talking to was the first to notice your arrival.
She stood up and asked you, “Are you alright? Do you need a painkiller?”
She was nice, too. No wonder Hoseok would be interested in her.
For a second you imagined what it felt like for someone to be interested in you. You haven’t felt that in a long time. Not that you missed the feeling, you were content with being single and had no intention to date anyone. At least not while your ankles still hurt.
You shook your head. “It’s not that painful.” You turned to the nurse who pushed your wheelchair. “When will the result come out?”
“In a few minutes. For now, you can wait here or in the emergency room.”
You looked at Hoseok, expecting him to answer for you.
He immediately took the cue. “We’ll wait here. Thank you.”
“Alright. I’ll direct you to the doctor’s office once the results are out.”
You mumbled a “thank you” before the nurse left.
The other nurse, who talked to Hoseok earlier, though, didn’t leave as much as you wanted her to. Instead, she sat back beside him and continued the conversation like nothing happened. Like you weren’t even there.
“When I get off my shift later, do you want to grab supper?” she asked while batting her thick lashes. Were nurses allowed to wear fake lashes, you wondered.
Just like the Hoseok you knew, he turned down the offer politely. “Sorry, I don’t really eat supper.”
She pouted in an attempt to look cute. But honestly, with the makeup and sexy clothes, her cuteness was uncalled for.
Gosh you wished you were as sexy or pretty as her, surely you could get any man you want. Nope, you were still happy with being single.
“What about tomorrow? I get bored on Saturdays.”
“I-” His eyes flicked around the room. “I need to check my schedule first.”
Her face lit up. “Text me, okay?” And just like how she didn’t wait for your answer earlier, she left without waiting for his.
You grimaced at their awkward conversation. “She seems… nice.” It came out more like a question.
He exhaled long and hard as if he held his breath the entire time. “And too much.”
“What-?” you sputtered. “She was blatantly asking you out.”
“Yeah, I know that. That’s why she’s too much.”
A question crossed your mind. “Have you known each other for a long time?”
“Not really. But since the number of my students blew up, injuries became more common, so...”
“Oh.” You nodded understandingly.
You suddenly remembered that you had to comfort him.
“You’re actually a great teacher, you know. At least that’s the review from Google. You have 4.8 stars! That’s awesome.” At this point you just blurted out anything nice to him. “My favorite restaurant only has 3.6 stars.” And by anything, you meant everything.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Thanks?"
“No problem.”
“What about you, though? What do you think of my teaching skills?”
Once again, his questions caught you off guard.
It was still fresh in your mind about the day you signed up for a class with him. How he answered all your questions with his smile never leaving his face. The day of your first class with him, he explained the basics with so much patience. He never said no whenever you asked him to show the moves again and again and again. And today, he took you to the hospital and even waited with you through all the procedures.
He was an extraordinary teacher. And person.
But there was no way you could say all that. It would only embarrass you more.
“I think you’re… nice.”
He furrowed his eyebrows deeper at your words. He surely would get wrinkles early if he kept frowning like that. And that would be so bad for his handsome face.
Okay, maybe it was better if you said all that in the first place.
“I mean,” you spoke up again, trying to redeem yourself. “You’re the best teacher I’ve ever met. You’re nice, understanding, and patient. Something I rarely see in other teachers.” And handsome, you wanted to add, but it was a story for another day.
He finally no longer furrowed his eyebrows.
“May I ask you a question?” he asked quietly.
Another question from him wouldn't hurt, right? “Sure.”
“Why did you decide to try dancing if you knew you weren’t good with ‘physical stuff’?” He did the airquote thing. “Sorry if it’s too personal.”
“No, it’s alright.” You chuckled. “Remember the friends that kept telling me I’m clumsy?”
He nodded.
“Well, they were kinda the reason.”
“Okay…”
You took a deep inhale. “We’ve been friends since the third grade of primary school. We’re basically inseparable. But as close as we are, we have different lives.”
“I understand.”
“One is an athlete. She’s a swimmer and takes part in a lot of national championships. The second one is not as athletic, but she does golf in her free time. She’s extremely good, though. The last one is a pole dancer and she really takes pride in it. So far, I’m the only one who doesn’t really do physical things. In fact, I’m not into physical activities at all.”
“That’s alright. Everyone is different. What do you do?”
“I loved studying.”
“Loved?”
