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Your First Time

A/N: This is just for fun, and I got bored. I hope it’s not too bad! Orignally this was OT5, but Jae’s got long sooo. More to come!  Warning: This scenario contains sexual themes! Please read with caution! Some Smut? 

Jae:

-This would be an unplanned occurrence. -You both had been boyfriend and girlfriend for around a month or two.  - Neither of you really brought up having sex, nor felt like mentioning it.  - One night, that changed.  - It was like any other night.  - If you could, you would always go over to Jae’s apartment after work.  - You know...to unwind  - This night was a bit different.  - Most nights you were cheerful, but this night you were just miserable.  - A client called you a bitch...it was a whole thing.  - SO!  - You expected a quiet night with Jae since he didn’t work that day.  - You were far from wrong.  - Rather than you, Jae was in a playful mood.  - Which was not what you needed.  - When you walked in, immediately he began pestering you and teasing you.  -Any chance he got he would pull you by the waist and place his chin on your head, calling you “short.”  - HE WAS EXTREMELY CLINGY WITH YOU!  - Which was shocking.  - He held onto you tightly making fun of your height and poking at your stomach, until... - “Jae, Jesus! Let me breathe!”  -This was shocking to Jae, so he let go. You’ve never really gotten mad at him.  - You made your way to his bed, flopping down face first into a pillow.  -Huffing and puffing.  -Jae made his way over to, laying down next to you.  - You lifted your head, “sorry, I’m just aggravated.”  - “It’s okay.” He laughed, placing a hand on your back pulling you closer to his chest.  - “You’re cute when you’re mad,” he mumbled, closing his eyes slightly as he cuddled you.  - You took this moment to wiggle up towards him, but that’s when you felt it.  - “Oh...” His boner was poking you through your sweatpants. (EW MEntAl CrinGe)  - “I told you, you’re cute when your mad.”  - From there, the vibe in the room became more serious.  -Jae leaned down, grabbing your chin to tilt your head up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.  - Somehow he got on top of you, managing to take your shirt off in the process.  -Jae left kisses down your neck... -Down your torso... -Down to your breasts... -All the whimpers you made, made him tease you more. Making both of you aroused.  -He came back up, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth.  -You took the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled off his sweatshirt in a swift motion.  - Jae opened your mouth, slipping his tongue into your heated make out session.  -Thats when Jae slowly slid his hand down to take down your pants, then sliding a hand down your panties to your wet heat.  - You gasped into his mouth, but let him continued as he played delved into your folds.  -He was making you feel so good.  -You moved your hands down to bulge through his pants, palming it.  - He stopped kissing you, groaning as you palmed him. Taking off his pants and boxers for easy access.   - Jae stopped to look at you, you doing the same. He smiled gently at you.  -You only had one thing to say as he slipped a finger into your entrance.  - “Do you have any condoms,” you said breathlessly.  - He chuckled, reaching over to his night stand. Coming back only to hold one in your face.  -Needless to say the whole night didn’t go as you expected, a little bit better than what you expected.  - The whole night was filled with passion between the both of you.  - You couldn’t imagine anyone else to be with. 

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There Was Something Odd (Chap 0)

A/N: Not Really sure what this, but I’m just writing for fun. This is just a sample. Have fun reading! Honestly, if there was an opening song/theme song for this idea it would be Tear Drop by SF9. Parings: A surprise. All I can say is Kang Younghyun, Park Jaehyung, and Y/N.

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, depression, violence, demons, demonic summonings, and suicidal thoughts.  This story contains mature themes, also fantasy scenarios. Please read with caution! 

There was something odd with Jae, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Jae from class 2, the kid who was always wearing big, rounded glasses with long sweatshirts. Sitting in the back with his friend Younghyun sneezing ever three minutes from his terrible allergies. Mainly he only hung out with one person, that was Younghyun. Both of them aren’t popular, mainly they sit on the sidelines watching drama in the school unfold. They remained social to each other, always seen laughing about a new song or video game, never letting people get in the way of the friendship they had. 

That was the typical Jae that you were semi acquainted with. 

Maybe you didn’t know him enough, nor payed enough attention to him before. Still, there was just something different about him. To be honest the change was hard to miss...very hard to miss. 

All of this started a week ago. 

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Curious

Would anyone read an Vampire!BTS x reader fanfic? Just curious because I have one already made, but I’m not sure if I should post it lol! 

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jin #bts jimin #bts rm #BTS suga #BTS jungkook #bts v #bts jhope #bts army

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Not Fine (SungjinxReader)

Paring: Mafia!Sungjin x Reader

A/N: This is all just for fun, I do not own any of the gifs I use, and please enjoy! This kinda sucks, but like honestly I wanted to get something out. 

Warning: Mafia type scenarios, gore, minor language, and yandere themes. 

All of this started three years ago when you met him. Park Sungjin, the man of your dreams and nightmares, but you didn't know that last part yet. Everything about him was like a fantasy, something out of a drama or storybook You'd met Sungjin at a club in the city, your friend had dragged you down with her, although you wanted nothing to but to stay home and eat shit loads of ice cream. Honestly, you hated clubs. You weren't a fan of the strobe lights, loud music, or even busty crowds. Your friend did what you predicted she would do, she found a hot guy and stayed with him the whole night. 

Rerendering you completely alone to drink at the bar. 

That's when Sungjin had made his way over to you. He offered to buy you a drink, and typically you would say no, but something was different about Sungjin than the typical guy who just wanted to get in your pants. No, he was different. Instantly, he pulled you into his charm with his visuals alone. Sungjin is a very good-looking guy, you had to give him that. Then, he pulled you in with how much of a gentleman he is, talking you up the whole night making sure you weren't lonely. After all, that's why he was intrigued by you because you were alone. 

Long story short, you ended up going home with him that night. Hooking up with the guy you just meant, another reason why you liked him, he knew how to treat you in bed. Usually, one-night stands don't go anywhere else, but what you did with Sungjin was not a one-night stand. God, even being him with one night was enough to get hooked on him, he was like a drug you couldn't quit. For the next three years, you'd be with him, both of you began dating. 

Another attractive trait about Sungjin was that he had money, but he never told you his job. At first, it didn't bug you, maybe he just forgot to mention it. Then, it got weird. Sungjin, throughout your relationship, was always protective of you. After four months of dating each other, he convinced you to move into his well-kempt house. You obliged, of course, you lived in a studio apartment since that's all your waiting job could afford. Well, anyway, his house was big not a mansion big but big enough to have at least five bedrooms. In the beginning of living there, you loved every minute of it. You would go to bed each night with the man you loved laying next to you, in the morning you would relax, eat, watch tv, or go on your phone to play games or text your friend. Eventually, you'd go to work at the hellhole you called a diner. 

Sungjin was good to you, every morning he'd make you this nice breakfast, talk you up, make sure you had everything you wanted. Nice clothes, a new phone, etc. He spoiled you, but with a rule. You couldn't leave the house or talk to anyone. You realized it slowly, Sungjin would always find an excuse to make sure you stayed in the house, one time your tires were popped forcing you to stay in. Then, suddenly, the cell line went out and so did the internet at his house. He'd said he would get a guy to come out and fix it, but a year went by after that empty promise. Somehow, just somehow, he convinced you to leave your job because he could provide for you. 

That's when you began to question Sungjin, you loved this man you didn't want to believe he was crazy in keeping you. But facts are facts, he was possessive and unnecessarily scared of you getting hurt. One day, you got so fed up with this bullshit, you wanted to go see your friends, even go to your job which seemed like a paradise to the hell you lived in. You asked him the question you needed answered the most, just what was Sungjin's job? 

The answer you got, after years of dating him, made your heart drop. Mafia, he told you he was a mafia boss for Day6, the most feared, ruthless, violent mafia in the whole world. It explained so much though, his money, the reason he was scared to let you go was that he was afraid you would get hurt by his enemies or the fact he made you drop everything for him. 

Three years later, while he was out on a business trip, you planned your great escape. A small, duffle bag housed your belongings. You didn't want to take everything you had because you didn't want to be reminded of the man you were running away from. You loved Sungjin, but his job and his obsessiveness made you want to leave him, you were depressed. Following the big reveal that he's in the mafia, he officially assigned his men to watch you when he couldn't. Twenty-four-seven they watched you, and if you tried to leave the house they would call Sungjin. Then you really got an earful. 

Perfectly, you studied each of the men who patrolled the house, studying their patterns of movement, and different shifts they had. You knew the perfect time to run away was 10:24 p.m because the men guarding the back door into the woods were eating dinner. 

Carefully, you made your escape, executing your plan flawlessly. That was two months ago that you successfully escaped from your boyfriend's hands. You ran away to a remote town, a place where you were sure Sungjin would never find you. You even got a remote job, this time not as a waitress, but as a secretary for a company. The job was easy mainly you answered phones and booked meetings, occasionally checking people in. Overall it was an easy job, you even had a nice two-bedroom apartment shared with your friend, Irene. Ignoring her for three years made her confused and hateful of you, but after you told her the whole story she gladly wanted to help you escape from Sungjin. You were so lucky for her. 

Life was going good for you, so you thought, Sungjin was out of your life and was now just an echo in your heart. 

Doing your normal routine, you found yourself at work again, this time late at night working overtime. Normally, no one called past seven, but your boss had informed you that a new client would be calling later on in the night. You were forced to stay, but honestly, you didn't mind all you needed was to help plan a meeting, and then you could go home and sleep. 

The building was almost empty when the client called, the ringtone so loud in the silence that it made you jump. Finally, though, they called! 

"Hello, thank you for calling the PurpleHeart Foundation, how may I help you," you spoke, a line for line in what you were taught to say.

Silence, pure silence is all you heard on the other line, so you spoke up again. 

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" 

"Y/N...," a broken voice spoke up, taking you back at the sudden change on the other line.  "Dear god! Y/N! Help me!" 

You recognized that voice anywhere, "Irene? Is that you?" 

"Y/N, Y/N," she chanted, her voice in a sob. She sounded like she was in pain, struggling to get words out. "Call the police-Call someone, just don't come home-FUCK!" 

Your heart dropped, nausea bubbling in your stomach as you heard a loud crash from the other line followed by her high-pitched 

screams. 

"Irene," you urgently began, keeping the phone up to your ear but packing your work bag in the process. "What's going on?" 

You were thinking the worst, that someone broke into your house or a basic crime was, unfortunately, happening to the both of you. Life 

just wasn't that simple for you. 

"Y/N," another voice, a man's voice, called your name calmly. 

You froze on the spot, that voice, you knew that voice all too well. That voice that used to comfort you, make you happy, whisper into 

your ear seductively, and make you miserable.  

You gulped audibly, terror flowing through you. You were in shock, he found you, he actually found you, after you were so careful! 

"Sungjin." 

"If you want your friend to live, I suggest you come here right now."

"Sungjin, if you hurt her," you panicky tried to get through to him. "I swear to god-" 

Then the line went dead. 

"Son of a bitch," you spoke out loud. 

Slamming the office phone down, you slung your bag over your shoulder, running out the door and hastily to your apartment complex that wasn't too far away. Hopefully, he wouldn't do 

anything to Irene as long as you hurried up. 

Jogging up the stairs to your specific apartment, the door was slightly ajar. This was the moment, after two months and no warning of leaving him, you were going to see Sungjin yet again. Carefully, you opened the door instantly your focus went to Irene who sat right in front of the door, purposely for you to see. 

"Irene," you yelled, falling to her aid completely disregarding your bag in the process. "Oh my god, I'm sorry," you cried out. She was bloody from the wound on her head, legs and arms tied up too, she looked barely conscious not responding to you either. She had been 

hit in the head one too many times. 

"Love." 

A shiver went down your spine, your gaze now fixed on the man sitting in the chair in your living room. Other men stood, specifically his henchmen Jae, Wonpil, Dowoon, and Brian, quietly next to him awaiting your conversations. 

"What are you doing here," you got up, speaking through gritted teeth. 

Sungjin didn't look amused, instead, he sat in his crisp, black suit with a leg crossed and an emotionless expression. A deadly gaze thrown at you, he was unmistakeably mad and you were the cause. 

Still, anger took over you, and the need to correct him on what he was doing overwhelmed you. His silence was unbearable. 

"What the fuck do you want," you yelled, hot tears running down your cheek at your frustration and guilt. "Why the fuck are you here!"

"I wouldn't need to be here if you never had left me," he spoke smoothly, despite your enraged tone.  

Sungjin got up out of the chair, instinctively, you took a step back even if he was nowhere near you. "Did you really think I'd never find you," he said, picking up a picture frame on your couch's side table. 

It was a picture of you, Irene, and Irene's boyfriend. Your family, really, that's what they are to you. Both of them are the closest people you have. 

