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Behind The Mask//PJM (2/3)

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Stylist + Enemies AU

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I'm weak for the enemies to lovers trope so do that lol Jimin x Y/n An Idol AU where Y/n is Jimin's makeup artist and they hate each other (you can decide why) A title idea could be "Behind his Mask"

PLEASE I just read through it all again and this whole thing is so chaotic I don't even know what I'm doing

This might sound dumb but this is one of my favourite oneshots because it's so crackheaded

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You yawned and walked backstage. Most of the members were already there and they greeted you warmly, making you smile.

You hadn't seen them for a while. They didn't have many performances in the past few days and you also worked for the other artists in Bighit. It was nice seeing them after so long.

"Hi~" Someone wrapped their arms around you from behind, resting their chin on your shoulder.

"What the-"

You pushed him off lightly, turning around to face none other than the Park Jimin.

"Come on," he pouted. "Aren't we dating now?"

"That's what the world thinks, unfortunately." You sighed and turned around.

"Why are you acting like that's a bad thing?"

"Because you're going to keep annoying me."

"Correct." He winked at you and sat down in his chair, spinning around in it.

You stopped the chair and made him face towards the mirror. He frowned, tapping his hands on the desk.

"You're energetic today."

"Mhm."

"Any reason?"

"Because I got to see you after so long."

You poked him with the brush, making him scowl. "Talk again and I'll make sure your makeup is ruined."

"You wouldn't. You have too much pride to do that," he laughed.

Godammit he was right.

After the performance he came backstage and immediately ran towards you. He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you. Ignoring your heart (which annoyingly felt like it was going to burst) you decided to lead with a good old observation.

"AGH you're sweaty." You words were muffled into his shirt.

"I know."

"Stop being weird," you muttered, pulling yourself away and trying to hide your flustered face. "Why are you being nice all of a sudden."

"I was always nice. You were the asshole."

"As if."

He smiled, then looked around to check if anyone was watching. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you out the door.

"Hey-"

"Shh I wanna ask you something."

He ran down the hallway, looking for some place you could talk without being interrupted.

"This place is fine," he muttered, opening a closet.

"Hell no."

"Get in before anybody sees."

"I refuse-"

Two minutes later you were both huddled in the closet. You were glaring at him but he didn't seem to notice.

"What was so secret that you had to shove me into a closet?"

"Uhm..."

"What?"

"I just wanted to... show you this... without anyone else seeing. The others would make fun of me."

"What is it?"

He pulled out his phone and slowly turned the screen towards you. It was his texts with his mother.

Mom: You have a girlfriend!?

Mom: Park Jimin how dare you not tell me

Mom: I'm disowning you

You: Mom???

You: You can't disown me

Mom: Try me

You: Mom wait

You: What if I told you she's not actually my girlfriend?

Mom: My son???

Mom: Using some poor girl for clout??

Mom: No

You: What do you mean no??

Mom: I want to meet her

Mom: I haven't seen Y/n in so long

Mom: She was always so sweet

You: SHE TRIED TO KILL ME

You: And how did you know it was Y/n?

Mom: You deserved it

Mom: You were an idiot child

Mom: And honey

Mom: I've been hearing rants about Y/n since the day you started school

Mom: I know who she is

You: This whole thing is fake

You: She's not my girlfriend

Mom: You can't deny love, Jimin

Mom: I want to meet her

You: Mom p l e a s e

"You used to rant about me?" You asked him, amused.

He snatched the phone away, annoyed. "You weren't supposed to read that far."

"Why are we in a closet again?"

"Because if the others heard us talking about this they'd never let me hear the end of it."

"I don't follow. Why?"

"Because... if my mom wants to see you it means she wants us to get married."

"She wants WHAT!?"

Jimin clasped a hand over you mouth, shushing you.

"She's going to get me married the first chance she gets and the others know that," he whispered, not moving away. His hand was still over your mouth and you were way too close in this cramped closet.

You licked his hand, making him shout and pull his hand away.

"Jimin?"

"What."

"You can deal with this on your own."

You opened the closet and stepped out, making sure to lock him inside.

This wasn't your problem. His mother wants him to marry? Good for him. You could grab some popcorn and watch it all happen. "When do you think the janitors will find you?" You asked him, knocking on the door. You received a scream.

Good enough.

You walked away happily, practically skipping down the corridor. He deserved it for acting all sweet earlier.

Five hours later a noticeably dishevelled Jimin slammed open the door to TXT's styling room. All five of the poor boys jumped, swivelling round to stare at Jimin.

"Jimin hyung?" Soobin asked, shocked.

"Somebody told me the witch would be here."

"The witch-?"

Jimin was promptly pushed out by TXT's manager, complaining that they were on a tight schedule and Jimin was interrupting. Jimin waited patiently outside the styling room, not moving until he saw the staff and members come out.

"Y/n's not here," Beomgyu smiled, seeing Jimin.

"Are you kidding me!?" He shouted and walked away, muttering to himself.

Taehyun waited until Jimin had left, then whispered to Beomgyu, "How much did Y/n pay you to dress up as a staff and tell Jimin she'd be here?"

"35 thousand won. Absolutely worth it."

Jimin had pried your address out of a very amused Taehyung, who was probably the second closest to you out of all of them.

He was at your house now, knocking at your door.

He heard a crash and in a few seconds the door was open. You stood there, staring up at him.

"Oh, hi."

"You locked me in a closet."

"So I did."

"For five hours."

"Damn, I thought you'd be there till night." He opened his mouth to shout at you but you interrupted him. "See, I'm very busy right now, so it's best if you go."

"No."

You raised your eyebrow at him and shut the door. He blocked it with his foot.

