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5 Time Jisung was Jealous| Han Jisung

Han Jisung x fem!reader

friends to lovers, fluff

warnings: bit of swearing, jealousy um yeah let me know if I missed anything

word count: 2.7k

in which: Han Jisung gets jealous about different things because, despite being friends, he's always felt something more for you

a/n: this was inspired by all those 4 times ____ wanted to kiss you and the 1 time they did kinda thing because I kept seeing them everywhere

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1. When you studied with someone else

"I promised I'd meet him at the library during lunch, you have other friends Jisung, you can go one lunchtime without me."

"Why are you even helping him? He's an idiot," He said, rather viciously.

"And you're being nasty. Stop it, seriously. Look he's trying his best and it's one lunchtime I'll tell him we can't make lunchtime a regular thing and we'll study after school after today's session, alright?"

"Today's sessions? Are you implying there will be more than one?"

"Yes, I told him we could study together until the end-of-year exams. He's trying his best and asked if I could help, I couldn't say no."

"You could've." He crossed his arms.

"Shut up," You replied, but the soft smile on your face told him you weren't angry. "Now go and enjoy your lunch. It's one time, alright, I'll see you later." You turned on your heel and walked away. Jisung watched after you, sulking. He tried to walk towards the canteen but he found his feet walking in the opposite direction, carrying him toward the library.

When he got there he kept his head down and quietly made his way along the aisles. Jisung spotted you sitting with him at one of the tables, you were leaning over a textbook, avidly explaining something.

He stayed hidden behind the self, peering over the books.

What am I doing? Spying on her, really? God, I'm pathetic. They're just studying. But lately, everything you did without him bothered him. He always wanted to be around you. You and Jisung had been friends since you were 8 when you first moved to his hometown. He had always had a crush on you but now that you were both teens it became more serious. He really liked you. Always had. But what could he do? Tell you and ruin everything? No.

So for now all he could do was admire you from afar.

2. When he found out about your celebrity crush

Jisung stared at you in disbelief as you made stupid googly eyes at the tv screen. The two of you were watching Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo together when you pointed out that the male lead, Nam Joohyuk was one of your celebrity crushes.

"One of? As in there's multiple?" He questioned.

"Well yeah, but he's probably my main celeb crush, you know? Don't you have one?"

No, you're the only person I have a crush on. He thought. "Maybe."

"You do have a celebrity crush. Come on, tell me who it is."

"No, go back to watching the show."

"Gladly." You turned back, once again looking lovingly at the screen to Jisung's horror.

"Seriously, this guy?"

"What? He's attractive."

"I'm way more attractive than him." He mumbled to himself, slouching down further into his seat, frowning. Once the episode finished, he switched it off. His jealousy had gotten the best of him.

"Hey, there are only a few more episodes left, I wanna finish it."

"No, I don't wanna watch anymore today. Let's watch a horror film."

"A horror? So, what, you can cry like a baby again?"

"I did not cry like a baby."

"Aww, it's okay Ji, I'll protect you from the monsters." You said in a mocking tone but Jisung couldn't stop his heart from fluttering when you snuggled up next to him.

3. When someone else asked you on a date

"Are you having a good birthday so far?" Han asked you.

"The best I feel like we haven't been out in forever," You shouted over the loud music as you entered the club.

"Well, since it's your birthday the first drink's on me, you go and dance I'll get your usual and come find you."

"Thank you." You grinned at him before he headed towards the bar. He ordered a drink for you and himself before making his way to the dancefloor to find you. He spotted you in the middle of the crowd and smiled as he watched you dance. His smile suddenly dropped when he saw some guy make his way over to you. The entire time you were talking to the guy Jisung stood amongst the crowd with his heart burning with jealous rage. Who the hell was this guy?

"Hey, I'm Baek Kyung."(peep the extraordinary you reference because I couldn't think of any names lmaooo)

"Y/N," You replied with a small smile.

"I saw you dancing, you're quite good I just thought I'd come over and introduce myself, maybe ask for your number so I could take you out sometime."

"Sorry I actually have a boyfriend," You said looking around at the crowd. It was a lie, of course, but you were hoping that something would happen between you two and to be honest it felt nice to call him your boyfriend even if it was a lie. "Oh, he's over there actually." You spotted him as Baek Kyung turned to look as well. Jisung saw the two of you turn so he tried to wipe the scowl from his face. He raised the glasses slightly to show you he had gotten the drinks.

"I see, well it was worth a shot, maybe I'll see you around."

"See you." You moved away to Jisung.

"What did that guy want?" He tried not to sound too jealous, handing you your drink.