"You left a life of luxury for a secretary job, and them," he held up the frame. Practically mocking your choice of lifestyle. 

"Life of luxury," you scoffed, thinking carefully at your words. Sungjin killed people, you knew that, and the last you wanted was Irene or you to get shot by him. Sungjin wore a blazer to cover his gun, thankfully you remembered that. 

"I was a prisoner in your house-" 

"Our house," he corrected you.

You swallowed the anger before continuing. 

"Luxury is not what I would call that. I had no freedom because of your obsessive, possessive nature!" 

"I was protecting you." Sungjin took the picture and threw it across the room, the sudden action making you flinch. When he's quieter, he's irate, and you didn't want to fuck with that. 

"I had to leave you, there was no other way."

"Do you not love me," he simply asked, turning his head to make direct eye contact with you. 

"Sungjin," you muttered out. 

You couldn't answer that question, the relationship you shared was toxic and, at times, made you depressed. But he treated you so well, so delicately with love. Yes, you still loved him, after all, he did to you and you hated yourself for that. 

"Answer the question, love," he darkly said. His eyes trained on yours, casually he strode his way towards you, your body unable to move under his icy stare. 

"Please," you sobbed, more tears flushing out of your eyes. 

"Should I answer it for you?" 

He stopped right when he was in front of you, his height towering over you making you feel small. Languidly, he raised his calloused hand to your throat making you shutter with the memories of you both flooding back to you. His fingers tightened around your neck cutting off your airway lightly, forcing you to look at him the whole time. His breath lingered on your lips, making you yearn for that kiss you haven't felt in so long. 

"My love, why deny it. You love me, just as much as I love you." 

Inching his way down, both of your lips met each other. Leaving you both with a chaste kiss and a desire for more. 

"Either," he started, as he pulled away from the lips he missed kissing so dearly. "You can come home where you belong, or I can kill your friend and drag you home. Which one do you prefer?"  

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All You Need is Confidence

Part 2 

A/N: I don’t own any gifs I use, this is just for fun. I’ll probably make this a serious just because it’s fun to write. Enjoy! I’m so sorry it sucks, I have writers block so bad! It’s going fast too because, honestly, I just wanna get to the good parts. 

Warnings: Minor language, suggestive themes, student teacher relationships, and poly relationships. Also Boy x boy stuff too! 

Your mind went blank, there was no thought in the world passing through you as you kissed Mr. Park Jaehyung, your damned English teacher. Time stopped-or it seemed to stop-everything was just focused on you two and how your lips moved flawlessly against each other. Softly, Mr. Park's hand slide down from your cheek, firmly holding your shoulder. You almost forgot someone else was sitting in the room with the both of you. 

"Ahem," Mr. Kim cleared his throat. 

Instantly, you jumped away from Mr. Park, your chair moving back with a loud screeching noise echoing in the room. Was it always this quiet? Everything that happened just hit you, the fact you had a panic attack in the middle of class and let without permission, or maybe that your teacher kissed you and you kissed him back, better yet another teacher was in the same room as the both of you! 

Your head hung low with shame, you couldn't fathom kissing your teacher was a good thing. Although, at the moment it never felt better to kiss Mr. Park's perfect lips, still, it was illegal and your dumbass craved more. 

"Y/N?" You flinched a bit upon hearing Mr. Park speak up, his honey voice making you shake to your core. "I'm sorry-"

Before he could apologize, you stood up, abruptly, scaring both teachers into thinking you felt violated. That's the last thing they wanted for you, to feel harassed by the sudden emotions of a teacher. 

"Do-Don't," you stuttered out. 

There was nothing else to say, neither Mr. Kim nor Mr. Park didn't have the heart to say anything to you. Mr. Park didn't want you to be freaked out, really, he wanted to tell you he loved and cared for you. But, he decided you didn't need to know that for now, it still seemed you were conflicted by that kiss just now. Or the fact you could get reported by Mr. Kim due to him witnessing this whole event. 

"I think...," you started, nearly choking on your words. "I think I need to go home?" 

It came out more as a question less than a statement, both teachers just nodded in response instead of saying anything at all. Which, you had to admit, any other word or action would flip your lid. 

"Alright...," Mr. Kim trailed on, deciding to talk before Mr. Park could. "I'll tell the office I sent you home since you...um...threw up in my class? That's okay right?"

If you weren't so flipped the fuck out, you would've cooed at Mr. Kim's "that's okay right?" 

"That's fine...I guess...I'm gonna go." 

Without another word, without a goodbye, without anything at all, you picked up your stray bag slinging it over your shoulder. Hastily running out the door with a million thoughts running through your mind. Mr. Park kissed you like full-fledged kissed you and the worst part about a good-looking, funny, TEACHER kissing you was that you liked it. The kiss lingered on your lips, the feeling of his plump lips echoing begging for more, it was like a shot of serotonin. You tried rubbing the kiss off your lips, shaking the feeling almost as you walked to your car. 

Long story short you kissed a teacher on a Monday, but now it's Thursday and you haven't been to school yet. Of course, you didn't tell a single soul about the events that happened. You also didn't know if Mr. Kim reported either of you to the principal, considering the school didn't call your mom or anything you just assumed Mr. Kim never told either. You managed to get your mom to call you out of school for two days, to your mother two days were more than enough. The only option you had was to go to school and skip Mr. Park's class and let's just mention this you weren't disgusted Mr. Park kissed you, but the fact you don't know how to act around him now. 

Anyway, as your mom was pushing you out of the house to get ready to head to school, Mr. Kim was having a very heated conversation with Mr. Park. 

"What the hell were you thinking," Mr. Kim's voice was a whisper disguised as a scream. '

Early this morning he came into Mr. Park's classroom when they both didn't have class, pacing back and forth around the room. So many emotions ran through Mr. Kim's head, he couldn't quite place a finger on what exact emotion he was feeling. Wonpil had feelings for you, seeing you kiss Mr. Park-his best friend-made him upset for an odd reason. Upset that you didn't kiss him first but rather kissed Mr. Park, but the fact that he wasn't mad about the kiss itself made him wonder. In the moment, he was oddly entranced by the way both of your lips met, keeping a close eye on your both. Even weirder he fantasized himself kissing you...and Jae. This all... was new for Wonpil, yes he always knew he had feelings for you. But Jae, that was different. Jae and he were always close so he thought the feelings he had were just the closeness they shared, as of recently Wonpil's starting to rethink their "friendship." 

"I didn't mean to," Jae spoke up. 

Mr. Park sat at his desk, rubbing his temples lightly trying to figure out the mess he just made. Teachers are usually updated on the students not coming to school, so when they didn't see your name on the absentee list a conversation sparked up between them. 

"It all just happened so fast-You don't understand-"

"Hyung, I do understand!" 

Mr. Park's argument was obviously weak, they both knew it all too well. Wonpil swallowed harshly, looking at his friend in a conflicting matter. 

"What," Jae grew frustrated as it neared his first class, all he wanted was this controversy to be over. "Pil do you want me to say sorry! Do you want me to regret kissing her because I don't!" 

Wonpil and Jae fought in the past, typically in their high school years, but Jae has never raised his voice like he was doing now. It was only natural that Wonpil was taken aback, new things and emotions seemed to be coming to life. 

"I like her," Jae firmly said, trying not to sound stern but still getting his point across. 

"Hyung," Wonpil started, but Jae raised a hand before he could finish stopping him further. 

"Pil, I know this might ruin our...I know you like her too. Right?" 

Wonpil only nodded shyly, he knew it wasn't his turn to talk. Jae had more to say about the topic of liking her. 

"Maybe there's a way she can pick one of us-or none of us." 

"Jae," Wonpil tried, feeling himself grow uncomfortable, but failed due to Jae's upcoming rant. 

"Or maybe there's no hope for either of us because it's illegal-" 

"Jae," Wonpil spoke again, but still not getting through to him. 

"But what if she chooses one of us, what happens to the other!" 

"Jae! Let me talk to just a second," Wonpil whined, but successfully shutting Jae up. 

"Jae," Wonpil started, blushing softly not making any eye contact. "Have you ever had multiple relations, at the same time..." 

"What do you mean," Jae asked, slightly confused at the sudden question. You know, after they just got done screaming at each other for liking the same girl. 

"I mean," Wonpil started, leaning onto a nearby desk being a blushing mess. The thought he was having wasn't exactly the most "normal" thought he's had. "Have you ever dated two people at the same time?" 

"Wonpil, I don't cheat on people I would think you'd know that-" 

"Jae," Wonpil moaned out of frustration. Usually, he was the naive one, but currently, Jae is making it hard not to throw something at his head. "Like three people dating, each other, at the same time."

"Pil," Jae's eyes opened wide, the first-period bell ringing at the same time. "Are you saying you want to be in a relationship with Y/N and...me?" 

Students flowed into Mr. Park's room, some muttering hi's to both teachers as they just stood in the middle of the room. A look of disbelief was plastered over Jae's face, Wonpil was still in shock that he even insinuated that he wanted a poly relationship with his best friend and a student! Wonpil doesn't even know what he wants, but yet he suggested an idea that made his heart flutter just thinking about all three of them in a relationship. It was a schoolgirl thing to do. Jae, on the other hand, was still processing what Mr. Kim had said. Did Wonpil just indirectly confess to him? His best friend wants to date him and Y/N, why is this so hard to fathom? Wonpil has always had different ideas, but this is a conflicting idea. 

Unfortunately for Mr. Park, class was starting and he needed to focus on Shakespeare rather than the fact his friend has a crush on him. That's just what he did, taught the real meaning of Macbeth with the lingering thought of a poly relation stuck in his brain. 

Mr. Kim walked to his class, the second period of the day, quickly he put a happy-to-be-here face on instead of the dear-god-what-did-I-do face then walked into class like nothing happened. All of his students were sitting down, talking amongst each other as they were waiting for Mr. Kim to start teaching. 

"Good morning class," Wonpils soft voice spoke up. 

He walked over to his desk, picking up an attendance binder getting prepared to check who's there. One by one, he called out the student's name, all of them replying with a monotone here. When he got to your name, his breath hitched, he tried to play it off so the class wouldn't realize it. Looking around the room he saw you, writing in a notebook, with your head down. Nonetheless, you said here just so he would continue class. 

After that, the class went by like a breeze for Mr. Kim. The impending doom of talking to Mr. Park gushed through him, but the whole period Mr. Kim thought of one thing. You. Just in that moment, he saw how depraved and gloomy you were. The bell rang, students got up with their friends walking out of class without a care in the world. Mr. Kim took this as an opportunity to talk to you, just to make sure you were okay since you've been gone. 

"Miss L/N, may I see you for a minute," his voice sounded so small, but yet it hit you like a brick. 

You mentally sighed to yourself, this is what you've been dreading for the last two days. Yet, you knew it had to happen at some point, this needs to be addressed whether it was ideal or not. 

"Mr. Kim," you smiled, with a hint of falseness. "What can I do for you?" 

"Y/N," he softly spoke, watching the last kid walk out of the classroom. Swiftly, Wonpil shut the door so your conversation would be at the least bit private. "How are you doing with...everything?" 

"I'm fine," you lied, and certainly it didn't fool Mr. Kim. 

"Look, we need to talk-"

"Mr. Kim," you interrupted, internally freaking out. "I-I don't wanna get expelled or get Mr. Park fired, so please, I'm begging you don't tell anyone." 

Mr. Kim leaned back on his desk, arms crossing in the process. Only one thing came out of his mouth, one simple question. 

"Do you regret it?"

At first, you were taken aback at the sudden question. Was this some sort of test Mr. Kim was doing, if you said yes would he report you? But this is Mr. Kim we're talking about, as you got to know him you realized there truly isn't a bad bone in his body. He couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to. 

You answered back, hoping he wouldn't get you expelled. "No, I don't think so." 

Wonpil's jaw clenched, a bit of anger bubbling through him, he could see your whimsical expression as you were reminded of the kiss. It's written all over your face, you liked Mr. Park. You took into notice at the sudden shift in the aura, Mr. Kim was tapping his foot aggressively. 

"Mr. Kim, I'm sorry! Nothings going to happen, nothing at all! So please don't-" 

"Damnit Y/N!" Mr. Kim yelled, instantly shutting you up, he was frazzled and he couldn't seem to handle it. 

Handle these emotions he has, the love, the joy, the anger, the jealously...This was not something he's ever experienced in his adult life, and he's feeling stupid for it. 

"You like Mr. Park," he said, more in a statement way. He rubbed his head, carefully picking out his next move. Suddenly he was reminded of the conversation with Jae earlier, an idea lit up in his head. "What about me?" 

"Huh," you muttered out, wide-eyed at the unexpected question.

"Y/N," Mr. Kim flashed his puppy eyes, unconsciously. "Do you like me...like you like Mr. Park?" 