You kept eye contact with him and smiled. Without breaking your gaze you opened the door wider, then smashed it into his foot, making him yelp. He put one hand on the door and pushed it open, glancing behind you. He momentarily forgot all about being mad at you, and just looked confused as he looked at the mess.

"What have you been doing here?"

You stepped aside so he could see better.

"I was trying to create the ultimate board game by putting them all together, but you surprised me and I toppled them all over."

"This is what you were busy doing?"

"Uhhh yes? Wanna help? I'll let you play."

Jimin thought about it for a second, then stepped in. "We're continuing this conversation afterwards."

"Sure," you smiled, closing the door.

Jimin kneeled on the floor, cringing as the suit he was wearing touched the floor.

"My stylist will kill me if this gets dirty."

"Why are you still wearing that?"

"You locked me in a closet. How was I supposed to change?"

"Right..."

You rushed upstairs and grabbed some clothes from your roommate's room, tossing them into Jimin's arms.

"Clean yourself up, you stink."

"No."

Two minutes later he was back in more comfortable clothes and relatively less stinky. You two got to work, placing all the board games on top of each other, side to side, wherever they would fit. You were trying to create the biggest Monopoly board ever. It wasn't until Jimin pointed out that you didn't have extra stations and stuff that you need in Monopoly that you decided to switch plans.

"Look at this marble," you said, holding one up.

"Hey, didn't you steal that from me in fourth grade!?"

"Not important. We're going to get this baby from there-" you pointed to the top of the stairs, "-to there-" you pointed to kitchen, "-all the way back here. Or wherever it reaches."

"Are you sure you have enough board games and straws?"

You smiled mischievously. "Boy, this isn't even half of them."

You two set to work, cutting straws in half for the marble to travel on. You and your roommate had collected all this random shit for no reason, including straws, papers, post-it-notes belonging to other people, rocks, tapes, silly string cans, empty cans, literally anything you could get your hands on. Now it was all starting to be worth something.

"My roommate is going to be so mad they missed this," you said form the top of the stairs once you two were done.

"You have a roommate? Makes sense. No way you could afford a nice house like this," Jimin said form next to you.

"What, you thought those clothes were mine?"

"Yeah? Now that I think about it there's no way you could have this kind of fashion sense."

"Fuck you. WAIT!" You stopped him from dropping the marble. "We need someone to record this."

"Taehyung?"

"He'll knock it all over accidently."

"Jin? He's flexible, he can dodge the stuff."

"He'll knock it over on purpose."

"Jungkook."

"Jungkook," you nodded.

In a few minutes Jungkook was at your house. He opened the door and you two immediately started shouting for him to stop so he wouldn't knock over the path going in front of the door.

"Woah," he whispered, ducking under it. "What's this?"

"You need to be the cameraman," Jimin said. "Get up here."

Jungkook obliged, taking out his phone. Jimin dropped the marble and you both realised you had made the right choice calling him. He was the only one who could dodge neatly through the mess while recording it perfectly.

Once it was finished he showed you the end result and you and Jimin started screaming, hugging each other.

"WE DID IT!!"

"HELL YEAH WE DID IT!!"

"Hey, I kinda recorded the whole thing," Jungkook pointed out. You told Jungkook he could help himself to the food in the fridge as a thanks, which he was surprisingly satisfied with.

"We did it," you repeated, staring at the mess around you in awe. "I'm not gonna clean this. I'm just- we're gonna live with this."

"A masterpiece," Jimin breathed.

"Masterpiece."

"You guys are still hugging, you know that right?" Jungkook said with a mouth full of burger.

"Hush," Jimin whispered. "It doesn't matter."

For once you were willing to let it happen. So what if you were hugging him? Look at what he had just helped you do.

"I think I'm tearing up," you said, wiping away fake tears.

"What a beautiful sight."

"You guys are insane." Jungkook shook his head, snapping a picture of you two.

"Hush."

The marble ride incident is something that you Jimin boasted about for the rest of the month. Stupid antics pushed aside, you both gushed with pride whenever you saw each other. Jimin had completely forgot about being locked in the closet, which was another bonus (and the reason you kept talking about the marble ride, in hopes that he wouldn't remember)

You two finally shut up about it when Jia threatened to crack your kneecaps, which deeply disturbed the both of you but you weren't going to question it.

So how were things a few month later? Had Jimin, and the rest of the world, finally shut up about you two fake dating?

Haha no

Not even a bit

Jimin still pestered you about it, hugging you and taking your hand randomly. The only reason you hadn't punched him yet was because you didn't want to get fired. You had been lucky the first time, if someone caught you punching Park Jimin, well... game over.

The only good thing was that he was becoming a little more bearable by the day. You two didn't squabble nearly as much, and you sometimes—only sometimes—played along with the fake dating thing. It was fun when you were both joking about it.

Had you been recognized? Twice. Two horrifying times you had been stopped in the street because you were wearing the same clothes you had worn in the video, and fans could recognise you by your chin apparently. Your roommate helped you burn those clothes after the second incident.

Jimin... wasn't all bad? (That still hurt to say) Turns out he could not be an asshole sometimes. You still had no idea why he was so obsessed with the fake dating thing, but you had come up with three conclusions.

1. He's a hopeless romantic

2. He's gone insane

3. He's simply obsessed with you because who isn't? (Most likely this one)

"Y/n?" he asked, coming up behind you backstage.

"Hm?"

"I've got a question."

"Is it to do with you mother and the marriage thing?" You asked. turning around.

"Nah I dealt with that, no thanks to you," he huffed. "Uhm, anyway..."

"Yeah?"

He took something out of his pocket and held it out to you. You looked down at the two movie tickets in his hand then back up to him with narrowed eyes.

"What kind of prank is this?"

"I am offended. Can't a guy take his girlfriend out on a date?"