"He just asked if he could take me out sometime." Jisung nearly choked on his drink.

"What?!"

"Yeah, but I told him I wasn't interested."

"Also, why did you both look my way? What did you say?"

"Oh, just that I had to go because my friend was waiting for me, don't worry about it." But, of course, he continued to worry about it for days after. The thought of someone asking you out. And what if one day you actually agreed? What would he do? He had known people had liked you in high school and asked you out (to his annoyance) but he had never seen it happen in front of his eyes. He'd only ever known when you had told him someone had asked you out and you rejected them. But in high school, you had no interest in dating. Now the two of you were older, dating was normal. But what would he do if you started to date somebody that wasn't him?

4. When you hung out with the other members

The visitor pass that Jisung had given you was one of your most valued possession. You loved surprising him and the rest of the members. You were grateful to have grown so close to all of them.

Today you got to the studio to find everyone except Jisung was already there.

"Hey, where's Jisung?" You asked them.

"Your boyfriend is running late," Felix said with a smirk on his face.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Yet."

"Shut up." You said sitting down between Hyunjin and Jeongin.

You continued to talk with the boys as you all waited for Jisung but by the time he finally got there, you were too busy laughing at something Changbin had said to hear the door open.

You were the first thing that Jisung had noticed. You often came to work to see everyone but he had always been there before you. As you got closer to the rest of the group the angrier he got.

Jealousy started building up in him. He felt so stupid because you were just being nice and friendly but isn't that what made him fall in love with you? Who's to say one of his friends doesn't fall in love with you? And who's to say that you don't fall for one of his friends? He felt like he was spiraling.

"Finally, you're here." You had noticed his presence in the room and quickly jumped off the sofa to greet him as everyone else turned to look at him.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He asked you. He knew you were here to see everyone but with his jealous emotions about to spill over the edge, he wasn't really sure what else to say.

"I came to surprise you, of course."

"Surprise me?"

"Yeah, don't tell the others but you're actually my favourite," You whispered with a small smile. And just like that, all his jealousy began to fade away, replaced with an overwhelming feeling of love and admiration. How quickly you could lift his spirits.

5. When he thought he was gonna lose you

"He asked me out again," You told Felix and Bangchan who sat across the table from you.

"And you said no, right?" Felix asked you.

"Actually, I said yes."

"What, why?!" Felix sat up in shock.

"Because Cheongsan's (all of us are dead character this time because I want s2 now) a nice guy and I think I could be with him."

"But what about Jisung?"

"What about him? Look I've been in love with him for years and I can't do it anymore. And Cheongsan knows I feel something for Jisung but he's said if I'll just give him a chance, he could make me happy."

"You wouldn't be truly happy unless you're with Jisung, Y/N."

"I'll never know if I keep clinging onto him, waiting for him to finally notice me as more than his best friend."

"Are you insane? He obviously feels the same way."

"If he feels the same way why hasn't he said anything?"

"Why haven't you?" Bangchan asks, accusingly.

"Well, I think I made it pretty obvious."

"But you never actually told him. You know how oblivious Jisung is."

"I'm not arguing about this anymore. My mind is made up, I'm going out with Cheongsan tonight. I'm finally letting Jisung go after all these years." You stood up, collecting your things. Turning away from the two boys, heading towards the exit of the cafe.

"You're giving up before you've even tried to fight for him," Bangchan said which made you falter in your tracks. You wanted to turn around, say something but you couldn't find the words so instead, you took a deep breath and walked away.

***

"Felix and I went out for coffee with Y/N today. Calm down, I know you're jealous, I can see it in your eyes but just listen to me." Jisung opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'I'm not jealous' but Bangchan interrupted him by continuing.

"Y/N went on a date with this guy, Cheongsan, and they are going out again tonight. Look, Jisung, I know you don't want to ruin your friendship or anything but if you don't tell her how you feel you're gonna lose her. This might be your last chance, you need to tell her how you feel."

"But I can't. I can't ruin the years we've spent as best friends because I have no self control and couldn't stop myself from falling in love with her. And if she's serious about this guy and is happy I can't ruin that."

"Trust me, she'd be much happier with you, don't ask me how I know, I just do. It's so clear that she feels the same. To say all the time you spend staring at her you think you would've noticed the way she looks at you."

"Stop messing with me, Chan."

"I'm not, just tell her, trust me. Go get her before it's too late." Jisung nodded his head confidently even though on the inside he felt like he would crumble to pieces. The idea of you being with someone else made his stomach churn. It made him want to scream and cry but right now he had to focus. Bangchan was right, he couldn't let you go so easily, not when he never truly told you how he felt.