His eyes almost pleaded for a yes to come out of your mouth. For some reason, your mouth went dry. What exactly was happening? 

"Mr. Kim," you started, but Mr. Kim already had you by the waist. Pulling you into his chest with a gentle tug, his hand gripped you softly around your tiny waist. He looked down at you, with passion in his eyes, anticipating that you answer. 

"I like you, even though it's...wrong...I like you Y/N." 

As you gazed into Wonpil's eyes, trying to make up the confession he just gave. Mr. Park had come to Mr. Kim's room to finish their conversation from earlier, only to be met with him holding you, confessing to you, leaning into you, kissing you...That was the moment Jae got it, he understood why Wonpil mentioned a poly relationship. 

#day6 #day6 wonpil #day6 fanfic #day6 jae #day6 jaehyung #jaepil

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

BTS Yandere Types

A/N: Hiya! This is just for fun and these are my own opinions. I do not own any gifs I use. Enjoy! Oh and unedited. 

Warning: Yandere themes that may be triggering for some reader, reader discretion is advised. Like, trust me, this is messed up. 

Jin

Once he’s made up his mind, he’s made up his mind. Casually he’d slip into your life little by little, even hiding his own psychotic tendencies so he could date you without a problem. Just because you didn’t see how controlling he was, doesn’t mean your family and friends didn’t. Instantly, when Jin found out how the people in your life didn’t like him because he wouldn’t let you out of the house, he made up his mind. Jin knew how to get things done, every other day a new horrible rumor would come out about you. Verbally abusive text messages were sent to your friends, supposedly from you. Really, Jin was behind the scenes creating vial scenarios so everyone in your life would leave you due to you being “a horrible person”. Then you would come crawling to him for any ounce of comfort he had, practically mentally numb, but Jin got his wish. He got you. If only you saw what was under his mask, maybe you could’ve been happy. 

“Come here, let me hold you...They don’t deserve you, stay with me. I’m the only one that you need.” 

Yoongi

(okay, but why is he so hot)

Yoongi knew your weaknesses. He’d spent most of his time gathering information about you, what you did, who you talked to, your whole schedule. Yoongi is an unemotional guy, he lacks empathy for other people, but when he saw you-gosh-he fell in love. It was almost as if his heart started to beat that day, and only for you. Similar to Jin, he’d cut everything going on in your life off, going so far to get you fired from your job. Mind you, you didn’t know who he was, briefly you’d bumped into him at a party or something. After you’re whole life came crumbling down, he’d snatch you right up, wasting absolutely no time. He’d keep you barricaded in his house, forcing you to live with him until you loved him like he loves you. When you didn’t comply and do or think how he wanted, he’d either hurt someone you love or hurt himself. 

“Say you love me...don’t want to? Fine don’t say anything, let’s see what you’ll say when I break your little brother’s legs.” 

Hoseok

Sorta similar to Yoongi, he’s a trainer. Hoseok’s charming, so he would never force you into a relationship, you would just date him on your own free will. At first, the relationship was normal, he’s a kind guy making you feel lucky to be alive at any given time. Behind the scenes, Hoseok would be having a internal conflict with himself. He knew he was obsessed with you, and he knew it was morally wrong, but he couldn’t help but love you. Unfortunately for him, you started to get bored to him. Simply he wasn’t fulfilling your needs as much anymore, you wanted to end things. Hoseok didn’t like that, Hoseok really didn’t like that. When you went to his place to break up with him, you didn’t expect that this was your last day of freedom. Hoseok was enraged, his sunshine exterior coming to a halting end, Hoseok took you into his basement with a bruising grip. From that day forward you Hoseok would train you to love him again. For example, when you wouldn’t hug him back he wouldn’t give you dinner for the next two nights. This would repeat until he’d get what he wanted. 

“Kiss me Y/N...why aren’t you kissing me back? If you’re going to act like a bad girl, then you get to sleep on the basement floor!” 

Namjoon

We all know that Namjoon is a smart man, and is most likely manipulative. But, I don’t think that’s all. Yes, Namjoon will use anything against you so you’ll be with him until death. Using lines like, “you hurt me Y/N, you have to make it up to me.” While he’ll manipulate you to stay with him, there are other times he’ll use force. Rarely, you made Namjoon mad, but when you did dire consequences would follow. If you tried to escape him and if his manipulations wouldn’t work, he became intensely violent. Hitting you, kicking you, occasionally punching you...But, after he was done beating the shit out of you, he’d apologize. Releasing that hurting you wasn’t a good form of communication. No matter what he said, this would loop over and over again until you complied. 

“Don’t you listen Y/N! Can’t you see you ruined my life! You need to make it up to me!” 

 Jimin

Jimin’s a hard one. It was no secret he liked you-no he loved you-it was clear to not only you but everyone too. Constantly, you’d reject him, telling him to leave you the hell alone, once you got a restraining order to keep him away from you. Jimin always got the wrong idea though, when you said you hated him...did you mean you loved him? Of course you were just too embarrassed to admit your love for him, but don’t worry because Jimin understood your feelings. He understood that you are being forced to hide your feelings for him, purely because everyone would judge you for being in love with a guy like him. When really, it was the exact opposite. Things progressively got worse for you because of his delusions. Jimin kept trying to get you to admit you loved him back; when he found out you had a boyfriend, he saw bloody red. Killing him straight in front of you without another thought, Jimin saw him as a threat to the relationship you both had, so he got rid of the obstacle.  

“Don’t cry love...it’s over now. He’s gone now, we can finally be together!” 

Taehyung

Taehyung is the most discreet on the list. Taehyung does have a crush on you, yes, but he didn’t care that you weren’t his. He saw himself as a unworthy person for you, practically worshipping the ground you walked on. His unhealthy obsession with your happiness gave him pleasure. Although, every once and awhile, something would stop you from being truly happy. That’s where he’d come in, if there was some friend giving you a hard time he’d take them out. No one would ever know it was him, let alone you. Any inconvenience that you had would vanish the next day. At first it was odd to you; but, luck must be on your side. Or a guy who’d watch your every move to make sure you’re happy. This want (to make you happy) made him quit his job and just follow you around for the rest of his life. As long as you were happy, he was too. 

“Look at her...so happy. She looks like a goddess when she smiles like that!” 

Jungkook

I don't’ think Jungkook is as dangerous as people think he is. When I think of him as a yandere, I think a very clingy guy. Oh my god, if you’re older than him, he’d be so clingy with you. Anywhere you’d go, he’d follow. When you started dating him you didn’t notice his need to be with you that much. In fact, you thought it was cute. Then, as time went by, you started to realize how unhealthy he was. When you wouldn’t answer your phone right away he would call you, text you, even come to your house to check if you were okay. Literally, he’s attached to the hip, constantly holding onto you in public places. Making sure you never went far away from him. The clinginess got so annoying that breaking up with him was on the only option. Only if you knew what he’d do when you broke up with him. Jungkook’s reaction was insane he bursted out into tears, screaming at you, or throwing things out of anger. You never thought he’d act like that, it was like seeing a different Jungkook. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, you got up to leave him to his childish tantrum, but before you could make it out he grabbed you. Pulling you into his house, forcing you to stay with him. That’s when Jungkook started his threats, threats directed towards himself. He would make you feel so incredibly guilty, that you could do nothing but stay with him. 

“You’re so unfair Y/N! If you leave me, I’ll kill myself! Do you want that Y/N, do you want me dead! Don’t tempt me, I’ll fucking do it!” 

#bts #bts yandere #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts imagines #yandere #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts v #bts jimin #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts hoseok #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts jin #bts seokjin

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Day6 Finding Out You’re Pregnant

A/N: I don’t own these gifs, this is all just for fun, please enjoy. Also, fellow mydays I know I’m loyal to Sungjin...but Wonpil! He’s sooooo cute, alright thanks for listening to my ted talk read on!

Sungjin

Everything seemed normal today, finally Sungjin had a night off from work, so he decided to spend the whole day with you. It was a wonderful surprise, usually your husband would spend 24/7 writing and composing songs for the planned comeback, but today he was chill. Half the day both of you went to the mall, Sungjin got you some new heels for a formal dinner a few nights away, then he got both of you some well deserved ice cream, but at the end of the day was spent on the couch. On the couch, cuddling together which you both rarely did, watching a romantic comedy. It seemed Sungjin really wanted to spoil you today with things you liked. 

Your belly was full from just eating a delicious dinner, so when your stomach began to twist in pain you just assumed it was gas or something. Then, half way through the movie, the pain started to grow. It didn’t feel like gas anymore, instead you felt like throwing up the pork you had just eaten. 

“You okay,” Sungjin asked, concerned that he was making you uncomfortable. He noticed awhile ago that you were moving around a lot, an uncomfortable look plastered on your face. 

“Yea, um...just feeling a bit...-blerg!” 

Quickly, you covered your mouth as you felt bile rise up your throat. Flying off the couch you made your way to the bathroom, begrudgingly filling up the toilet with vomit. Sungjin followed close behind, even holding your hair. 

“Dear god,” you whined, sinking against the wall next to the toilet. 

“Honey,” Sungjin cooed, stroking the back of your head with comfort. “Are you not feeling well?” 

“I guess...,” you started, confused on why you randomly you just got sick. That’s when it hit you, lately you’ve gained weight but you assumed it was your increase in appetite, piecing it together your realized you’re late. “Oh my god!” You squealed, covering your mouth with the thought you’ve just had. 

“What is it,” Sungjin asked, kneeling down in front of you. He took your face into his hands, worried that there was something wrong with you, it was clear on his face. 

“Honey,” you smiled, putting a hand on top of his, rubbing it gently. “I think I’m pregnant.”   

“What?” Sungjin’s reaction was monotoned like you’d expected. His eyes were wide with shock as he searched your face trying to see if you’re lying or not. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes, yes! My periods late, I’m gaining weight, my feet are swelling, now this...” 

“I um,” he let go of you, shocked at the sudden news. “I guess you’re right.” 

“Honey,” you crawled over to him, grasping his arm to see if he was mentally okay. “Are...are you okay?” 

“Of course,” he sighed with content, the news just hitting him. A bright smile washed over him, “I’m gonna be a dad!”  

Jae

It was perceived that Jae didn’t want kids, so as you held the positive pregnancy test in your hands you didn’t know how you were going to tell him. Jae and you have been dating for three years now, everything was going great for both of you. At some point you’d even expect a ring on your finger. But now that you’re pregnant, you’re not sure who happy Jae would. 

You sat on the cool tile of your bathroom floor, millions thoughts running through your mind. This was the last thing you needed right now, Jaw as going to be home any minute now, tired from another day of work. 

Right on cue, Jae shimmied the front doors lock, your body tensed as you heard the echo from the bathroom. 

“Babe,” he yelled, kicking off his shoes in the outcove at the front door. “I’m home.” 

Going further into the shared house he didn’t see you anywhere, instantly growing confused at where you could be. Did you go out and you just forgot to mention it to him? Wouldn’t be the first time. 

“Babe?” Jae noticed the shut bathroom door, which was never shut. It was a system you both had, leaving the door open met it wasn’t occupied or smelly to go in. Softly, he knocked at the door, slightly you flinched at the action. “Are you in there?”

“Y-Yea,” you stuttered, trying to not put him off or give any indication you weren’t okay. Jae knew better, he could hear in your voice that cracked tone you had when you were crying. 

“Why are you crying,” he asked, a reassuring smile on his face. Even though you couldn’t see it, it still gave the same effect on you. “Can I come in?”

Gosh, you so desperately wanted to say no, pick yourself up, and pretend that nothing ever happened. But, that wasn’t fair to Jae. Gently, you pushed yourself off the ground, placing the pregnancy test on the sinks counter, then unlocking the door without a word. Instantly Jae came through the door, he was right, you were crying over the sink trying to hide your face from him. You hated when he saw you like this. 

“Babe,” he cooed, coming over to you at the sink. “What’s going on, do you wanna talk about it-What’s that?” 

You placed the test on the sink so he’d have access to it. It was another form of not telling him yourself, rather you’d want the test to tell him. “Is that a...pregnancy test?” Jae picked it up, with cation of course, he knew you had peed on it already. Refusing to meet his face, you didn’t quite see his reaction at first. “Two lines means?”

“It’s positive, I’m preg-pregnant Jae,” you muttered, head still down faced to the sink.  

“Ok...,” he dragged out, placing the test down back on the sink. Turning his attention on you which, mind you, was needed greatly. Jae went up behind you, placing his head on top of yours since you were much smaller than he, his arms wrapped around your waist a comfortable warmth rushing through you. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he tried calming you down, holding onto you tightly. 

Jae may have not known why you were crying, but he thought it was better not to pry the answer out of you. “Well, we’re going to have a baby,” he started, rubbing your tummy lightly. “Guess we should finally get married too. What do you say?” 