You took multiple deep breaths to prepare yourself to come with the truth. “They always make fun of me for liking reading over physical activities. Until one point I can’t even look at books anymore.” You bit your bottom lip. “They even made a different pact and left me out.”
Books were an important part of your life. And reading was the only time when you could let yourself go from the harshness of the world. The time when you could forget your problems, or even who you were, for a little while. Knowing your friends didn’t like that made you question yourself.
“I think studying is important.” He commented. “If no one is studying, no one will get to be anything.”
“I know that. And I wanted to learn how to be more physically active. That’s why I took this dancing class.” Then you added, ”It’s actually my last resort. I’ve tried and failed other activities.”
“I don’t think you should listen to them. Even your oldest friends can’t be right all the time.” He smiled reassuringly. “Thanks for sharing your problem with me. I’m gonna show you just how amazing non-physical activities can be.”
He looked down on his lap and immediately handed you the plastic bag he'd been holding. "The nurse gave it to me, but you can have it instead."
You accepted the bag and peered inside. There was a loaf of bread, still looking fresh and warm.
After that, everything just flew by. Maybe because you were tired and the day was almost over, or maybe because you had Hoseok beside you, who made waiting felt fun. Or maybe both, who knew.
Soon the results came out and the nurse took you to the doctor’s office with Hoseok following in tow. The doctor explained everything and helped you, along with Hoseok, to get used to walking with crutches. You were also given some pills to ease the pain. And after all that, off you go.
You were back in Hoseok’s car, heading home. Somehow, the smell of his obnoxious orange car freshener smelt comforting compared to the hospital’s disinfectant.
“You really shouldn’t have waited for me.” You glanced at the time on your phone. It was almost midnight. “It’s really late now. I’ll have to give you a big tip later.”
He laughed. It sounded like heaven in your ears. “There’s no need for that. I’m just concerned with your health. Plus, I do this to all of my students. Think of it like part of my service.”
You giggled. “Alright, if you say so.”
He snorted. “One time, a student was even left all day in the hospital by their parents so I had to wait overnight until they came.”
“That’s horrible. Don’t they care about their kid?”
"They do. But they care more about their alcohol."
"I take it they were drunk while their kid was injured?"
"Apparently their stress response is getting drunk."
"Oh my…"
"When I say you're not even half bad as my other students, you have to believe it."
Proving to you one more time about how much of a gentleman he was, once you arrived at your apartment building, he parked his car and helped you out of the car. He guided you all the way to your apartment, making sure you weren't hurt on the way. Maybe you really should find a man like him. Or maybe… him himself?
Nah, you weren’t looking for a partner, remember?
He helped you settle down and was about to leave when he stopped in the middle of the doorway.
He turned around. “Wait. Do you live here alone?”
“Why?”
Instead of answering your question, he blurted another question. “Does your family live nearby?”
“They live outside of the city. Why?”
He looked like he was deep in thought before shaking his head. “Nothing. I’ll just come back tomorrow to help you since you’re alone.”
You weren’t one to stop a handsome guy from helping you, but you already owed so many favours for him.
“You have a date with the nurse, remember?”
He scoffed. “I told her I need to check my schedule. Looks like it’ll be full.”
Okay…
A question suddenly came out of your mouth, "Why do you keep helping me? I have no use for you. I can't attend your classes anymore."
It was true. You wouldn’t be able to do any physical activities, including dancing, for a few months. Not to mention your lack of athletic abilities that would demotivate you from trying to dance again even after you recovered.
At first, he looked startled. His eyes widened and mouth agape. But then he quickly regained his composure before answering, "Is it wrong if I think of us as… friends? Are we not friends after all of this?" He gestured to your leg.
You gestured to your surroundings. "But friends don't do this. My friends don’t do this.”
"Don’t base your understanding on them. They're not good friends, Y/n. I'm sorry.”
“But-” You really wanted to counter his argument, defend your oldest friends. But you knew deep down that he was right and there was nothing you could do.
“Let me be a good friend for you, okay?" he said as he linked his pinky to yours. Marking his promise and the start of your friendship.
He wasn’t one to break promises and you knew it firsthand. Had you known him before, you would’ve tossed your friends long ago.
Over the course of a week, he’d shown you care more than what you’ve gotten from your friends your entire friendship.
He cooked you breakfast, because he said that you had to stop eating junk food if you wanted to recover fast.