This is it, he thought, this is my final chance.

***

The whole night everything had felt wrong. Bangchan's words were on repeat in your mind. Every time Cheongsan smiled at you, you imagined the way Jisung would smile at you. Every joke you told you thought of the way Jisung would laugh.

As Cheongsan walked you home he felt the distance between the two of you. You arrived at your apartment complex.

"I had a good time," He said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, it was... nice."

"Y/N I-"

"Cheongs- Sorry, you go first."

"No, you, please."

"Look you're a great guy-"

"But I'm not him."

"I just..."

"It's alright, Y/N. It just didn't work out the way I'd hoped but I hope it works out for you and Jisung."

"I'm really sorry."

"It's alright, plenty of fish in the sea, right? But, hey, don't let this moment go to waste. Tell him."

"I will. Thank you for understanding." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him. You pulled away and smiled.

"Wow, you really do love him don't you? I haven't seen you smile that brightly all night." He smiled, laughing slightly, but there was still a hint of sadness there.

"I'll see you later." You walked towards the apartment complex.

"See you, Y/N. Oh, and don't forget to tell him, or else I might have to ask you out again." You smiled once more at him before heading inside.

Just as you got into your apartment, it began to rain. A few streets down, Jisung shivered as the rain hit his face. He had run at full sprint to find you. When he arrived across the street from your apartment complex he saw you hugging the guy you had been on a date with.

That familiar burning jealousy began to build in him but this time it was accompanied by something else. Loss. This was it. He was too late. As you pulled away from the hug, Jisung turned his back and walked away. Unable to watch anymore.

Now he dragged his feet in the pouring rain, aimlessly wandering the streets. He was close to his own apartment now. All he wanted to do was lock himself in his room and hide from the rest of the world.

***

Within 5 minutes of reaching your apartment, you were back outside. You had thought of a plan. You would go to bed, as soon as you got in, get up early before heading to meet Jisung before he left for the studio and confess how you felt. But as you paced your apartment willing yourself to go to bed the urge to find him became too overwhelming. You had slipped on your shoes and grabbed your umbrella before racing out the door.

You knew he would be in his apartment. Your legs ran faster than they ever had in your entire life. As you neared his building you caught sight of a familiar figure lazily walking towards the building. You knew exactly who that was.

You ran towards the figure, holding out the umbrella over him. Jisung stopped in his tracks, looking up at the umbrella above his head before turning to face you.

"What the hell are you doing in the pouring rain without a coat or umbrella?" You asked him. That was when you noticed how he couldn't meet your eyes. "Hey, what's up?"

"I've lost you, haven't I? I lost you even though you were never really mine." A hot tear streaked down his face. You looked at him for a moment before placing one hand under his chin to guide his head up so he was looking at you. You smiled softly.

"I've always been yours, Ji." You took a step closer, leaning your lips up towards him. Closer and closer. Heartbeats getting faster and faster. Your lips were barely an inch away, you could feel his hot breath on yours before you finally closed the gap.

All those years of silently loving each other had built up to this moment and you felt like you were on top of the world. You both melted into the kiss as the umbrella you were holding slipped from your hand, falling to the ground beside you, allowing the rain to hit you both. Jisung's arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you flush against him. Your own slid around his shoulders.

"I love you so much," He whispered against your lips. He pulled away, eyes wide in shock at what had just slipped past his lips. You just smiled at him.

"I love you more," You told him.

"Impossible."

"I highly doubt it." He returned your smile.

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telephaaty · 1 year

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Exiled: What is she?

✧Chapter 4✧

(Photos retrieved from Pinterest. Credit to whom it may belong. Edit made by me.)

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Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolf! AU, angst, hurt, fluff

Series rating: Mature

Summary: I have spent half my life in exile. I woke up in the middle of the forest with no memories. I don't know who I am, how I ended up like this, I don't know if someone is looking for me or even if I have a family. The only thing I know for sure is that I must hide and that when the full moon is at its highest, disaster begins.

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Author's note: Hello everyone! How are you? I'm sorry I've been missing for so long. Last year was a difficult year. Adult life is complicated 🥴

Here I leave the promised chapter, we are still in the introduction of the story so you can probably find it boring but it will improve as the chapters go by (I hope so🤭).

I don't remember if I already mentioned it but all the data that appears in the story as potions or scientific data are not exact, many are inventions and others I tried to investigate to make the story more reliable, but as I mention in this chapter if you are not involved on the subject, it is very difficult to understand.