Younghyun

Younghyun and you have been trying to get pregnant for awhile. Both of you have been married for four years now, with no luck of children your way. Nothing you did got you pregnant, but it seems luck struck the both of you. You had been late this month so you were suspicious that you might be with child. While Younghyun was at work you went to a local pharmacy, grabbing a pregnancy test off the shelves. Long story short, the pregnancy test was positive, and you’ve never been happier.

You made the most over dramatic plan you could to tell Younghyun, your idea fell on a gift to give him. With haste, you ran to the store grabbing all the things you needed to make this “gift”.

After that, you put all of it together, placing it into a polka dot bag. Due to your excitement, you decided to go to his work than wait for him to come home. You took a bus there since he was using the car, the whole time your leg shook with anticipation as you held onto the gift sercurly.

When you got to the front desk of his studio you asked the woman there for Mr. Kang Younghyun. She instantly recognized you, this wasn’t the first time you’ve been to his office, sometimes you’d come over to eat lunch with him.

Anyway, the woman gave you a visitors pass, so you walked to his office. Opening up the door to reveal Younghyun, you could only assume he was composing a song at the current moment. He sat in his seat, playing the bass and every so often writing down what he played on a sheet in front of him. He was so entranced that he didn’t even notice your arrival.

“Brian,” you raised your voice, grabbing his attention. Your husband was shocked to see you since this was a surprise visit.

“Love,” he wholeheartedly smiled at you, glad to see his beautiful wife. Just who he wanted to see since he was having a hard time with the song he’s writing. “What are you doing here?”

Younghyun went over to you, yanking you into a soft, chaste kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close, you would do the same except you had a gift in your hand. “I was in the neighborhood,” you joked, pecking his lips once more. Even if you are married to him, no matter how much you kiss you still get flustered by it.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, and I decided I wanted to give a gift to my loving husband.”

Younghyun’s eyes glowed with admiration as you held the present up to his face. You were just the best, in his time a need you came to make him feel better.

“What’s the occasion,” he let go of you so he could open the present with more room.

“Nothing,” you bit your lip, lying of course, but you wanted him to figure it out himself. Younghyun discarded the bag pulling out a jar of-

“Pasta sauce?” 

He looked confused rightfully so, you saw not to long ago a pregnancy surprise with Prego sauce. 

“Not just any sauce,” you smiled, inching him to figure out what you were doing. 

“Now with...10% more cheese,” he laughed, reading the jars facts. 

“No,” you whined, walking over to him. “What’s the name of the sauce?”

“Prego,” he looked at you, really trying to figure out why pasta sauce was his gift. He didn’t even like red sauce that much. 

“Jesus Bri, I’m pregnant! Prego-pregnant! Get it!” 

“Love,” he dropped the sauce, thankfully he didn’t break it. He grabbed you hard, giving you a bear hug, littering your face with kisses. “Are you actually? Is this a joke?! This would be a mean joke?!”

You shook your head, laughing at how anxious he seemed. But man, was he so ecstatic about a baby. “I can’t wait to meet her,” he calmed down, placing a hand on your flat stomach. For a moment he imagined you with a big pregnant belly, you were his life and so was this baby.   

“Oh,” you giggled, kissing his cheek lightly. “What makes you think it won’t be a boy?” 

“Oh, I just know. Ah...” he sighed, pulling you into a more gentle hug this time. “We’re having a baby...” 

Wonpil

You found out this morning you were pregnant, expertly hiding it from Wonpil through out the whole day. You wanted to tell him in a different way, so most of the time you spent today was on unique ways to announce it. 

Two months ago, you and Wonpil finally got hitched. The wedding was grand and the honeymoon even grander. Wonpil knew how to make you feel special without a doubt. Of course, you hadn’t expected to get pregnant so quickly, but that’s because of the lack of protection (if you catch my drift). 

At the end of the night, Wonpil decided he wanted to shave his face. More like he needed to, his stubble was poking through and JYP wasn’t exactly a fan of that look. They always made him shave it, not that you minded. 

As he was getting rid of his facial hair, you snuck past him into the bathroom with a blue, dry erase marker in your hand. 

“Oh, Y/N,” he looked at your through the mirror as you stood behind him. Bouncing on your heels in excitement. “Do you have to go to the bathroom or something...don’t worry I won’t look.” 

Even though you and Wonpil are married now, he still get’s shy and blushy about certain things. “Actually babe,” you started, uncapping the marker. “Can you solve this riddle for me?”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

“Ok,” he smiled, face lathered up with shaving cream, but he stopped just for you. 

With the marker you drew on the mirror, the first thing you wrote was “there’s”. Wonpil raised a brow, but let you continue, then you wrote a “a me.” 

“There’s a me?” 

“Not done yet,” you muttered, writing the word “baby” right in the gap in the E. 

Wonpil questioned the riddle, reading it in his head trying to decipher. 

“Read it outloud, that might help,” you giggled at how cute Wonpil looked when he was thinking. He bit his lip in frustration, sorta mad at himself that he couldn’t figure it out. 

“There’s a me baby? There’s a me...” 

“Where’s the baby?” You asked, leaning against the wall. 

“In me,” he questioned again. “There’s a baby...in me...There’s a baby in me? Is that the riddle?” 

“Think about it,” you simply said, Wonpil looking at you without a clue in the world. 

Then it clicked. 

“OH, you’re serious! There’s a baby in you,” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand. You shook your head vigorously, smiling at the sudden enjoyment. “I can’t believe your pregnant! I would kiss you right now, but I don’t wanna get shaving cream on your face!”   

Dowoon

This was all Dowoon actually, he started to have his suspicion about you being pregnant when you ate a whole jar of banana peppers. You hated spicy food so seeing you randomly craving a whole jar of it was a odd thing to see. Dowoon, this sweet man, didn’t want to freak you out and force you to take a test. After all, this was all so sudden for him too. 

Dowoon proposed to you a few weeks ago, he’d always said he wanted to get married at the age thirty, but he decided to break that rule just for you. There was no doubt in your mind, this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Now you weren’t even married and expecting a child. It may sound selfish, but he just needed to know. 

After practice, Dowoon had gone to a convenience store, buying the most expensive test off the walls. He wanted the results to be the best they could be. He had to admit though, it made him red in the ears while trying to figure out what test was best. 

When he got home, he was met with you standing directly in the doorway waiting for him to come home. Lately, you’ve been more clingy with him, it was definitely a new feeling to have you attached to the hip. A few days into the clinginess he started to get used to it, gladly accepting the spontaneous need to cuddle. 

“How was work Dowoonie,” you held your arms out, expecting him to whisk into a hug with you. Dowoon, instead, stood there with a freaked out look on his face. 

“Was work bad?” 

“Um...it was fine, but-Y/N, I need you to do something for me.” 

“Alright,” you spoke suspiciously. Taking into notice how fidgety he looked, nonetheless he held out the plastic bag in his hand. Confused, you took the bag, opening it up to a pink box. “A pregnancy test? What’s this about?”

“You’ve been acting different lately, not a bad different but...different. I think you might be...you know, pregnant.” 

“Does that freak you out,” you asked, gulping afraid to hear a negative response. 

“Yes-I mean no...I don’t know! Are we really ready to have a baby?” 

“Well...is anyone really read to have a baby?” 

Lovingly, you took his hand, interlocking your fingers with him rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. “I might...have some news for you then?” 

“Oh?”

“I may have already taken a test...and I may have already known I was pregnant for a day or two.” 

“What!” Dowoon looked shocked, a look a disbelief riddled his face. Hey, you felt very guilty that you hid this from him, but come on! This was a hard thing to talk about in general. “You didn’t tell me?” 

“I tried,” you sighed, rubbing your temples with one hand. Dowoon obviously looked upset which broke your heart, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him. “Don’t be mad.” Cooing to him, pulling his arm gently, placing your head into his chest wrapping your small arms around his frame.

“I’m...I’m not,” he muttered out, giving up and putting his hand in your hair. Softly, running his hands through it. 

“We may not be ready,” you started, squeezing him lightly. “But we need to try, for our baby.” 

#day6 #day6 fanfic #day6 imagines #day6 network #day6 dowoon #day6 wonpil #day6 brian #day6 younghyun #day6 young k #young k #day6 jaehyung #day6 jae #jae #jaehyung #day6 sungjin #sungjin #wonpil #dowoon #pregnancy

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

All You Need is Confidence

Paring: Teacher!Jae x Student!Reader x Teacher!Wonpil

A/N: IDK why but I’m on a student-teacher kick, probably because I’ve been watching PLL again so...ENJOY! BTW, if you like this I’m probably going to make it a series because why not! If this does make you uncomfy, I suggest you don’t read it. 

Warnings: Student-teacher relationships, poly relationship, slight age gap, minor language, and suggestive themes. 

(Unedited, and also there will be a second part!)

High school was not fun, you know how people say it’s one of the best times in your life, well you have reason to disagree. Senior year was the most stressful to you, purely because of the inevitable change from childhood to adulthood when you go to college. That pressure to instantly grow up scared the ever-living shit out of you without fail. 

However, school wasn’t always that bad, your senior year was bad, yes. But, three people in your life made sure on their lives that you’d have the best year ever. Number 1, your best friend Kang Younghyun. Both you and him were senior this year, Younghyun always had a higher work ethic than you. Motivated to do anything and everything, honestly, his main goal was to travel the world by himself. By far, he was the most daring, independent person you’d ever met, he had confidence practically radiating off of him. So, you can imagine that there was never a dull moment with him. 

Number 2 and 3 go hand in hand. Mr. Park Jaehyung and Mr. Kim Wonpil, they made sure the hallways were a safe place and more importantly that class was never plain. Mr. Park and Mr. Kim are best friends from what you know ever, they even went to this high school just like you and Younghyun. Even though they were best buds, they were complete opposites. 

Mr. Park’s english class was eventful. Mr. Park hated homework so he rarely gave it, said he “doesn’t believe in it.” Most of the time he’d spend class talking to kids about video games, giving so advice to novices to the games he liked. Of course he actually taught...once a month maybe! Mr. Park was just one of those cool teachers who didn’t teach, but yet someone taught you everything you need to know about the world. Weird how that happens. Commonly, people knew him as a young teacher-same with Mr. Kim-even romanticizing the man. Most of your girlfriends swooned over either one of the teachers: But, hey you had to admit it, you definitely had a crush on Mr. Park. 

Mr. Kim, on the other hand, taught a tedious government class. Mr. Kim seemed to always be second whenever compared to Mr. Park, it kinda made you feel guilty having liking the one out of the two. They both were equally good people, but since Mr. Park is barely a teacher people just like him more. You see, Mr. Kim taught, there was nothing he loved more than giving 30 slides worth of a powerpoint, making you take pain-staking notes every-other day. Mr. Kim was popular more on his visuals and how shy he was. Mr. Kim could get flustered about anything and everything, once a kid in your class asked to go to the bathroom because he needed to take a shit, and Mr. Kim blushed rocking back and forth on his chair all because how the kid worded his sentence. Mr. Kim was adorable in a I-can-make-fun-of-him way, maybe it was teenage hormones but you had a crush on him too. Ah, but the crushes you had would never go anywhere...right? 

Anyway, the theme between them two was that you always went to them when you were upset. Both teacher took a liking to you because of your playful nature and natural sense of what they taught. Your intelligence seemed to impress most people, but you had to admit when you had your downfalls, especially when learning what the difference of absolute monarchy and constitutional monarchy. Civics wasn’t your strong suit. In english class, Mr. Park would make you stand out from the class making fun of every detail about you, Mr. Kim had empathy for you. Tutoring you in a heartbeat whenever you had trouble in his class, which seemed frequent. No matter how much Mr. Kim would hate to admit it, but he didn’t mind your merciless teasing, so of course you were his favorite student. Still, they both helped you through thick and thin. Like today.

Today, today was not your day. Earlier this morning Younghyun told you he was going home early sick, so you needed to get another ride home. Or you’d have to take the bus home, which was a no-go for you since taking the public bus freaked you out. You don’t know, the fact anyone could sit next to you made you paranoid. What if it was a serial killer, who planned on following you home and killing you? See, paranoid. 

Then this girl in your class ruined your whole project, a fucking group project, those you despise. Why was it fair to be partnered up with people who, simply, didn’t care about their grade just like you did. This girl proved this fact almost definitely, for your chemistry class, you were supposed to build a representation on how electrical currents go through objects. You being you, took on the roll easily, priding yourself with most of the difficult things. The one thing she needed to do, that ignorant bimbo, was to bring a potato and toaster. So, the chemistry project was left with an F. 