You turned around and started walking away, but he laughed and grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "Sorry, sorry, I'll stop saying that... for now- UM anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me?"

"Why?" You stared at him intently, as if his ulterior motives would be pasted on to his eyes.

"Because... uh-"

You looked down at the tickets and snatched them out of his hands, staring at them closely.

"My Little Pony: Equestria Girls." You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I was supposed to go with my niece but she got sick and can't go."

"Okay and where do I come in this?"

"Well, I paid good money for these tickets, right?"

"You're literally a millionaire," you pointed out, sitting down on the sofa.

"Yeah but my niece specifically asked me to go to the movies with someone else instead." He sat down on the sofa next to you. "And she said, and I quote, 'Go with you dumb girlfriend.'"

"Wow. Rude."

"No, it was supposed to be a compliment. She thinks you're dumb for dating me and not someone 'more in your league' or something like that."

"I'm touched but... I've already watched it," you muttered, turning your face away.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU WATCH MY LITTLE PONY!?" He screamed, jumping off of the sofa.

"SINCE DAY!"

He groaned and grabbed your shoulders. "Y/n, Y/n out of all the movies you could've watched-"

"I never said I wouldn't watch it again. Let's go I wanna see Rainbow Dash."

"I- okay? Which one's Rainbow Dash again?"

You smiled, averting your eyes. "The purple one."

"No she's the blue one you uncultured swine! With the rainbow hair-" Jimin screamed.

"Well this uncultured swine just just exposed your My Little Pony fanboy ass. Let's go."

"It's a date then."

"I'm coming for Spike and Spike only."

"We'll see about that," he smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you out.

An hour later Jimin was hugging you, his head resting on your shoulder. Was this a sweet moment? Not at all, he was laughing uncontrollably. You were doing your best to look disappointed but even you had to crack a smile.

You two had gotten kicked out of the cinema for shouting- ahem- 'obscene remarks' at the screen.

"Jimin, think of all the traumatized children in the cinema," you whispered, biting your lip to stop yourself form saying anything further. It didn't work. "They're going to thinking of you thirsting over-"

"Shhh." He put a hand over your mouth, unable to control his own giggles. "Not out loud."

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered, taking his hand away, trying in vain to hide your smile.

"I didn't mean any of it. I've just always wanted to interrupt a movie at the cinemas."

"Yeah right. Like you don't dream of-"

"Not out loud," he hissed, "If anyone knew I pretended to thirst over a kids show-"

"Pretended, sure."

He winked at you, taking you hand without really thinking.

"What now?"

You casually slipped your hand out of his and patted his shoulder.

"Now we find you a body pillow," you said, walking to you car and getting in the driver's seat.

"I- That actually sounds pretty cool let's do that."

"I'm kidding you pervert, we're getting ice cream."

"How do I know you won't poison me?"

"I really should after what you just did."

"But you won't."

"But I won't."

Eating ice cream and fangirling over My Little Pony with your long-term enemy. That's definitely something you never thought you'd do.

"Y/n, do you still hate me?" He asked out of the blue.

"Uh..."

He smiled, scrunching his nose. "Is that a no?"

"You're not... all bad."

"So you're finally willing to accept me as your boyfriend?"

"Keep trying," you scoffed, shovelling ice cream into you mouth.

"Hey you're finishing all of it!" Jimin whined.

"Why do you think I bought ten more boxes?"

"Can I eat out of my own box?"

"No."

Instead of buying small cups or cones of ice cream like normal people, you two had decided to buy these huge tubs. Now you were sitting on your sofa, squabbling over a box and completely ignoring the show you had started watching on Netflix.

"Y/n?" He asked once more.

"Say one more thing and I'm knocking your teeth out."

"Wow, okay. Rude."

You two finally got back to watching the drama you had left, fighting with each other now and then for another scoop of ice cream.

Finally at night you kicked him out of the house, letting him take your car to drive to his dorms.

The next day Jimin burst open the door to the styling room, alerting everyone that he was here.

"You good?" You asked him, amused.

"You know me, always looking for attention." He fluttered his eyelids, tucking a hand under his chin. "Here are your keys. Your car's outside near the 'no parking' sign."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

You rolled your eyes and snatched your keys from him, stuffing them into your pocket. "I give you my car and this is how you repay me."

He smiled and sat down in front of the mirror. "There is one way I can repay you, if you want."

"You have my attention." You picked up the makeup brush and started doing his makeup.

"Mario kart at the dorms."

"After the award show?"

"Uh doy."

You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror. "What's the catch?"

His lips parted into a smile. "You know me too well. The only catch is... well, be my friend. Let's stop with this rivals thing. It's getting tiring."

Hoseok whistled in the next seat over, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his cheek on his fist. "Is this a relationship development I see?"

"Mind your own business," Jimin snapped. "As you can see my friends now are... less than satisfactory," he added, lifting his head to look up at you.

"Stop with the business talk, I'm in."

"You are!?" He swiveled round in his chair, nearly cracking his neck in the process.

"The only friend I have is Jia and I'm 90% percent sure she's getting sick of me. Oh, and I guess my roommate counts."

"Seven years together and I'm still not counted as a friend," Taehyung muttered. "The amount of disrespect-"

"Hush, boy. Oh, and Jimin? You still haven't given back my roommate's clothes."

"Do they want them back?" He asked, turning his chair back around.

"Yeah."

"I'm not giving them."

"It's been two seconds and you're already starting a new rivalry," you scoffed.

He pinched your cheek, amused. "My dear Y/n, life is nothing without drama."

Maybe that was why your heart had suddenly decided to go against all your morals and catch feelings.

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jeojahari · 3 years

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LMAO PLEASE this is really funny i can't wait for a part three ??!!!!! ayo if you have a taglist please add me i can't wait for what's next !