“Athletic or not, health is very important,” he said.
“Yes.”
“That means you need to eat healthy, Y/n.” He rolled his eyes. “And don’t even try to give me the puppy eyes, it won’t work on me.”
He force fed you your meds when you intentionally forgot about them.
“I put your meds directly beside your glass and you still managed to forget?” he yelled. “Drink it, or I’ll leave this instant.”
At his threat, you immediately took them. You enjoyed his company and weren’t ready to have him leaving you.
Because he noticed how sullen you looked when you realized you couldn’t go out, he tried to cheer you up by dancing crazily to a song playing on the TV. He waved his arms randomly and went around you while yelling incomprehensibly.
“Can you feel the energy, Y/n?” he asked in between his yells.
“No. Stop before the neighbors complain! You’re too loud!” You cupped both ears with your hands.
“Tell me you feel the energy then I’ll stop.”
You chuckled. “Fine. Yes, I feel the energy. Now, stop!”
He abruptly stopped and threw himself beside you on the couch.
“Ew, you’re sweaty. Get off of my couch!”
Among everything that Hoseok had to help you with, adulting was the hardest. In particular, the working part of adulting. Obviously, you needed to take a leave for a month and in order to do that, you first had to go through your boss’ wrath. Fortunately, a certain man with the stage name j-hope was ready to help you.
“It’s gonna be easy. I mean, how scary can bosses be.” He dismissed your worries with a wave of his hand.
“Very scary, I warn you.”
Contrary to his belief, after the phone call with your boss ended, Hoseok was scarred for life. Bosses were indeed scary, especially your boss.
With wide eyes, he whispered, “Never ask me to call your boss again. He’s literally a devil in disguise.”
“But did I get permission to take a leave?”
“Oh, shit! I forgot about that.”
“Hoseok!”
When he had a class to teach, you tried to fill the void by texting your older friends. But as expected, they instead made you even worse.
One said, "Hope you get well soon. We'll come back once we're not too busy."
What about the two others? Well, they only read and liked your messages.
That was alright, right? They all had their own lives and were probably busy. It wasn’t like your injury was a big deal anyways… right? There was no need for them to be worried about you or shower you with attention or visit you. Yeah, that was absolutely normal… not.
There was no need for moping around, though. The next day, your old friends and your knight in hypebeast clothes came over. Yes, said knight was Hoseok. Yes, they came at the same time. It was okay to have a handsome man and your way-past-hormonal-stage friends to be in the same place at the same time. Or at least that was what you initially thought.
"Y/n," one of your friends said with a frown on her face. "What happened? We were so worried."
You almost wanted to roll your eyes. They didn't seem that worried when you texted them yesterday.
“And who’s this?” another friend asked while staring at Hoseok. And it wasn’t a nice stare either, more like a judging stare.
You scowled, but still tried to keep some decency. “This is my friend slash dance teacher, Hoseok. Hoseok, these are my friends that I told you about.”
The last one of your friends was the first to shake his hand. “Wow. Is that so? I hope you only hear nice things.”
At that, both you and Hoseok faked a laugh. Your friends didn’t seem to realize though.
“Yeah, nice things indeed,” you commented once your laugh died down.
You were in the middle of talking and catching up with your friends while Hoseok interjected here and there when you needed to go to the restroom. Both to relieve yourself and to hide from the awkwardness for a while. It always felt weird to merge two friend groups.
“Guys, Imma go pee for a bit, okay?”
Hoseok instinctively stood up to help you, but you gestured to him to sit back down. “I got this, don’t worry.” You gave him a small smile and went to the bathroom.
Sure it did take longer for you to just pee compared to when you weren’t injured, but it still didn’t take too long in your opinion. The cast made everything more complicated, but not particularly harder. However, when you were flushing down the toilet, you heard some talking noises, way louder than usual. It sounded more like angry yellings. And as you were washing your hands, you heard a slam of a door. What was happening?
Couldn’t stand to not know what just happened any longer, you quickly finished your business and went out, only to find your once full-of-guests living room now bare with just Hoseok in it. All the while, Hoseok was cleaning up the coffee table while humming a tune.
“Where-?"
You didn’t even get to finish your question when he answered, “Your friends left.“
“So soon?”
He shrugged as he tossed away the cloth he used to clean. “They probably have things to do.”