When you got frustrated you cried, unfortunately this flaw was seen by everyone in your chemistry class. Leaving you the laughing stock of the school for at least the next few weeks. The stares from people-even the mocking laughing, made your spiral. And why, all because of a stupid girl who couldn’t do her part in a simple project. Embarrassing yourself further, you decided to run out of class to the nearest person who could help calm you down. 

Panic filled you as you ran through the, just nearly, populated hallways. As you sobbed down, people looked at you like you were some crazy person on the brink of a full-blown breakdown. In these situation where you had minor panic attacks, you would run to yours and Younghyun’s meeting place. The janitors closet that no-one dared to go into, no one but you and Younghyun. Since, he left earlier because he’s sick, there was only one other place where you could go besides the unhelpful guidance counselors that would give you shitty life advice and send you back to class. No, Mr. Park could help you, he always managed to make you feel better. 

People were insatiable, desperately trying to shatter you into a million pieces as you made your way to Mr. Park’s english room. Thankfully, and ironically, for you the bell had rung in the knick of time. Mr. Kim noticed a heap of students outside his classroom, crowded together whispering insults at god knows what. When he heard your name strun into the mix, he realized you were standing in the middle of this crowd, holding yourself trying to hide your tears. 

“Alright, alright,” Mr. Kim exclaimed, grabbing the attention of the students, who seemed more flabbergasted than anything. Mr. Kim never yelled. “Clear out, now!” 

The man had never looked more serious, a demanding tone riddled in his voice, his eyes like a black-hole to those who opposed him, and his hands put on his hips. So, this is what he’s like when he’s angry. His anger helped you, students cleared out into other room, lingering students were shoved away into the bathrooms fearing of a write up. Still, you stayed on the ground hiding your tears, Mr. Kim coming up in front of you, the tap of his shoes alerted you. 

“Y/N,” he started, voice getting closer as he kneeled down. Sure, he’s seen you upset thousands of times, but out of those times you haven’t cried once. There was no time due to your whining and yelling about whatever set you off that day. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” 

Mr. Kim was concerned, per usual he had empathy for you, upset himself because you were crying. He could never tell why, but he hated when you were angry or sad, he just couldn’t stand it. 

“N-No...,” you whipped a tear, looking up at his face. Being met with pure handsomeness, but there was no time to be entranced by his record-breaking looks. “Can-Can you take me to Mr. Parks...please, I need to talk to him-to both of you. Is that okay?”

Mr. Kim was taken aback, luckily for him and Mr. Park had no class, lunch break comes with perks. “Of course it’s okay, let’s go, everything will be okay.” Mr. Kim put a hand on your back, tapping you lightly to encourage you to get up. Complying, both of you made it to Mr. Park’s, just catching him in the middle of taking a bit of his tuna sandwich. 

“Oh hello...oh no,” his sandwich dropped onto the desk upon seeing you blotchy face. Uncomfortable sight to see. “Y/N, Wonpil what’s going on?”

Mr. Kim lead you to a nearby desk, out of all the empty ones he put you directly in front of the teachers desk. 

“I’m not sure,” Mr. Kim started, backing away from you as you convulsed with a sobbing fit. “I found her like this in the hallway.” 

Mr. Park clicked his tongue, looking around his desk for some unused tissue and a free water bottle. Oddly enough he had both of those things tucked away in his desk. Strutting over to you, he gently held the tissue up to your face, dapping off some stray tears, in the process placing the water bottle next to you. 

“Just calm down okay,” Mr. Park muttered, focused on cleaning you up. 

Mr. Kim came up behind him, reaching for the water bottle and opening it up for you. Carefully, Mr. Park withdrew his hand, letting Mr. Kim give you some water. Even then, you didn’t calm down, concerning both of the men when you started hyperventilating. Today was just one of those days. The whole ordeal rang through your head, no one could ever look at you the same ever again. Look at you now crying in front of two men, who you adore, sullying everything they knew about you. The thought that your life was over made your panic attack protrude, increasing your talent of overthinking.   

“What’s going on Jae,” Wonpil kept his eyes on you with pure worry in his eyes. Wonpil has never experienced a panic attack before, let alone even seen one in person. 

“She’s having a panic attack um...I’ve got this.” 

Mr. Park stepped up to you again, making sure you could only focus on him. He placed his hand on your lower thing, squeezing lightly, placing his forehead against yours. Both him and you made a deep eye contact, calmingly he said “Y/N, calm down, everything’s going to be okay.” When you didn’t respond to him, instead you ignored him, he began tapping in a pattern on your thighs. 

“Y/N,” he tried again, keeping up with the pattern. “Focus on my fingers, okay? Focus on how I’m tapping you, okay?” 

Listening to him, you began to calm down, feeling his tapping. One time on the right, next on the left, then on the right, then on the left...

“That’s it,” he began, not giving up on the tapping, pulling you back to reality. 

“I’m okay...okay...I’m okay,” you spoke up, swallowing back the horrible panic you just felt. 

Mr. Park pulled back, proud of himself that his efforts to calm you down worked, Jae was experienced with panic attacks. Although it killed him to see you like that, he’s just glad you came here for him to help you. 

With the tissue, you rubbed your face and nose of any liquid that came out of you. Both men looked at you in waiting for your next move, they didn’t know what could throw you off. 

But, someone had to speak up at some point. “Do you want to talk about it Y/N?” Mr. Park’s question made you shake, Mr. Kim noticed this nodding him off. 

“Let’s not talk about that,” Mr. Kim spoke, putting a loving smile on his face to hopefully not start up another panic attack. “Um...Why don’t we do something? Yea, like...” Wonpil was at a loss, looking over to his best friend for something that could distract you in this moment. 

“Y-Yea,” Mr. Park perked up, jumping to his desk to find anything to help you regulate yourself. The only thing he had that was remotely fun and not school work, was a Christmas word search he’d given the freshman class he taught yesterday. “This, we can do this word search!”

“Yes, a word search!” Both teachers yelled excitedly, Mr. Park placed the word search on his desk, Mr. Kim beckoning you to come over to them to do the word puzzle. 

You knew what they were trying to do, but really you were in exactly no position to deny the men who just helped you through that. After all, they were making you feel better. Like a snail, you slid off the desk, trudging your way over to both of the enthusiastic men sitting in Mr. Park’s spinny chair that they pulled out just for you. Mr. Kim placed a pencil in your hand, sliding the paper more towards you, meanwhile Mr. Park pulled up two chairs for him and Mr. Kim to sit in next to you. Sitting down next to you, the both watched you complete the puzzle, randomly helping you throughout. 

Mr. Park and Mr. Kim had a secret, an unspoken secret between the two of them. Even if it was left untouched and talked about, both men new that both of them had a crush on you. They were disappointed, even discussed in themselves that they liked you, but you didn’t make it any easier either. They felt the need to protect you, constantly, the need to make you happy when no one else could are their duties. For Jae, he started to like you when you promptly scolded him for being a horrible teacher, but an amazing guy. From that day forward, you and Jae formed a bond where you made fun of eachother with hidden love. For Wonpil, it’s when you defended him when people were making fun of the way he got flustered. He just knew you were the one, no ones ever defended him that way. The more you came to talk to them, the more their feeling began to grow for you. Ditto, same thing happening to you. 

All of it happened so fast, Mr. Park was lost in thought about you. Delicately, he watched you as you tried to figure out the puzzle. Even though your face was red, eyes swollen, and nose runny Jae still admired your looks. The way your face was scrunch up in determination to defeat the puzzle, the way you bit your lip, or the way your soft looking hair fell on your face-

Reaching out his bigger hand, he wisped a stray piece a hair from out of your face, getting a better look at your beauty. But then you turned to him, with your wide E/C eyes and a cute pout on your face, he just couldn’t help himself. His hand moved from your, now proven, soft hair. Stroking his way to cup your cheek, his callassed thumb ran across your bottom lip. The plumpness fueling him more, before you both knew it his lips were on yours. His lips encased yours, the sudden feeling making you whimper under him, the only word to describe how it felt was euphoric. First you were shocked, not expecting your teacher to touch you, let alone kiss you. Then, a feeling bubbled in you, your stupid crush and all the fantasies you’ve had about him made you melt into him. Closing your eyes, beginning to kiss him back, your hand met grasped his shirt, pulling him further into you. Kissing Mr. Park was something else. 

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Excuse Me, Sir

Paring: Teacher!Jin x Student!Reader

A/N: I do not own the gifs I use. I love BTS for their talent, this was just for fun. Plus, I’ve always wanted to write a fanfic about Jin being a teacher. If it sucks, well Idk don’t read it lol!

Warnings: Student-teacher potential relationship, minor language, and suggestive and triggering content. 

Sometimes you had to admit, you have anger issues. Today, was one of those days where you exploded over the tiniest of things, but god, Mr. Kim was by far the most rage-inducing teacher you've ever had. Under those broad shoulders and charming looks, laid an unempathetic, shit bag, who gave you an F on your history essay. Oh, and not just a plain, old history essay. Oh no, a fucking history final essay that could make or break your grade. Currently, it was breaking your grade. 

The worst part of this all is everyone in your school thinks Mr. Kim is the greatest teacher in the world. Complaining, whining, or even throwing a dirty glance in his direction would instantly give a sign to his Fanclub, filled with tween girls, that you needed to be taught a lesson. There was only one way you could get to that unholy man, by staying after class. 

Words can't describe how awkward and suffocating it is to talk to a teacher, but staying after to talk to them is a whole different ballpark. But, if this is the only way, then this is the only way. 

Before you knew it, the last bell of the day rang. People flooded the hallways to get out of school, desperate to get home to sleep. You, on the other hand, stood out from the crowd, completely walking the other direction from the exit. Stomping, your feet heavily, each stride filled with frustration. The pit of anger in your stomach churned as you reached Mr. Kim's door, through the window you could see the raven-haired man grading some papers with absolute intensity. 

Nevertheless, you pushed down the sensation in your stomach, pressing further into the room. 

"Mr. Kim," you softly knocked on the door.

Grasping his attention, he turned to you, instantly recognizing you with a pleasant smile bound to his face. Almost made you disgusted at how a sweet-looking man could ruin your grade with a snap of a finger. 

Calm down Y/N, calm down, you lulled to yourself, heading to his desk flooded with student papers. 

"What can I do for you Miss L/N," he raised a brow at you, leaning over the desk with his arms folded. 

"Well," you started, finding your way to a desk right in the back of you. Taking a seat on the top of it to get yourself more comfortable. Trying to sound as cutesy as possible to win this man over, you continued. "I was put off by my grade." 

"Put off," he bit his cheek, leaning back into his chair. "How so?" 

"On my essay, you gave me an F. That was a mistake, right?" 

Mr. Kim chuckled aloud, sinking further into his chair with his arms supporting behind his head. He seemed more amused by this situation than worried about it, which only fueled the fire in you. 

"No, it wasn't. Your essay was...long...you included details you rather not need."

Struggling not to say anything, you bit the inside of your cheek preventing a cuss to flow out. What made you tick, was the condescending look on his face, he knew he was right and it pissed you off. Still, you weren't one to give up. "Long is what you wanted, you wanted a three paged essay, so I gave you a three paged essay." 

Mr. Kim sighed aloud at your counterargument, typically students weren't able to fight with teachers the way you did. No doubt, you seemed notorious for pulling this kind of stunt. Mr. Kim knew you all too well. 

"Even then, on top of it being long, it was just boring too," he mocked. 

That's what really set you off, the boring comment, if he hadn't said that...well, he wouldn't be in for a world of trouble right now. "Pull it up," you spoke quickly, a scary expression written all over your face. Swiftly, you walked behind his desk, him springing into action as you did so. 

"Pull up," he muttered out, repeating after you. 

"Yes, pull it up, pull out the essay. Tell me spefically what I did wrong?"

Truth betold, Mr. Kim knew he pissed you off, sometimes he would do it because he just enjoyed your reaction. Although, he'd never admit this outloud, he thought you seemed rather cute when you were flustered. 

Tapping and clicking at his laptop, Mr, Kim pulled up your essay filled with red marks. Pulling up a chair next to him, he began reading out what you got wrong. Giving you advice on how you could do it better, every once and awhile you'd argue with him that his correction was wrong. Even gaining some minor points back when you were right. 

At the end of the session you ended up with a C, rather than an F. C's weren't good enough for you, especially now that your grade is a B and not an A. A's are what you needed to keep honor roll. 

"Okay Y/N, are we done now," he got up, placing his laptop in his bag, slinging it on his shoulder. 

This is how he was telling you to leave, but you just couldn't. You needed that A, you were willing to do anything for that A. B's weren't an option for your, strict ass family. "Mr. Kim, before we go," you swallowed a lump in your throat. "Is there any extra credit I can do...or do for you?" 