Behind The Mask//PJM (1/3)

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Stylist + Enemies AU

Requested

I'm weak for the enemies to lovers trope so do that lol Jimin x Y/n An Idol AU where Y/n is Jimin's makeup artist and they hate each other (you can decide why) A title idea could be "Behind his Mask"

I actually rewrote the ENTIRE thing cause I wasn't satisfied with it. I like this version much better. (Most of it is crack I'm sorry)

There's a bit of swearing so watch out. And just them annoying the crap out of each other in the most childish ways possible.

This first chapter is weird but I PROMISE it gets better.

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You stood there with all the other stylists, your hands behind your back. You were tapping your feet on the floor nervously, waiting for Sejin to say something.

"Alright," Sejin, the rookie group's manager finally said, looking down at his clipboard then back up to you. "You all are going to be the stylists of the new rookie group, BTS, okay? Today's their debut performance so don't mess up."

You nodded enthusiastically along with all of the others beside you.

Sejin opened the one door leading out the room, and in walked the seven boys you were going to work with, hopefully for the rest of their career.

"Hello, we are... BTS! Please treat us well."

You and the rest of the staff bowed as well, but you didn't bow your head. You didn't mean to be rude, it's just that your eyes were locked onto a single figure, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was doing the same, staring at you as he bowed, still staring when he went back upright.

Sejin handed each of you a paper showing you your schedules. You finally tore your eyes away from the boy and looked down at the paper in your hands. Your fingers curled as you read the first name for today, crushing the paper into a crumpled mess. You looked back up, the boy had stepped forwards. Seeing you look so agitated, he walked towards you. His lips turned up into an amused smile as he leaned forward and whispered in that stupid voice of his that made your hair stand on end.

"Y/n. It's been a while." He smiled, waiting for your response.

"Jimin."

"Hm?"

"Fuck off."

You linked your hands together, stretching your arms above your head, sighing quietly once you heard the small 'crack' sound.

You eyes followed a girl who had just walked into the staff breakroom, as did the eyes of all the other staff. She looked young, with her hair dyed blonde.

"Hi, I'm- I'm new here. I'm part of the stylist team, nice to meet you."

You smiled and stood up, extending your hand. "I'm Y/n."

"I'm Younghee."

"Cute."

You were sitting backstage now, your arms crossed. You were supposed to be waiting for the boys to come, but you had started nodding off. What could you say? It was 3am and way too early to be doing makeup. You wondered how the boys were going to manage dancing at this time, but before you knew it you had slipped into your dream world, curling up on the sofa.

"Baby~" You heard someone whisper. You moved your head away from the sound but whoever it was cupped your face, making you freeze.

You opened your eyes, only to come nose-to-nose with none other than Park Jimin. His smile looked sweet enough but you recognized that evil glare in his eyes.

You let out a shout and sat up, ripping his hand away from your face and aiming a kick at his shin. This time it was his turn to shout. He started hopping on one foot and holding his shin dramatically.

"What were you doing!?" You shouted at him.

"Waking you up! You didn't have to kick my shin you moron! You broke it!!"

"It isn't broken you idiot! And why would you-"

"Nope," came Seokjin's voice from behind. "I'm not dealing with this today. Both of you shut up or I'm telling Sejin."

"You wouldn't," Jimin whispered, narrowing his eyes.

"Try me."

Jimin stamped his foot, glaring at Seokjin. You came to stand next to him and stared down at his feet. "I thought your shin was broken."

"Huh? It is, you broke it."

"You literally just stamped your foot."

"But it's still broken."

"No it's not you asshole."

"Bitch."

"Motherf-"

"What did I say!?" Seokjin screamed from behind, grabbing both of your ears. "It's 3am so for the love of god GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!"

You both wrenched yourselves out of his grasp, snarling at him. He narrowed his eyes at both of you and walked away to his own makeup artist, keeping a close eye on both of you in the mirror.

Jimin sat down in his own chair and you came behind him.

"What are you performing today?"

"Don't ask me."

"Jimin just answer the question. What's the concept?"

"Shouldn't you know?"

"I swear to god-"

You turned to the makeup artist next to you, your friend Jia, and raised your eyebrows. She stifled a laugh and passed you a sheet with all the details printed out on it. You looked at it and picked up the makeup brush and got started.

You conversation while you were doing his makeup was... eventful.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful."

"Shut up."

"You're hurting me."

"I haven't even started."

"But you hurt me, right here." He clasped a hand over his heart and looked up at you dramatically.

"Oh my god can you not?"

"No."

"Idiot."

"Can't think of a better insult?"

"I can think of several but your oh-so-precious ears aren't accustomed to the truth."

"Try me, princess."

"Call me that one more time, I dare you."

"Princess~"

"Shorty."

"I'm taller than you!"

"By a centimetre. If I wear high heels I'll be taller you asshole."

"Oh yeah? Well I-"

You looked up and noticed Seokjin in the mirror way too late. Before you knew it he had grabbed the back of your neck and Jimin's hair, pushing both of your heads down. "Can you two shut tHE FUCK UP!!?"

You flopped down on the sofa, leaning your head back. You rubbed your eyes with one hand, the other travelled down to your pocket where you pulled out your phone.

You turned it on and let out a shout, staring at your lockscreen. It was a picture of you and Jimin, a selfie you had been forced to take with him on valentine's day. Jimin must have gotten your phone and changed it to annoy you, though how he knew your password, only God knows.

The story behind the picture? Some people had been playing spin the bottle. It was Jimin's turn to spin and Jia pulled you down as you were walking past, just in time for the bottle to land on you. You and Jimin had refused to kiss, literally fought with anyone who tried to make you, so in the end you made a deal. If you two could take a selfie together without squabbling or fighting just once, they would let it pass.