“And they didn’t even say goodbye to me.” You sighed and plopped yourself on the couch. “I only heard loud noises and a door closing. They didn’t say anything to you?”
“Nope. But, I told them to get their life together before criticising people.”
Your eyes widened in surprise. Never in your friendship with your friends had you ever told them off like that. Sure they weren’t that nice, but you didn’t feel it was right to do that. Yeah, you were pretty much a coward. You scared your friends would leave you.
But to have Hoseok said that? Sure it was nice for your friends to know they were jerks, but you were surely going to lose your friends now.
You huffed and your shoulders sagged.
“What did they even do?” you asked as you watched him taking a seat beside you.
“You’ll find out. It’s better if you know it first from them.”
His answer only made you more curious and mull over what could have happened. What did they do that made a nice person like Hoseok say such a thing? Why did they leave abruptly? Would they end your friendship because of that? Would they ever explain to you what happened? So many questions were running through your head, but you couldn’t even guess the answer for any of them.
Hoseok knew how much you were distraught by what happened, so he, being the sunshine that he was, took you to watch him teaching dance to little kids.
“I’d be the oldest student there,” you whined.
“You come not as a student.” He laughed. “You come as my friend.”
“They’d be embarrassed if I watch along.”
“No way. They’re cool with it.” Then he added, “And cute.”
He wasn’t one to lie. The kids were indeed adorable. And their parents were also nice. While you were talking to the parents, the kids occasionally went to you to show you or ask you something. Mostly to ask you what happened to your foot. But one asked you a question that made your cheek heat up for the rest of the class.
“Are you Uncle Hobi’s girlfriend?”
“Oh- Umm…” you stuttered. “I-”
The parent quickly cut it before you could answer. “Don’t ask a question like that!”
“But I’m curious since he said he likes someone.”
You wondered who he liked, but you knew better than to gossip about romance with a kid. So in the end, you refrained yourself from asking.
Once the class finished, Hoseok came up to you with a proud grin and a sweaty body.
“How was it?”
“You were right. They were cute. But one little birdie told me something.” You smirk.
“Oh, no. I don’t want to see that face.”
“C’mon. Just answer me. Who are you crushing on, Hobi?”
He groaned. “You knew about my crush and the nickname. I shouldn’t have brought you here. This was a bad idea.”
“I think it’s fun,” you teased. “Now, entertain me.”
He sighed. “It’s a girl I know from one of my classes.”
“Not the nurse, huh?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Never the nurse. Did that answer your question?”
“Not really. But I’ll take it for now since you’re stinky. Go take a shower!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed.
His Friday schedule, that used to be filled with a class with you, was now empty. He was a high-demand teacher, his empty classes were almost instantly filled, but no one really wanted to have a class on a Friday evening. That was reserved for laying in bed and nothing else.
So, instead of letting you mope around during the time which you should have been having a class, Hoseok took you to his secret space on the other side of the dance studio. Secret space because no one in the world knew what was inside aside from him and one curious student that accidentally found it.
Hope World was the name. Such a fitting name for a place with a warm atmosphere, two huge speakers, several smaller speakers, and two giant monitors. There were also a lot of hypebeast plushies and decorations. On the couch, on the table, even on the floor, covering most of the surface in the room.
You took a seat on the couch while feeling its soft surface beneath your hand. “What is this place?”
“This is where I make music. I’m a dance teacher by day and a music producer by night.” He grinned.
“Why did you decide to show me this? This seems… personal.”
“Because I want you to know that there’s nothing wrong with doing the things you like.” He turned on the computer and played a song.
“The song is called Blue Side. For a long time, I have had problems finishing this song. But then I found the final piece.”
“What was it?”
“I needed to let go of my past happiness for a greater happiness,” he answered without hesitation, as if he already rehearsed that. “That’s kinda the gist of the song, too. And I think you need that advice right now.”
He was right. Sacrificing your past happiness that was your old friends would probably change your life drastically. You needn't seek their validation in anything you do. Only you mattered because you were the one living your life. Question was, were you ready to let them go?
You looked at him in his eyes. A small smile played on your lips. “Thank you.”
He smiled back before going back to his computer to change the song.
“Okay enough of depressing shit. Let’s dance!” He carefully took your hands in his and pulled you up on your feet.
“I can’t dance,” you whined. “With or without the cast.”