Being seductive wasn't exactly easy for you, but as you leaned back in the wooden chair, pulling down your top to show more clevage, Mr. Kim found you hot. Speaking of Mr. Kim, who stood frozen at the door, he most obviosuly became affected by your stance. Eyes glazing over your body carefully to take every curve inn consideration, thinking about how allusive you seemed. 

"Y/N," he spoke sternly, placing down his leather bag. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting..." you popped off the chair, bubbly making your way over to him. Mr. Kim never seemed so intimidating as he stood over you with the advanged of being taller. Carefully, though, you took his pink, stripped tie into his hand slowly loosening it up. Your eyes, scanned his broad chest, climbing up his body to met his eyes. His eyes filled with lust, as so were yours. Maybe you never noticed how good looking Mr. Kim was before because you were never looking properly. Now your just a few inches apart, you get to look at his plump lips with a pink tint suiting his honey skin. Or his perfectly sculped tall nose, practically a god worthy face. All the hate you had once before disappeared forming into a desire you never knew you felt before. You wanted Mr. Kim, just as much as he wanted you.

"I'm suggesting something a bit naughty, Mr. Kim."

"Miss L/N," he cooed, pulling your hands away from his tie, holding your smaller hands in his. "Why don't we talk about this tomorrow, hm?" 

"Ah...ah," you choked out, not knowing what to say when he shut you down. 

However, he didn't seem angry with you, instead he felt bad for you. Trying to comfort your shocked expression, as he rubbed your hands  soothingly. Mr. Kim felt uncomfortable by your advances, based on the fact you were doing this for another reason besides liking him. There was something in your eyes, fear or desperation for that grade. 

"Mr. Kim," you grabbed his attention. "Please, please don't give me a C." 

This was different side of you, Seokjin was shocked when a tear ran down your face. Usually, you were filled with fire, ready to take down everyone and everything that stood in your way. Even if it met punching a teen girl or two. But, whatever made you fear a B, must've been bad enough to make you beg a teacher-Almost sleeping with him. "I won't, I won't...," he spoke, softly, pulling you into a hug placing his head on top of yours. For awhile, you both stood there, you crying into his chest. God, this was so embarrassing for you, but you couldn't help it. Mr. Kim didn't get it when you said you needed an A, if you came home, lord knows what your parents would do to you. 

Letting you go slowly, Mr. Kim faced you, bring a hand up to your cheek and wiping a the tears away. "Met me tomorrow? Okay? We'll talk about it then, just give me some time Y/N." 

"I-I," you began, but he shut you down quickly. He didn't want you to get worked up again, instead he wanted you to get home safely without worrying about your grade. 

"Go Y/N, let's talk tomorrow." 

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BTS Fanfiction Series Masterlist

<Seokjin>

~Coming Soon~

 <Yoongi>

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<Hoseok>

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<Namjoon> 

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<Jimin>

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<Taehyung>

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<Jungkook>

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<OT7>

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(Day6) Fanfiction Series Masterlist

<Sungjin>

~Coming Soon~

<Jae>

|All You Need is Confidence|Teacher!Jae x Student!Reader x Teacher!Wonpil| |01|02|

|There Was Something Odd|Demon!Jae x reader x Younghyun|00|01|

<Younghyun>

|There Was Something Odd|Demon!Jae x reader x Younghyun|00|01|

<Wonpil>

|All You Need is Confidence|Teacher!Wonpil x Student!Reader x Teacher!Jae| |01|02|

<Dowoon>

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He Knew Too Much

Paring: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

Warning: Mafia Type Scenarios, Mentions of Blood, Drugs, and Yandere Themes.

A/N: I love BTS for their talents, this is just for fun. I don't own these characters or any gifs I use. Not edited, keep that in mind. Also if it sucks, I'm trying my best but having fun while doing it. Enjoy!

You thought you knew Park Jungkook, you thought he was you innocent, sweet friend, but then he took off his mask. Under it, laid a man full of obsession and jealousy. He stood in front of you in this dark alleyway, bloodied in a leather jacket. The blood splattered on him was your friend's. Suho, who laid on the concrete ground bleeding out, looking half dead.

You shook to your core, looking at the soft smile of Jungkook's face. The smile that once comforted you. Jungkook moved slightly towards you, unconsciously you took a step back.

"D-Don't come any closer!"

“Y/N," he chuckled darkly. You didn't know him, you didn't know this Jungkook. "You know why I had to that to him right?"

You didn't answer, tears streamed down your cheeks, there was no viable reason to do that to a person. "He knew too much."

"What do you mean," you held a hand up, thinking that he wouldn't come any closer. You were so scared of him. From the corner of your eye, you could see Suho struggles. Thank god, he was still alive.

"Suho found out who I am." Suddenly, Jungkook kneeled down to Suho. Jungkook began running his hands through Suho's mangled, knotted hair. Suho flinching underneath his grasp. "He knew too much..."

The grasp on Suho's hair was tightened, the wounded boy hissed in pain as Jungkook pulled his head up. Jungkook looked crazy his eyes nearly popping out of his head, pure rage and psychotic feeling evenident on his face. "Little fucker knew too much, can you believe that?"

Horror flowed through you, "Jungkook stop," you yelled.

"Stop what?" Swiftly, Jungkook slammed Suho's face onto the concrete. More blood pooled out of Suho, out of his nose this time from the impact. "That, Y/N, do you even know why I'm doing this."

Jungkook got up, the look of disbelief littered his face. With every step he took towards you more fear and sobbing would come out of you. When he got to you, he grabbed your wrist, hard. Bruising the flesh underneath.

"I'm doing this for us," he spoke with venom, obviously mad at why you were questioning him in the first place. "This is so we can finally be together, without Suho in the picture."

"Jungkook," you tried. Maybe you could get through to him, yea, that could work. Desperately you grabbed onto his shirt, crying into him. "Suho was never in the picture-What are you even talking about?!

"Oh," he turned around. Joy flooding onto his face as he began talking to Suho. "You never told her how you felt, you piece of shit?"

Turning back to you, you were met with his psychotic, toothy grin. 

"Suho here, has a little crush on you."

"I-I-"

"Of course you didn't know baby," he cooed, bringing a cut up hand to your face. Every ounce of you wanted to push him away, but you knew better not to poke the bear. You knew you couldn't handle Jungkook, he was a lot buffer than you. Easily he could squash you like a bug.

"That doesn't matter K-Kookie," you stumbled on the nickname you called him. This wasn't your sweet Kookie, but you had hope you could calm him down so he doesn't do anything rash.

"Oh but it does," his hands moved to your sides, pulling you into him so your chest was against his. "Baby, there's a lot of things you don't know yet. Suho here found them out so he could tell you and...oh, Suho!" Yelling over his shoulder to Suho. "What was the rest of your plan?"

Jungkook was playing stupid, purely, for his own entertainment. In his line of business there wasn't many good times. 

"Mffh," Suho groaned, barely even lifting his head off the ground. 

"OH! That's right," Jungkook flipped, placing his forehead against yours. At the sudden touch, you flinched, hard. A shiver running down your spin with the insanity in front of you. "Once he told you my secrets, he was going to steal you away for himself. Make you his. Absurd, isn't it. Since you're already mine.”

After he'd said that, disturbingly obsessive, sentence, he kissed your forehead. Turning on his heels to make his way back over to Suho, not before grabbing your wrist to come along with him.

"Aren't you wondering what the secret is, Y/N?" Jungkook never looked so serious before, his whole face was a 360 from what you just saw.

His back was face towards you but in front of Suho, who was now looking up at Jungkook. No one made a move, it was silent for a minute before you spoke up. “Y-Yes,” you hesitantly said. 

“Then,” Jungkook started, reaching into his jacket for a moment. With in a split second your life flipped upside down, blood was everywhere, nothing was left untouched when Jungkook pulled out a gun and shoot Suho clean in the head. Ending his life in the blink of an eye. 

Blood got on your face in that moment, you brought a hand to your face, wiping off the remains of your friend. A blood curdling scream erupted through you, what just happened here is something you’ll never be able to forget. You fell to the ground holding yourself, trying your best not to make eye contact with Suho’s dilated eyes. Was all of this your fault? Did Suho die because he wanted to be with you? Everything ran through your mind guilt, grief, and terror. 

Jungkook acted like nothing happened, to use to it all. “Right,” his head perked up. Facing you, screaming, crying on the cold, concrete floor. “The secret,” he began, kneeling directly in front of you. Forcefully, he grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at his unapologetic face. Carefully, Jungkook reached into his pocket once again, this time pulling out a long needle filled with a honey-like substance. 

You didn’t have enough energy to push him away, putting the needle directly in a vein on your neck. “My actual last name isn’t Park, that was a lie...” Your vision became blurry and your head heavy, but Jungkook made you focus on him in this short time you were awake. “It’s Jeon, like the Jeon Family, Jeon.” 

“J-Jeon...mafia...,” you cued out. 

Jungkook proudly smiled to you, amazed you were able to figure that out in a drugged state,” that’s right baby. My girl, she’s so smart.” 

“Not...yours...”

“Baby, go to sleep, stop trying to fight it.” 

“Can-can’t, need to stay...aw-”

You couldn’t even get that last sentence out, quickly passing out into Jungkook’s arms from the drugs in your system. Disappointing, since you had a feeling what Jungkook was going to do to you. You knew too much, just like Suho. But no, he wasn’t going to kill you, he loved you too much for that. He wanted you all to himself. 

#bts #bts mafia #kpop #bts jungkook #bts kookie #bts network #bts net #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts imagines

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Day6 When They Fell For You

A/N: This is just for fun, I don't own these gifs or these people. We love Day6 for their talents and such... I feel like this is shitty, but I'm having fun!

Warning: Drinking and minor language.

Jae:

At your and Jae's wedding.

His vows were about how both of you crackheads met.

Around four years ago Jae went to this launch party for JYP.

You, fortunately enough, knew all the right people.

So you got an invite to this momentous party.

Momentous is an overstatement.

Of course, the party was absolutely boring.

Considering the only things to do was eat, drink, and sway to the music.

Although you were there to drool over hot guys.

Anywho, the night was so boring you took matters into your own hands.

Going over to the free bar, you grabbed as many drinks as your person could hold.

You even snuck full bottles of wine and such too...

All while Jae watched you do this.

From the other side of the party hall was Jae.

He stood tall above all of the other bandmates.

More importantly, he was utterly tired of this party.

When he saw you take all that alcohol, he knew something big was coming.

Indeed something was.

By the end of the night, you were on top of a table scream-singing Who's Your Mama by JYP himself.

The table you were standing on, by the way, was where JYP (and all the executives) were sitting.

Most people were enraged by your drunken outburst, this was a "sophisticated" party.

Sophisticated my ass

The only person who'd been laughing, enjoying you was Jae.

He couldn't help but take notice of you in general.

You were everything he wanted in a girl, short, petite, and along the lines of crackhead energy.

There was just something about you completely embarrassing yourself while drunk that made Jae swoon for you.

The vibe you were giving to him never felt better.

Although all good things must come to an end.

Security guards escorted you out, but not without a fight.

Eventually, they got you out of the venue, Jae following close behind.

Jae just wanted to make sure you were actually okay.

When he saw you outside, sitting on the ground, head against a wall.

He realized you were too drunk to walk home.

This sweet, tall, chicken boy totally took care of you.

Taking you back to his small apartment, getting you water and food, and making sure you had a place for the night.

If it wasn't for him, you would probably end up dead in a ditch.

From that day forward, Jae was determined to make you his all because of your drunk ass.

Four years later, and you're married to the Chicken.

Sungjin:

You and Sungjin have been friends for a hell of a long time.

Even before he became a trainee.

Both of you met in high school, in a music class specifically.

Ironically, you were too good at music.

Especially the part where your teacher made you sing for a grade.

Everything about your singing voice was flawed.

Your pitch was off.

Your bridges tended to fall, metophorically and phsically.

You just couldn't sing.

Long story short, Sungjin helped you with the project.

And from that unfortunate project, bloomed a long-lasting friendship.

So you thought.

A few years later...

Sungjin was now a proper musician.

Not shocking, he has brilliant talent.

You worked as a teacher.

For the sole reason you thought teachers sucked, so you wanted to prove that not all of them do.

Both you and he shared an apartment based on the closeness you had.

Sungjin performed anywhere he got the chance.

He loved his job singing and playing the guitar to songs he wrote and covers.

That boy is living his dream.

However...

With a dream, there must be an obstacle.

One night after performing at a music festival, someone had come up to him dissing his singing.

Practically telling him he's the equal of singing garbage.

SO!

When he came home that night, he was in the worst mood imaginable.

You'd never expect him to be so insecure, but he was.

One hate comment had him rethinking his career choices.

Obviously, you saw the glum face.

When you asked him what's wrong he shrugged you off, saying it was nothing.

You knew better than that. You knew him too well.