A dumb deal, I know. But to the others it was heaven. You two were always fighting, so to get a picture of you two smiling together? The ultimate blackmail.

"Ooh can I see?" Younghee grabbed your phone, turning it towards her. You pulled it back, flustered.

"It's not what it looks like!"

"Really? Hmm, why do you and Jimin have a selfie together? And why is it your lockscreen?"

"It's- well, it's a long story."

"What do you think about Jimin?"

Huh? That was random. But you wanted to make sure she didn't get any weird ideas so you explained anyway, in the kindest way possible.

"I hate him. I hate his guts. He's such an asshole, I swear to God. I wish he would just fuck off-"

"Y/N!! Let's go monitor their performance!" Jia shouted suddenly, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the monitor where you could watch BTS perform.

"What the hell?" You asked her once you were there, wrenching your arm away. "What was that about?"

"You can't just go around saying stuff like that! She's new, she's not used to you two fighting all the time. She'll get the wrong idea!"

"What wrong idea? I hate him, that's that."

"Are you kidding me!? Did you even hear yourself? You sound like one of those haters asking Jimin to leave the group."

"I don't want him to leave the group!" You shouted, aghast. "He's annoying sure, but he worked hard for that place!"

"But she doesn't know that. Just... be careful."

"Okay," you whispered, turning back to the monitor. You couldn't believe she might actually think you want him to leave the group. You weren't that cruel.

The next day you arrived at the building, rubbing your eyes sleepily. You were going to enter the staff breakroom, but Jia called out your name, eyes wide open as she stared at you. She started walking towards you, but she didn't reach in time.

Somebody grabbed your arm and pulled you away. You were pushed into another room. You stumbled and tripped, but before you hit the ground the same person grabbed your arm once more, pulling you upright and pinning you against the wall.

"What the fuck-"

You focused yourself and saw Jimin. He had his arms on the wall on either side of you. You tried to duck under them but he grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back. You looked up at him, glaring. You couldn't quite make out his expression. He looked angry. That was it, just pure anger.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

"Shut up- just shut up, Y/n. You're such an idiot."

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Wait."

"Don't tell me to wait-"

He put one hand over your mouth, glancing towards the door. You licked his hand, making him scream and pull it away. His grip on you was still way too fucking strong.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, glaring.

"You really don't know? God, how thick can you get."

"Let go of me-"

"Just look," he hissed.

He pulled out his phone and shoved the screen towards you, playing a video. His grip on you never wavered.

Your eyes widened as you recognized the person in the video. It was... you? It only showed the bottom half of you, however it was dangerously close to revealing your face. You recognized Younghee's hand pulling your phone towards the camera hidden in her shirt pocket, showing off the Jimin lockscreen.

"No," you whispered. "No, no, no, no..."

"What do you think about Jimin?" Younghee asked from the phone.

"I hate him. I hate his guts. He's such an asshole, I swear to God. I wish he would just fuck off-"

Jia shouted something and pulled you away, leaving Younghee fumbling with the camera.

You looked up at Jimin, who stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean for this to happen. I- wait, how many people have seen it? There's still time to delete it, right?"

He bit his lip and looked down, shaking his head. The anger had vanished from his eyes and only pity remained.

"Oh God... what am I gonna do?" You whispered, your voice trembling. You had meant it as a joke, well, most of it. You hadn't thought it would be leaked

"I um... I dealt with it." Jimin muttered.

"You did?"

"Yeah but uh... I panicked. And I may have messed up."

You face fell. "How bad?"

For the first time in forever you watched his face flush, not because you had said something to embarrass him, but he was genuinely blushing.

"I told them... that you were my girlfriend."

"You WHAT!?"

"I panicked!!"

You wrenched yourself out of his grip and grabbed his collar making him face you.

"Park Jimin I wouldn't be caught dead dating you!"

"I know, I know, but-"

"You have to tell them the truth!"

"Oh yeah, just tell them you hate my guts. That'll definitely protect you from any haters."

"And calling me your girlfriend will?"

"Yes, actually. Right now they think everything you said was a drastic and panicked cover up since the person who made the video exposed your lockscreen. It's a great cover story, you've got to admit."

"And they don't hate me for being your girlfriend?" You asked, slowly lowering your hands.

"There's a few immature fans here and there, but yeah, no."

"Great, now tell them we broke up or something."

"Umm..."

"What now?" you sighed.

"The public thinks we're... madly in love."

You threw your head back, covering your face with your hands and screaming into your palms. He was standing there watching you with his arms crossed.

"We don't have to actually do anything, right? Just lay low, pretend we're dating, and when you find someone you actually want to date you just say we broke up, right? Jimin, right? Jimin? Jimin please say yes."

"It's... not in my hands. We just do whatever they want us to do?"

"I don't have to show my face right?"

"Of course not."

You sighed and sank down to the floor, grabbing your hair. For a few minutes Jimin was actually being nice to you, so... that was a good thing? It was bittersweet, considering how your video had been leaked, and now you were supposed to fake date Jimin. Jimin of all people.

Jimin put a hand out towards you and you slowly took it, pulling yourself up.

"Say, Y/n..."

"Hm?"

"Since we're technically dating now..." He stepped closer and put one hand next to your head, the same move they did in the anime's you were so fond of watching. "Shouldn't we kiss at least once?"

He leaned in closer, until you could feel his breath mingling with yours. You pressed yourself against the wall and turned your head away. He brought one hand up and cupped your face, bringing you to look at him. All too suddenly his lips were on yours and he was kissing you. It all happened so fast you didn't have any time to react, and all too quickly he was pulling away.

Without thinking about it you brought you clenched your hand into a fist and brought it back, then punched him straight in the nose. He shouted and stumbled backwards, his eyes watering heavily and blocking his vision.