“We’re not doing that kind of dance, you doofus. We’re just swaying along to the song.” He wrapped an arm around your waist so you could follow his sways easier. On instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He swayed ever so slightly, following along the rhythm of the song. The melody filled around the room, into your ears, and out of it again. Hoseok’s strong hands held you, making sure you were steady and wouldn’t topple over. The smell of the room that was so Hoseok, you were pretty sure he used his own perfume to freshen his room. Yet, among all of these foreign things, you felt just right. You felt home.
Once you got the hang of it, you laughed. “This is the easiest dance move you’ve ever taught me.”
“Glad you think this is the easiest because I don’t know any other easier moves.”
“Well, I’m sorry for being unathletic,” you defended yourself. “I didn’t ask to be born like this.”
“What? Born naturally gorgeous?” Soon after those words left his mouth, he looked anywhere else but you, totally pretending like nothing happened.
With cheeks burning, you complained, “You can’t say that and pretend nothing happened.”
He looked back at you and laughed. “Why? Are you shy?”
You punched his chest in a joking manner.
It was when the song stopped when you realized how close you were to Hoseok. You could even smell his cologne, see his tiny freckles scattered on his face, and feel his breath that smelled like mint, a sure sign he ate too many mints. If he was handsome from a distance, he was mesmerizing up close.
Your eyes found his and you saw how captivating his eyes were. Pools of warm brown eyes, deep enough to drown and hypnotize you. And when he smiled, they turned into crescents with wrinkles at the side. Simply put, he had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen.
Your mind snapped back into reality and you immediately let go of him in a panic. Just as you let him go, he also let you go on instinct, making you unable to keep your balance and struggle to find your footing.
“Oh, shit!” He steadied you again with his hands on your waist. “Are you alright?”
Your eyes widened at the event that just unfolded. “Yeah. Thanks for saving my life again.”
“Just so you know, I don’t mind saving you repeatedly if that’s what I need to do to keep you alright.”
It was safe to say that his words echoed in your mind for the rest of the day.
The next day, your questions from the previous days were answered.
“We’re very sorry about what we did,” one of your friends said as soon as they entered your apartment.
“Is this about when you guys left a few days ago?”
“Yes. But we have a reason for that,” another friend answered.
“And the reason being?” You raised an eyebrow, anticipating what was coming next.
You were no longer sure if you wanted to hear it.
“We-”
“We talked shit about you to Hoseok,” the last one interjected. Always to the point, that one.
“We’re very sorry. I know it was wrong and stupid of us to do that. We get it if you don’t want to befriend us anymore,” the first one spoke up again.
Sure you felt sad, but a part of you knew that this had been happening long before. It was more like you waited for them to finally come clean and confess to them, so you weren’t surprised at all. And with them coming clean, you were relieved. You could finally let them go in peace. Just like what Hoseok had said.
You nodded your head slowly. You didn’t have the strength to even look at them in their eyes. “Thanks for being honest with me and for being my best friends all this time. But everything has an end and I think this is ours.”
“I assume they have apologized?” Hoseok asked after looking at your bright smile. The smile of a person who could finally let go of their burdens.
It was Sunday, the day after your friends confessed, and you were stuck in the library with him. While you wanted to listen more to his songs, he wanted to take you to the library. It took a bit of bickering, but he won in the end since you both had never been to a library together before.
“Yes. Thanks for defending me. You didn’t need to do that.” You reached for a book that was too high.
Hoseok came behind you and grabbed the book before handing it to you. “Hadn’t I done that, they’d still walk all over you.”
Oh how true his words were, but you weren’t going to admit that.
“Whatever. I’m still grateful, though.”
“You’re very welcome.”
You sat at a corner and he followed suit, sitting right beside you.
“And what did you say to them?” he asked.
You shrugged. “I don’t remember, but what’s important is that I cut ties with them. I did exactly what you had taught me.”
“I know you’re a good student. Always diligent and curious. And a fast learner, too.”
“Aren’t you proud of me?” You grinned at him.
“I’m always proud of you, ever since the first day you joined my class.”
Sure, there were days in which you wished you were more athletic, but if it weren’t for your lack of athleticism, you wouldn’t have been this close with Hoseok. Or ending your toxic friendship. So you gotta give the credits where it was due.
“Last lesson, enjoy the things you love to do unapologetically.”
“One question, what was your past happiness?”
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