I hope you enjoy it!

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"I told you! I told you! I told you!” Joohyuk kept repeating to me over and over again as he paced back and forth. "Or didn't I tell her?" he looked at Jisung, who was coming down from the first floor with a bag.

Joohyuk's house wasn't fancy, but it was comfortable and homey. It was a two-story cabin, with two bedrooms, a dining room and a kitchen, it also had a garage where he kept tools and supplies. The cabin was located near the lake and had a small bridge that took you to it. I loved spending time at Joohyuk's house, especially on rainy days like today, where I could sit on the porch with a cup of coffee and watch the rain fall. But, now I'm looking at it from the inside, sitting bored on the couch, listening to the scolding of the half-vampire. I had arrived an hour ago, totally soaked, although we had already agreed that we would meet here, I should have taken the most direct route and arrived much earlier, but let's say that Mr Mafia sent his lackeys to follow me, so I had to deviate and mislead them.

"Yes hyung," the omega rolled his eyes. "We already understood that you told her, calm down."

“Calm down?!! You must be kidding, Jisung!! It goes straight to his death,” Hyuk said pointing at me.

“The other option was a direct kill,” I told him, looking at him tiredly, “at least this will give me a little more time to plan an escape plan. Anyway, you didn't want me to get a pack for Jisung? … There it is, the best pack that an omega can be in, a real luxury,” I said ironically, moving my hands exaggeratedly to make my point.

"Yes, but I didn't ask you to crawl after him."

"Oh! Yeah! Thanks for getting rid of me,” Jisung said despondently looking at us sideways.

“No one is getting rid of you on their own, little guy,” Hyunk proceeded to sit in the single sofa next to the fireplace. “If you continue to live in the cave with Girl…” Jisung intended to interrupt him, but Joohyuk stopped him and continued. "Or, if you live here with us, you will die", the sad omega looked down at his feet. “As I very well explained to you, wolves are destined to live in packs, they become crazy and wild if they are alone, which leads them to be eliminated or die of sadness and anguish. You are lucky to find someone like your noona, he even managed to be with you in that pack.”

“When you go into annoying mode,” I told him as I threw the towel off his head, “you're unbearable. Well," now looking at Jisung, "we must agree on our stories so as not to make mistakes if they come to interrogate us, we don't have much time and we must hurry if we don't want them to come to find us."

“That is not important now. What are you going to do with your…with your medicine?” Hyuk made a quotation mark with his hands when mentioning the said medicine.

“I will not have this discussion again. I already told you that I don't need it, it won't be a problem.”

“Don't be stubborn, you know you will weaken. It's dangerous, too."

I sighed. I was tired of always arguing for the same thing, he was not going to understand and I was not going to agree. It was preferable not to answer him and settle the story with Jisung. I needed to prepare him and reassure him so they wouldn't suspect anything, my life now depended on how convincing Jisung was to the royal pack.

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It was already night and the rain had stopped a while ago, but we had to leave the cabin even when it was raining, we took the long way to dispel any trace of Joohyuk's scent. We didn't have many belongings, a medium bag where we had our clothes, many of which we shared, and my backpack where I had a couple of books, my notebook, my mortar and my herbs. While we were walking, we were reviewing what we should say. Obviously, we agreed to hide that we knew Joohyuk and that the things we had, we got from the surrounding villages.

I knew that the one at a disadvantage in this situation was me. Jisung was a weak omega who would instinctively be protected by this pack, instead, I was a strange orphan girl who, apparently, due to the attitude of suspicion and resentment they showed me, was considered a threat. I looked at Jisung who was walking a few steps behind, he was tired and shivering from the cold, if we didn't hurry up, he would get sick. I took Jisung's bag to ease his tiredness so he could walk faster.

We were reaching the border of the pack, I could slightly hear some murmurs, they were already waiting for us. Instinctively, I touched my pants pocket where I had the box that Joohyuk gave me before we left and which I had to keep hidden. It was very likely that they would go through our things, so he had told me that I should keep it with me until I found a safe place to hide it.

As we came into view, the wolves that were waiting for us turned and urged us to hurry up as we were already late. The one who seems to be the leader of the wolf guard warned us that from now on we should use the main entrance and stay away from the borders and that if we wanted to go out into the city or the forest it must be in the company of an alpha. I had to bite my tongue to avoid getting a curse word out about his last comment, I looked at Jisung who was doing everything possible not to appear nervous and was listening carefully to what the alpha was saying. He would adapt easily, I on the other hand was sure that things were going to go south at any moment.