You wanted to punch him again. You wanted to grab his hair and yank it out, just hurt him in any way possible. How could he!? You could barely wrap your head around what had just happened, the only thing clear to you was your rapidly beating heart, and even that sounded far off.

You shook your head and ran out of the room. Jimin heard the door slam and whirled around, his vision finally clearing.

He sucked in, realising what had just happened.

Hoseok walked in, looking around and spotting Jimin. "So... why was Y/n running away?"

"Umm... I may have fucked up."

He explained what happened. Hoseok stood still for a few seconds before grabbing a cushion off of the couch and throwing it like a frisbee at Jimin's face.

"OW-"

"What is wrong with you!?"

"It was just a joke-"

"Some joke!" Hoseok shouted. "What kind of asshole- why would you even- what were you thinking?!"

"Is it really that serious?"

"What do you think?"

"...no?"

Hoseok reached down for his shoe.

"Whoa whoa whoa back up!" Jimin started, backing away hugging the cushion. "Put the shoe down."

Hoseok glared at Jimin. "You're going to apologize to her."

"Why would I do that!? It was a joke. Not my fault she couldn't take it-"

"You're going to learn to respect people or you're going to get a beating!!"

"Uhm... the first one?"

"Then get out."

"Chill, okay."

Jimin tiptoed past Hoseok, dodging him. "She should've punched you harder," he heard him mutter.

They had a performance scheduled for that afternoon, he would apologize while she was doing his makeup, he decided.

He remembered Hoseok's face when he told him what he had done. He looked... mad

Maybe he should apologize now.

He ran outside. If he knew you, you would be in the park. You always went to park to think, he knew because you had done the same thing when you were kids. If someone said something that hurt you, really hurt you, you would run into the park

"Y/n!" He found you sitting on the swings. He slowly walked forward and sat down on the swing next to you, staring down at the floor. "So... I'm an idiot."

"Yeah, you are."

"Um..."

"Who knocked you to your senses?"

"Hoseok."

"I always liked him. He didn't scream at us for fighting."

"I'm glad it wasn't Seokjin who scolded me. I would have had to come here with broken kneecaps." You smiled at the thought. Maybe you should tell Seokjin anyway. "I um... I shouldn't have done that."

You sighed. "It's okay I was just... shocked. I mean, no, it's not okay, and you can't just do that, but running out was kind of dramatic. BUT- but... this isn't some cheesy love story. I'm not gonna swoon if you try and kiss me."

"I know... so... if I say sorry it's all good?"

"Say it."

Jimin groaned and tightened his grip on the swing, leaning back as far as he could. "Ssssssssorry."

"Good enough you snake."

"I am NOT a- oh."

The performance went well, and nobody brought up the fake dating thing. Or the kiss(if you could even call that a kiss)

You sat down on the sofa and Jimin sat down next to you.

"I come in peace." He raised his hands, seeing your face.

Jia sat on your other side and you scooted closer to her, peering over her shoulder at her phone.

"Wait, what's this?" Jungkook asked. "Jimin and Y/n? Sitting together? Not fighting?"

"Shut up," you both replied at the same time.

Jungkook smiled and sat down, eyes flitting from you to Jimin. "By the way, why are you two enemies anyway?"

"Uhm... I was the smartest kid in class and so was he so... chaos ensued." You smiled innocently

Jimin looked towards Jungkook, debating whether to join in the conversation.

"We also just kinda pranked each other a lot when we were kids," you said, smiling. "I mean, he was annoying so he deserved every bit of it-"

"Nobody deserves baked beans in their backpack."

"Well nobody deserves to have their lucky pencil snapped in half."

"It was a pencil."

"Damn, Jimin, you snapped her lucky pencil? That's cold." Namjoon shook his head in mock disapproval.

"Why are you on her side!? Once she locked me in the school cupboard!"

"You deserved it!"

"I did not-"

Two hours later you two were hunched over, laughing about your idiotic antics as kids. It was when Jimin started talking about his broken wrist that you two finally lost it, clutching your stomachs out of pain once you had laughed for a little over two hours.

"God," Jimin said, wiping a tear. "We were idiots."

"No, I was a genius. You were the idiot."

"I have an idea," Yoongi spoke, slowly edging away from Jimin, who had collapsed on the sofa laughing. "Why don't you two just- oh I don't know- just stop fighting?"

"Are you kidding!? I still haven't gotten enough revenge for the lucky pencil thing."

"It's a pencil."

"My pencil."

"Come on, you could be great friends." Yoongi continued.

"Mmmmm no. Not since Jimin made the whole world think I'm dating him."

"It was an-"

"Accident, yeah, I know."

You punched his shoulder while he just laughed, dodging the second punch.

Suddenly, you got an idea. One that would make Jimin cower in his stupid designer boots.

"Seokjin? Guess what Jimin did today?"

"Hm?" Seokjin looked up from his phone. "Go on, snitch, I don't mind."

"He-"

"I SAID SORRY!"

"He kissed-"

"THE MANNEQUIN!"

"You kissed the mannequin?" Seokjin asked, amused.

"YES- yes. The mannequin is... who I kissed."

"Really?" Seokjin leaned back and crossed his legs. "Because Hoseok told me you kissed Y/n."

"YOU SNITCH-"

"I'm using that as blackmail." Seokjin smiled and crossed his arms. "Okay but you're lucky I'm not the one who found out first. You wouldn't have ankles anymore."

"That... is disturbing."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't even a kiss. More of a... a peck."

"You're not a chick."

"He can't kiss properly," you scoffed.

He put a hand on your shoulder and bent down, whispering into your ear. "Wanna try?"

That earned him another kick.