After a few minutes of annoying the shit out of him, he combusted.

He told you everything.

Your first reaction to this was to kill the guy who said this to him, but I digress.

Sungin went in a febrile, frenzy about how he nothing when it came to singing.

It broke your heart to see him like this.

You said what he needed to hear.

"You're a dumbass."

After that comment, you went into a whole rant about how talented he actually is.

Listing everything he's done to get to this point in life.

Sungjin, nonetheless, was taken aback by you.

He probably wasn't expecting your crazy ass to go off on him like that.

More importantly, your crazy ass proved that you believed in him.

At that moment, Sungjin's heart started to pound at your rant.

God, he hadn't realized it before, but you cared so damn much about him.

You believed in him.

Something took over Sungjin.

Next moment you were yelling at him for thinking lesser of his talents.

The other you were silent.

Sungjin had pulled you in for a suave kiss.

He didn't even realize he did it either.

Both of you were equally as shocked as each other.

That was the day your friendship had come crumbling down...

Younghyun:

You found Kang Younghyun immensely annoying.

And so freaking good looking.

You'd first met him in your Intro to Marketing class.

Anytime the teacher asked a question he'd raise his hand first, begging to get called on.

He definitely kissed the teacher's ass.

From day one, he would talk all the time.

Majority of the time, distracting you from the lesson on the board.

Goodness, he messed with you all the time too.

Passing notes in class to say you stunk or throwing stuff at you in class.

To say the least, you did not consider him your friend.

Even the school acknowledged that you were enemies.

In your class, he was always the top score, and you right below in second place.

You don't know why he started to pick on you.

Never understood it.

Brian, on other hand, had a different reason.

Most definitely, he didn't consider you to be a bitch.

Or even smelly.

Brian only made fun of you because he likes you.

Secretly.

It all started during freshman orientation for your college.

All those months ago, you used to be nervous about the intimidating college.

Younghyun saw you from afar.

You looked so small, in need of help.

Yet, a look of daring, confidence in your eyes.

The student council of the college decided to plan some games for the freshmen coming in.

Younghyun and you were assigned to the same group.

The whole time, his eyes were on you, feeling attracted to you.

The first game you had to do was a scavenger hunt.

You quickly became friends with some girl, going along with her.

The second game was a talent circle.

Brian sang, of course, and you sat and watched.

You didn't have a particular talent.

Then, the night winded down.

The third, and final game, was a chatting session.

All of the people in your group ate and drank together.

Together just having a bash.

Brian couldn't help it.

He had his eyes on you the whole night.

What kicked him into high gear was your laugh.

Some goofball in the group had told this story about how he shit his pants at an amusement park.

Jesus, it was such a funny story snot was shooting out of your nose.

Brian noticed the way you laughed, you didn't cover your mouth.

You didn't care what anyone thought of you.

You just let yourself have fun.

You were just his type.

Wonpil:

Weird story?

Both of you don't know each other.

One could say both of you believe in love at first sight.

I digress.

Even if you didn't know each other, both of you had something in common.

JYP Entertainment employed both of you.

Wonpil a member of Day6 being the keyboard synthesizer.

You were a girl group trainee.

Neither of you came into contact that much.

Occasionally, you'd pass by each other but wouldn't give it much thought.

Until one day...

Finally, today was the last trial before your debut.

A period of assurance that your group was good enough.

It played out like it always did, your group danced to a cover then feedback would follow.

Unfourtantly, the spotlight on you.

The officials at JYP didn't think your dancing was what it takes to be an idol.

Everyone else in your group was fine.

You weren't good enough.

Every word that came out of the judge's mouth, broke your heart.

That meant you had to stay as a trainee for even longer.

Once everyone had left the room, you broke.

Completely.

On the ground crying and everything.

It felt like, all your hard work was for nothing.

Wonpil just got done practice for a new Day6 comeback.

He was walking down the hallways of JYP's building, getting ready to eat lunch with Dowoon.

However, he was stopped.

Stopped with the sound of sobbing.

Wonpil's a nice guy, he hates to see people sad, even if he doesn't know them.

Investigating the noise he saw you.

In one of the many dance practice rooms on the ground.

At first, he thought you were in pain, quickly rushing over to you.

Then he realized you weren't

Wonpil comforted you, even if you didn't know each other.

Somehow he got the truth out of you.

His advice was good.

He told you to fight for what you loved to do.

Maybe his advice was good because he was a trainee himself before.

After you finally calmed down, Wonpil had offered you to come to dinner with him.

You accepted the offer. Becoming friends with him that day forward.

A week went by after the incident.

Wonpil, once again, was getting ready to go to dinner.

He heard loud noises.

This time it was music.

Making his way to the dance practice room, he saw you.

Going through practiced choreography

Wonpil smiled to himself, happy you didn't give up on your dream.

You looked headstrong as you danced in front of the mirror.

Determined to prove the judges wrong.

Well

There was nothing Wonpil liked more than a girl sure about her future.

Luckily he snagged your number at dinner last week.

Dowoon:

This kid is shy as hell.

It was hard for you not to fall for him first.

At last, you did not.

Like Sungjin

You guys met in high school.

Imagine Dowoon in a uniform, I'm crying🙃!

Dowoon was the quiet kid in class, he didn't get much attention for that.

You, on the other hand, were the loudest kid in class.

Constantly, you were talking and telling jokes.

Even poking fun at the teachers.

You're the life of the class.

Dowoon and you were polar opposites.

Interestingly enough, he began to like you.

Class was normal.

No one paid attention.

At the end of class was when it got interesting.

The teachers assigned students to stay after and clean up.

You and Dowoon were spontaneously picked.

Neither of you cared frankly.

After class.

Dowoon was silent, per usual, cleaning the desks off.

You were mopping the floors.

Every minute, you would throw glances in his direction.

Odd, that he didn't talk much.

You assumed he wasn't going to start a conversation.

So, you took matters into your own hands.

"What's your name?"

That was rather loud.

He replied in a near whisper.

You noticed his ears were read just by one question.

You giggled at his cuteness.

For the rest of the cleaning session, you talked his ear off.

Barely any words or sentences came out of his mouth.

You were worried, however.

You felt bad that you were talking too much.

Easily getting embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

"No, no...I don't mind."

Dowoon enjoyed the fact you talked his ear off.

Usually, kids in their class avoided him.

But you

You didn't mind talking to him.

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[dowoonie-namjoonie]

BTS (Maknae Line) Reaction to You Staring At Them

A/N: This is all just for fun, of course we love bts because they are talented and such…Also sorry if there's any mistakes, this is unedited.

Warning: Minor language and suggestive topics.

Jimin:

Working as a makeup artist for BTS wasn't the best job in the world, but it wasn't the worst. When they hired you to be Jimin and Jungkook's makeup artist, you were pleased, to say the least. You spent most of your time growing up watching the boys in awe.

Most days your job was easy, Jungkook would sit down nicely and let you do his makeup for a shoot or music video. When it came to Jimin, god, he never sat still for one minute. It was almost impossible to finish his makeup within ten-twenty minutes. And the later you finished the angrier your boss would get at you.

Today, you woke up already miserable because of what your boss had said to you. She'd said that if you took more time doing their makeup, she would be in the market for a new makeup stylist. Anyway, you made your way to work like usual, getting in the building and up to Jimin and Jungkook's room.

Both men sat in their respective seats, on their phones and occasionally talking to each other. When you walked in, you instantly made your way over to Jungkook. Placing your makeup bag on the vanity in front of him, getting all your proper accouterments out. As you were doing Jungkook's makeup, Jimin made his way over to you both. Adding comments on his makeup, or saying how good looking Jungkook was.

After a few minutes, you finished Jungkook's makeup, him leaving to do a solo photoshoot. In the meantime, you had to Jimin's makeup. Jimin who began eating a complimentary apple. You huffed out loud, it grabbing his attention.

"Mr. Park," you started, through gritted teeth. "Please...For the love of God, please sit down in the seat."

Jimin just looked at you, a glint of mischieve in his eyes. "Of course," he said, smoothly, making his way to his vanity. Moving your makeup bag to his area, you began to do his makeup. Maybe you finally got through to him, or maybe he realized how mad you were at him because he finally sat down in his seat.

As gentle as possible you rubbed in his foundation, then moving up to his eyes to add a bit of brown eye shadow to make his eyes pop, then adding some eyeliner...When you got down to his lips, you began to rub some tinted lip gloss. With your finger, softly, you rubbed the substance on his lips, staring deep within them. The color suited his face, making his lips pop. No matter how mad he made you, you had to admit he was good looking.

Suddenly you shifted your gaze, only to be met with Jimin's eyes staring right back at you. For a moment, a soft blush crept on your face. Jimin smiled cockily to himself, realizing that he could affect you like that. You backed away from him, turning to your stuff and hastily putting everything back.

"Did I do good for you," is simply what he asked.

Taehyung:

You loved your job as the director's assistant, you really did for so many reasons. One being, you admired films. Actually, you wanted to be a director when you were older, but you had to start somewhere. Plus, you got to shadow the director in your free time, learning tips from him about shooting specific scenes. The second being, you met so many celebrities. Even the ones you had a crush on, aka Kim Taehyung.

What could you say about Kim Taehyung, words can't describe his deep voice, his unique visuals, and brilliant acting. Every time he approached a new scene he gave it his all, throwing you (and everyone else) in a trance. It was like he was meant to be the character he played.

"Y/N," the director called you. He sat in his chair, in front of the main camera, flipping through the script.

"Yes sir?"

"Do me a favor and go get Taehyung for me. Tell him we're shooting his scene now."

"Of course sir."

Walking your way through the crowd of workers and actors in medieval-looking attire. You made it to Taehyung's dressing room. Before you went in you gave two soft knocks getting a monotoned "come in."

Taehyung stood tall in the mirror, reciting his lines, his black, curly hair resting untouched on his forehead. He was in this formal attire, it suited his body in every aspect of the word. Hugging him in all the right areas, shit, he was just your type.

"Is there something you needed?" He turned around with a raised brow and a hidden smirk inching onto his face.

"Um-Yea-Um," you practically had to wipe the drool off your mouth. "The director changed your s-scene to um...now."

"Oh," he bit his lip, leaning on the table in the corner of the room. Taehyung looked you up and down with a suggestive stare, you shivered under it. Feeling small. "Tell him I'll be out."

"Of course," you gulped, before quickly shutting the door and jogging back to the director. Jesus, if you were in there for one more second, you knew you would combust.

Jungkook:

The only reason you went to the gym, is because you wanted to be in shape...NOT! Of course, your original intention of going to the gym was to get in shape and finally feel good about yourself. Now it's because of a whole different reason.

There was this guy who came in every Saturday around eight A.M. He would start his morning routine off by doing some stretches, then some push-ups, pull-ups, going on the treadmill, jumping jacks, but more importantly the bench presses.

He always did those last, then he would leave to do whatever he did the rest of his day. But, dear lord, by the time he was doing jumping jacks he would sweat so much through his shirt that he would take it off completely. Yes, you knew objectifying him is disgusting, but you couldn't help it. Purposely, you would position yourself, on whatever machine you were on, to face him while he worked out.

What had you going, was when he did his bench-presses. Sweat would drip off his sculpted biceps, as he lifted the bar above his head, his calves would contract so would his six-pack. His face would be scrunched up making your mind wander to other places...

He was sculpted like a god, and maybe one of these days you'd go up to him and ask for his name plus his number. For now, you liked to ogle at him. Fantasizing about him constantly.

One day changed that completely. Both of you did your normal routines, him actually working out and you watching his actually working out. When he got to his bench pressed, you watched in-depth practically drooling at the man in front of you. You didn't even notice that he'd stopped until he pulled you out of your thoughts. Freaked out, the guy pulled his black shirt up, covering his torso up. You cooed, then saw his freaked out expression, he was blushing hardcore from your incessant staring. Of course, he was flattered that you looked at him like that, but ultimately he was embarrassed that you looked at him that way, to begin with.

Gosh, you were so embarrassed that you ran into the locker room until he left. You didn't know how you could face him now.

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[dowoonie-namjoonie]

BTS (Hyung Line) Reaction to You Staring At Them

A/N: This is all just for fun, of course we love bts because they are talented and such...

Warning: Minor language and suggestive topics.

Jin:

Coffee, you totally needed coffee to get through this shitty day you were having. Firstly your idea, which you worked so hard on, got rejected during a meeting at work. Then, your boss yelled at you because the intern failed to send a contract out to a client. So, coffee was your only way through this.

As you sipped away on the iced americano at a pastel-colored table, you saw a very attractive man. Correction, the most attractive man you've seen in awhile ordering a coffee. Staring at him, you took in his features, his pillowy lips, broad shoulders, and his intense eyebrows. You couldn't help but stare.