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it's devastating--

i will! oh don't worry honestly same x_x word counts never end up the way we want them to, they have a mind of their own HAHA

ah, same!! school was out two weeks ago so i'm slowly recuperating LMAO and i've been listening to a lot more music... i'm like, a spotify addict at this point bahaha, and i think i might be entering a seventeen phase o.o

linh oh my god love of my life absolutely destroyed me and now i can't wait to read ur entire masterlist bc that was insanely good and i've been sobbing for 10 mins.... anyways, how're you? XD

ahh im so glad you enjoyed love of my life !! that fic is definitely gut wrenching :(( i hope you have fun reading my masterlist!! my word count is rather unhinged, so wishing you good luck with that sdfasfd

and im fine! ive been kinda tired these days, so im trying to catch up on some sleep!! what about you? how are you doing?

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OH MY FUCKING GOD

love of my life | myg

“yoongi was always there for you, was always by your side, was always your rock to lean onto. he was the love of your life, but at one point, you had to come to accept reality and realise that some things come to an end.”

genre: established-relationship!au, heavy angst, fluff that hurts, grieving, pain, a lot of crying

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 6.989

warnings: mentions of character death, character death, reader isnt doing well in this, funeral, mention of sick characters, swearing, i dont know what else to tag this so please tell me if there is anything missing!!

playlist: dancing with your ghost - sasha sloan, now that you’re gone - lewis ross, hindenburg lover - anson seabra, just asking - aquilo

a/n: uh, this is a different from what i usually write and ive been trying to figure out how to execute this for months. i dont know how else to write this and im really not sure about the way i executed it, but i dont think i can improve this really? ive been sitting on this for months so i really just need to get it out at this point lol also yoongi and reader call each other toulouse and berlioz from the film aristocats!

Keep reading

#READ THIS I BEG YOU #oh my god

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Take your time author. Seriously. Don't listen to all those entitled mfs. It is a fling pandemic which has been draining people emotionally and exhausting everyone.

Take care

-🥌 anon

ahh, thank you so much for this anon ^^ i swear, this message is what gave me the strength to finish part three! you're so sweet and amazing, i wish you much happiness :D

#anon #ask #answered

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03 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 1.9K

🠒 notes: Y'ALL i can't with you guys thank you so much oh my gosh 🥺❤️❤️ thank you so much for sticking with this! *is very honored and touched* hope you enjoy this chapter :D

also! from here on out i'm going to start putting in parts from yoongi's pov too so y'all can get an idea of what's going on in his head c:

also, just a little shout out to an anon whom i got a very comforting, uplifting message from... thank you so much anon! this part is going to be last-minute dedicated to you ❤️❤️

part 03: three roses

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Yoongi’s only met you two days ago, and yet he can’t get you off his mind.

“It’s probably just a soulmate thing,” his roommate tells him, typing away at his laptop — the paper is due in half an hour, and he is rushing to get it done. Procrastination has time and again proven to be a horrible habit, but he never does let go of it.. “Regardless of how you feel about her, the universe decides who you’re stuck with.”

“It’s not like that, Jin,” Yoongi groans. “I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be with her. I’m saying it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot, if she would just let it happen.”

Jin spins around on his chair, giving his friend a curious look. “What did you even say the first time you met her that made her hate you this much?”

“I, um.” Yoongi shifts around, suddenly aware of how cold he must have seemed to you that day, way before you turned eighteen and knew what the future was to hold. “Told her not to waste oxygen. And left.”

“Wow. So in a nutshell, you fucked up.”

“I did.”

“And she hates you for being an antisocial grump.”

“I’m not! But yes, she does.”

Jin proceeds to take another sip from his mug of (now cold) tea, deep in thought. “You gonna tell me who the mystery girl is?”

“Park Y/N,” Yoongi winces as he says your name, not liking the way it easily rolls off his tongue, or the kaleidoscope of butterflies it sets off in his stomach — or the way his heart seems to skip a beat at the thought of you. He doesn’t want it to, but what can he do? “You know, the one who rooms with Park Jimin from the arts department. They’re not related, though.”

“The Y/N who has an impossibly obvious crush on Jimin’s cousin? Taehyung, right?”

Yoongi chuckles, staring at the blank white wall. “I’m pretty sure there’s only one Y/N in this entire school, but yes. That’s her.”

“So you two don’t get along and she has a thing for another guy. Man, the universe really fucked up, didn’t it?”

“And you’re not helping right now,” Yoongi scoffs, scribbling down another abstract equation on his paper. “The goal is not to make her fall in love with me, dumbass.”

“But that’s precisely what the goal is! She falls in love with you, you date, get married, have kids, you know the deal. Happily ever after.”

“I think you’re forgetting the part about me not liking her at all.”

“That can change, can’t it?” Jin swivels around in his chair, eyes wide and hopeful. “What’s stopping you from falling head over heels for her a week or so from now? You two are already bound; it can’t be that hard.”

Yoongi presses his pen to the paper again, but a sharp stinging sensation makes him flinch backwards, curling his index finger inward. “Stupid,” he mutters, wincing. “Y/N seriously has a thing for giving herself paper cuts on the daily.”

“See?” Jin grins widely, feeling very accomplished for no reason at all. “You’re already worried about her well-being!”

“The only reason I even care is because I feel it too!” Seconds later, another twinge of pain comes, this time shooting through his head. “Ow,” he groans, frustrated. “Really? Are we seriously going back to this now? What’s she doing this time, banging her head on the wall to get on my nerves?”

Jin drains the rest of tea in one gulp, side-eyeing the shorter male from his spot at the desk. “Figure it out, my guy,” he says under his breath. Whether he likes it or not, he’s concerned about his friend — though he knows that if he brings it up, Yoongi’s only going to chide him for being so worried. “Second chances don’t come often. Don’t screw this one up.”

The study group meets again (is this a daily thing now?), and much to Yoongi’s surprise, you’re there without fail, squeezed in between Jimin and another guy he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. As Taehyung grabs his hand and yanks him down onto the bench, he notices the slightly pissed off glare you send him, too tired to return one of his own.

No one speaks, and it’s strange. It’s awfully awkward; usually Taehyung and Jungkook would be arguing over something stupid, and there would be yelling… but now, there is only complete silence, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional cough from Namjoon.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers from his left after a few minutes, nudging his elbow as a greeting. “How come you’re not sitting with Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you two supposed to be together?” Ah, right. Once again, Yoongi curses fate’s horrible decision making skills, sending another why me? plea to the heavens.

“It’s fine,” he brushes it off instead, sorting through his books. He’s trying not to look like it affects him, but he’s always been rather terrible at hiding his frustration. “She has Jimin and that other dude anyways.”

Jungkook doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he sees right through the half-hearted lie. “You want to sit next to her,” he deduces quickly. “But you’re not. You two fought or something?”

“What would you know,” Yoongi mutters, irritated. “Of all people.”

Jungkook frowns slightly, but the merry twinkle doesn’t leave his eyes, the trademark of a person who’s just happy to live life. “What do you mean? I’m very experienced in these things, I’ll have you know.”

“Right, because fucking a different girl each night is your way of showing off your expertise.”

“Yoongi, I’m trying to help you. You two aren’t the best at covering up; we know you hate each other’s guts,” he sighs. “You need to talk to her, patch it up, do something—”

“Shut up,” Yoongi snaps sharply, thoughts distorted. His cantankerous mood is rising now, only worsening with every word he hears. “Shut up, Jungkook. You don’t fucking know anything.” His voice is loud enough to catch the attention of everyone else at the table, and he’s well aware of your worried eyes on him. “Stop trying to educate me on this bullshit called romance when all you fucking do is sleep around!”

The weight of his words hit Jungkook hard, and it’s written all over his face, shock and something like sorrow in his expression. Yoongi regrets it as soon as he says it, immediately wishing he could take it all back — but he doesn’t, because the anger, the pain, the empty, hollow feeling of having his soulmate near but unable to love her… it’s eating away at him.

Then he hears your voice, soft and gentle in contrast to his own, and it almost grounds him, calms the storm inside his head. Almost, except for the fact that your words are just as harsh, stinging him far more than expected. “You’re such an asshole,” you say, giving him nothing but a stare he can’t comprehend.

“Y/N—”

“Jungkook can do what he wants; he’s an adult and he’s not harming anyone. His actions do not justify yours,” you spit, the resent clear in the way you speak to him.

Have you always hated him so much?

“And neither of us have been particularly great about this, but you had no right to say that to him,” you continue, glowering. The rest of the table just sits there as you talk, still processing what just happened. “You fucking jerk.”

There’s a lot Yoongi wants to say to you. Explain. Redeem himself. Apologize, maybe, if you’ll let him — but he knows you won’t. It’s one of the things he’s picked up on in two days; you won’t listen to reason when you’re pissed off, and right now you’re certainly in no position to hear him out.

“Okay,” he mutters instead, rising from his seat and earning a worried look from Taehyung. He gives you one last look before he forces himself to look away, your heated gaze burning into him. “I’ll leave first, then.”

Jungkook left almost immediately after, and the rest of the group quickly followed suit. Now, you’re cozied up on the couch with a cup of green tea while Jimin works on what he couldn’t finish earlier, sitting beside you.

“Well,” he breaks the silence. “At least now you know that he’s somewhat invested in whatever’s between you two, if Jungkook was trying to give him advice.”

“That’s just Jungkook being invested,” you grumble. “Not Yoongi. The guy doesn’t even look like he cares.”

“Do you?”

The question makes you stop and think. Do you? Do you care enough to try? Growing up, you’d so strongly believed that love was only ever a temporary thing; it never stayed long enough to blossom into something beautiful the way it was portrayed in the media. You had always been surrounded by the dark side of this seemingly magical emotion, listening to your mother’s crying late at night when she thought you were asleep, to the point where you’d sworn it off.

But something in you wants to question it. You want to shatter that ominous what if, throw off the shadows of your own childhood and grow into something more, be able to experience the magic firsthand.

And really, Yoongi’s a fucking asshole and you’re still mad at him. But one day… maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. Give him a try, a chance.

Still, it’s a “no” that you answer Jimin with, lying through your teeth. He doesn’t say anything, just humming a single note in response, his right hand doodling something mindlessly on your skin with one of his black ink pens. When he pulls away a minute later, there are three dainty roses resting in the valley between your thumb and index finger, clustered together in a bunch.

You hate roses. They do nothing but remind you of the one thing that hurt you the most.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I think you’re being a bit childish about this whole thing. Y/N, you two are acting like you’re in some kind of high school drama. You say you don’t like him, but for what? His coffee addiction and his personality?”

“You’re just making it sound worse than it really is…”

“No,” he presses, turning to face you directly. “I’m serious. You’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. Not you screwing this all up. People have differences, it’s normal.”

“It’s not about that—”

Jimin takes your hand, tapping it twice and then rapping his knuckles against the side of your head. “Y/N, you wonderful idiot. You don’t hate him. You’re just desperately searching for reasons to hate him.” His eyes soften. “I know you don’t like this because of how your parents ended up, but not everyone's the same. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”

“I—” You stop for a second, a bit on edge. “I don’t like this, Jimin,” you say truthfully. You’ve always known it was bound to happen someday, but… the way your heart races around Yoongi and aches when he’s away both bothers and excites you, afraid at the prospect of more but still tempted to see what the future holds. And you can’t decide on either one.

“There you go. What were you waiting for?” he laughs, bringing you in for a comforting hug. “Now you’ve just got to do something about it.”

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