Suddenly, the man turned around as the woman who took his order walked away. A blush crept on your face feeling embarrassed that he caught you looking at him. When he winked at you in response to your, absent-minded, staring, you couldn't help but get up to ask him for his number. Maybe your day is beginning to turn.

Yoongi:

You've been working as a manager for BigHit for a few months now. Currently, you were called in for a very big meeting about the new upcoming Agust D album. A huge, rounded table took up most of the room. People riddled through the table with the meeting itinerary in front of them. More importantly, Yoongi himself sat at the table looking through the stack of papers too.

"Y/N," your boss noticed you, everyone turned their attention on you.

It was embarrassing for everyone to be looking at you, knowing that you were late by accident. This was a last-minute thing. "Please," he spoke up, gesturing to the empty seat at the end of the table. "Sit down."

"Yes sir," you nervously laughed but walked to the seat sitting down quietly.

Flipping through the itinerary, you noticed all the historical plans that Agust D wanted to do for his new music video. By the time you got to the last page, your boss began to talk, turning off the lights switching on a presentation. He began talking all of you guys through it, but you couldn't seem to focus on him. Instead, you noticed Yoongi's hair. Instead of blonde, it was now raven, black. Suiting his flawless pale skin.

Yoongi felt eyes on the back of his head, spinning his head around he was face to face with you. You tried to play it off best you could, as if you were looking at the presentation rather than him. He knew that you were checking him out, and guess what? He was checking you out too.

J-Hope:

Being a trainee at BigHit was exhausting, constantly you (and the rest of the girls in your group) practiced twenty-four seven. Only because of your lovely dance teacher, none other than J-Hope. He'd been told the new idol group ready to debut was in desperate need of help, unfortunately for you guys, all of you had to work double. Doing extreme things, but worst of all he singled you out all the damn time.

Sure, you weren't that good at dancing, but still, you always tried your best because this was your passion. Every time he made you feel little, he just made you irate constantly. One day made you enraged, he dismissed everyone to go eat besides you.

"Why do I have to stay," you sassily remarked, feeling frustration flood in you.

"You need more work on the breakdance portion, once you get the hip part right I'll let you go. Deal?"

"Whatever..."

Jhope rolled his eyes, walking over to the speaker and playing your girl group song. Both of you went through the dance like normal doing the normal twists and pops, but once the break dancing part came out he paused the music.

"Watch me," he'd said simply. Of course, you obliged but annoyed that you had no say.

He was smooth, his hips moving back and forth to the beat. A mirror stood tall in front of him, through it you watched him intently. His hips swaying, it was almost entrancing. Watching the sweat rush down his neck, into his shirt, down to his hips...God, he was a sight to behold.

"Did you get that," he spoke up, eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of both of you.

"Um-what!" You knocked yourself out of the fantasy you were having of Jhope. He could read you like a book, knowing the real reason why you watched him so heavily. It wasn't because you were learning the dance...it was something completely different.

"Why don't I show you," he reminded the music, walking over to you.

"What do you mean," you spoke, almost in a whisper.

Placing his calloused hands on your hips, he guided you lightly to the beat of the music. Maybe, he wasn't as bad as you thought he was.

Namjoon:

There was this huge AP World History assignment that was due in two days. One that would make our break your grade for the whole year. Fortunately, unfortunately, you had no clue what the hell the Vietnam War was actually about. Some would call you stupid, but you would call yourself ignorant.

Anyway, you made your way to the public library just down the street from your college. The library seemed like a desolate place, no one really ever went there because people don't read anymore. But hey, you rather have a paper copy of the Vietnam Wars than looking it up on the internet.

Making your way around the silent, dusty rows of books. You finally landed near the history section. Looking around you finally found the v section. Pulling out different books, looking at the title, then reading the first few pages was the only way you could find the book you needed. Typically, you'd ask the woman at the front desk, but no one was there when you arrived.

After ten minutes of searching, you finally found the perfect book. Perfect may be an overstatement, this book was huge and the cover almost falling off. Did anyone clean this library or was it naturally this dusty? You stood up on your tippy-toes, grabbing the book right off the self. For a split second, you saw a man's face behind the book. As you took the book down you were face to face with a man. He was immensely in-depth with the book he was reading, his face scrunched processing the words he was reading, but every once in awhile an adorable, dimpled smile plastered on his face.

Maybe you stood there for too long, way too long because he noticed it without looking up.

"Like what you see," he said, making you jump back at the sudden noise. Was it always this hushed in the library?

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[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Day6 Reaction to You Pranking Them

This is my first post, but don't worry there's more interesting things to come! Enjoy! Sorry if it sucks, but oh well!

Warning: Some minor language!

Backstory:

Any moment now your boyfriend was about to walk through the door. Last week he'd pulled a horrible prank on you by dying all your white clothes pink. Even though you made them buy you new clothes, it still wasn't enough to enact your revenge.

Sungjin:

Sitting on the living room couch, you finally heard the front door open. With anticipation coursing through you, you jumped up making your way to your boyfriend's presence. He looked tired, per usual, you almost felt bad until you remembered what he did to your precious clothes.

"Sungjin, you're home!"

He turned around facing you, a brow quirked up because he couldn't tell why you were so excited.

"Hey babe," he said, coming over to you and kissing your forehead like he usually does. He would hug you, but he wasn't a fan of skinship so a kiss would suffice.

"How was work," you asked, walking over to the kitchen as he did the same.

Every time he comes home from work he grabs some juice, but luckily you had already poured him a glass of "juice". Making it over to the kitchen before he did, you held up the prepared glass.

"Already poured you some," you said, trying to hide the laugh bubbling up. Knowing that it wasn't juice in the glass.

"Okay?" Sungjin strutted towards you, cautiously taking the glass out of your hand. Usually, you hadn't done this, but he thought maybe you were just being nice to him. "Thanks, babe."

"Anything for my man," you kissed him on the cheek, walking away with a smirk on your face.

Without another thought, he took a sip of the juice tasting the savory flavors of it. That's when he realized chunks of chicken settled at the bottom.

"What the hell! Is this chicken fat!"

You couldn't help but giggle.

Jae:

There was nothing Jae loved more than his "well-thought-out" game set up. After the event of the last week, you decided on the perfect prank to do on Jae. That night Jae was out with the rest of the members, just to discuss some ideas for their new comeback. By the time he got home, he was exhausted to hear anything business-related, instead, he just wanted to play Among Us on twitch.

"Baby, hey," he walked through the door. Instantly he noticed the mood in the air and the guilty look on your face. "What's wrong?"

Gently, he held you by your shoulders, swiftly pulling you into a hug. Jae thought about the worst scenarios, that someone died or you got fired from your job. So, comforting you was the only thing he could do. Little did he know...

"Jae, I'm sorry," you began. Jae pulled you out of the hug to look at your face, he saw a tear run down your cheek. "I broke your computer."

"W-What!" He yelled at you, pushing you back a little bit from the shock of what you'd said. "How?"

"I was playing one of your games," you sobbed, fakely. "Then I got killed, so I threw the controller at the computer. It shattered."

Man, were you good at acting. Because 100% Jae believed it. "Y/N, seriously why the hell would you throw something at it!" Jae walked past you, further into both of yours apartment to see his busted up computer. When he saw that indeed his computer wasn't broken, a switch flipped in his head. He realized you were getting him back.

"Son of a-Y/N you're so dead!"

Brian:

Brian instantly fell asleep when he got home, passed out on the living room couch. This was the perfect time to begin your plan. Getting up from the couch (which you both were on), you tiptoed your way to the kitchen. Specifically, to the cabinet below the sink where you had stashed a super soaker.

You pre-filled it before he got home. Originally you were going to attack him as soon as he got in, but he literally passed out right away. Plus he looked like a cute, little puppy in his sleep, so you didn't want to wake him.

Taking the water gun out, you sneakily made your way back into the living room. Soft snores filled the room it seemed so peaceful. One minute it was quiet and the next you were jumping in the room guns a-blazing. Your playful screams echoed through the room, everything getting wet as you shot your boyfriend out of revenge.

When you stopped you noticed something. After all of that, the ambushing, screaming and shooting him with water. He was still dead asleep.

"I hate him so much," you whined, before officially accepting you can't get back at him.

Wonpil:

Your prank was so evil, you just had to admit it. Firstly, you had your ten-month anniversary. You guys were at home instead of going to an expensive dinner, that's what he wanted. And honestly, you didn't mind a movie cuddle night. Throughout the night, you pumped your baby up with liquids. Hoping later he would have to go to the bathroom.

"I can't believe it's been ten months," Wonpil raised a glass, with an adorable smile on his face.

"It doesn't feel that long ago when you tripped me by accident, then asked me out to make me feel better."

Wonpil blushed, remembering the past with pure embarrassment because honestly, he didn't mean to trip you. Or even ask you out, but it just turned out that way instead. And it was in both of your benefits.

"To many more years," he cheered, quickly shoving the past away.

"To many more...," you mimicked.

Both of your glasses clinked in succession, in return both of you took a swig of the wine in the glasses. You hissed a little at the bitter taste, Wonpil was a wine drinker, not you.

"Should we start the movie, because dinner's still in the over-"

"That's fine honey," he interrupted you, abruptly getting up from the couch. "Just let me go to the bathroom first."

"Okay," you smiled softly at him. Trying not to give away anything about your master prank.

Wonpil started walking to the bathroom just down the hallway. You mischievous smirked to yourself knowing that things were going to get messy. Considering you wrapped the toilet seats in clear plastic wrap. A few moments later you heard your boyfriend scream, of course, a cute Wonpil scream. If that's even possible, but you succeeded none the less.

Dowoon:

Your prank came to you after watching some Youtube videos. You found it hard to prank Dowoon because you didn't want to see him upset. But after he ruined your favorite top, you refused to show any mercy.

After Dowoon went to work you set everything up. You planned to ignore him for the whole night, acting as if he never existed. To help with this prank you took down some photos of him, and even tried acting in the mirror.

A few hours later he came home, he walked through the house normally. Upon seeing some of the walls that were usually plastered with pictures, now empty. Only pictures of you and your family were up, even your shared dog.

"Y/N," Dowoon's deep voice echoed through the house.

Suddenly, he grew concerned, pacing through the house looking for you everywhere. Only to find you on your computer, probably doing work or something, in the back bedroom. He sighed, finally relieved that you weren't dead or that someone broke into the house.

"Aish," he began to whine. "Y/N why didn't you answer me when I called for you-" Hearing him whine like that, like a child, almost made you giggle at his cuteness. But, you held strong for the sake of revenge. "Why are all the pictures of you and I taken down?"

Making his way over to you, he stood behind you, placing his head on yours with adorable intentions. "Y/N," he looked down at you, seeing you typing away.

"Y/N," he repeated, but still you didn't answer. Looking around you, he saw you were wearing no headphones, so why you couldn't hear him was beyond him.

Concerned he shook your shoulder, repeating your name, still, you held your head high. Working further into your work assignment. Dowoon wasn't dumb though, he knew what you were trying to do, he knew that you were trying to get back at him.

"Ah," he stood up, backing away from you. "I see...What a wonderful gift you're giving me Y/N."

He teased you, you perked up a little, listening to what he had to say.

"Finally I can go to bed without you nagging me," he said, jumping in the bed behind you.

Even if he was teasing you, you couldn't help but say something back to him. No matter how much it pained you to do so. "Ah, you little shit!" You spun in your chair, pouching on him pinning him on the bed, he only laughed knowing he won yet again.

#kpop #day6 #day6 wonpil #day6 brian #day6 younghyun #day6 fluff #couple pranks #day6 sungjin #day6 young k #young k #ot5 #day6 jae #day6 imagines

[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Masterlist

Nothing I write is supposed to be harmful or offensive in any way, shape, or form. Every scenario is fiction and comes straight from my noggin.

Started: 02/13/2021

Day6

~Fanfiction Series~

~Park Sungjin~

-Not Fine

~Park Jaehyung~

-Your First Time (Jae Edition) 

~Kang Younghyun~

~coming soon~

~Kim Wonpil~

~coming soon~

~Yoon Dowoon~

~coming soon~

~OT5~

-Day6 Reaction to You Pranking Them -When They Fell For You -Day6 Finding Out You’re Pregnant

BTS

~Fanfiction Series~

~Kim Seokjin~

-Excuse Me, Sir!

~Min Yoongi~

~coming soon~

~Jung Hoseok~

~coming soon~

~Kim Namjoon~

~coming soon~

~Park Jimin~

~coming soon~

~Kim Taehyung~

~coming soon~

~Jeon Jungkook~

-He Knew Too Much (Mafia)

~OT7~

-BTS (Hyung Line) Reaction to You Staring At Them

-BTS (Maknae Line) Reaction to You Staring At Them

-BTS Yandere Types

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