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Here we are, in the office of the alpha of the pack. There were a lot of people here, some I didn't know. I looked at Jisung who was with his head down trying not to look anyone in the eye, I could feel his nervousness and I could also feel the calming pheromones that the alphas in the room were producing to reassure my friend.

“Your name is Jisung, right?” Prince Namjoon asked, and Jisung nodded without looking up. “Taehyung told us something about you, but I would like to hear it from you, what pack did you belong to and how did you get into this situation?” he concluded the alpha looking at me.

“Umm…well, I'm…I was from the Dawn Pack. I was banished for mating with someone I shouldn't and he disgraced me by breaking the mating mark. My family despised me, and the only thing I remember was arriving at one of the human villages near the pack and I fainted, I woke up a few days later and Girl was by my side, she took care of me and let me stay with her,” he concluded holding my hand looking for support.

Prince Namjoon looked at our joined hands and then looked at me raising an eyebrow, then he turned his gaze to Jisung and smiled saying, “Don't worry, you'll be safe here. We'll give you a new identity if you want or can keep your name, but you'll officially belong to the royal pack. And you,” he looked at me seriously, “you will also have a temporary identity until you find out who you really are or until the alpha king decides what to do with you. Well, I'll make the formal introductions. They are the two oldest princes in the family; Crown Prince Seokjin and Prince Yoongi," he said pointing to where they were standing to his left, "alpha prince Hoseok and well, you know prince Taehyung," they were to his right, "and he's our omega Prince Jungkook," he concluded pointing to one of the people who were a few steps behind us.

With Jisung we turned around to see who it was. The guy standing behind us gave us a brief nod, he was the same guy I had crossed earlier. Now, he was dressed in white shorts and a beige long-sleeved shirt, our eyes met again, but he quickly diverted it. Now that he knew he was omega he could make out a trace of a sweet scent, however, the smell of the alphas prevented me from identifying his scent.

“And then we have Mrs Park, the housekeeper, and Miss Choi, one of the employees who work inside the castle,” the prince continued. Both women curtsied to us and smiled at us. “So, tomorrow you will have an appointment with the royal doctor for a general check-up and we will talk about your studies. After they settle in and shower, Prince SeokJin, who has studied medicine, will briefly check on them and ask them a few questions. Mrs Park shows them their rooms, please.”

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Mrs Park gave us a brief tour of the ground floor of the mansion, showing us the living room, dining room, kitchen, laundry room, and places where we could not enter without permission such as her majesty's office, the laboratory and the basement. Then, she led us to a large white marble staircase with gold details that branched off into two other large stairs. It was located in the centre of a room with a different entrance than the one we had entered. In the centre of the wall that divided the stairs, there was a carved shield of the head of a black wolf about to bite surrounded, on one side, by a crescent, where there were some rare symbols and, on the other hand, some golden figures similar to elongated diamonds that apparently formed the rays of the sun. In turn, he was surrounded by a strange and perfect braid.

"Good. That door you see over there,” I point to the door across from us and diagonally towards the stairs, “is the front door for pack members and guests. It is through that door that you technically have to enter. The entrance through which they passed is only for royalty, even they avoid using these stairs so as not to bother the omegas. Through that large sliding window that you see there,” we both follow the gesture that she made towards the place, “you go out into the garden that is connected to the training ground.”

“By the way, omegas are not allowed to be in the training place. It's for security,” adds Miss Choi, who was accompanying us on the tour.

“What do you mean 'not to bother the omegas'?” I asked Mrs Park as we walked up the stairs.

“As I said, it's a place that members of the pack frequent. The staircase on the right leads to the castle annexe where many of the members live, including underage omegas who lost their families or those who came seeking refuge or protection from other packs. There are also alphas and betas that belong to the royal guard, but many of them use the entrance connected to the training ground. They avoid making the omegas nervous, they don't want them to feel uncomfortable and insecure."

“So, is in the annexe where we'll stay?” Jisung speaks for the first time since he started the tour.

"No. You will stay in the main wing,” she said as we went up the stairs of the left, “on the first floor together with the youngest princes who are not here at the moment. On the second floor of this wing, are the rooms of Prince Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook. Also on that floor is the library that is shared with the annexe. On the third floor are the kings' rooms, those of princes Seokjin, Yoongi and Taehyung. I recommend that you don't go peeping around, Prince Yoongi is too territorial.

While she was explaining everything, she was trying to memorize all the way we are walking to our rooms. There were many corridors and doors, not just the rooms she had mentioned earlier. We arrived at a gloomy corridor, there was no light and a strange energy was felt an indescribable sadness; we share an uneasy look with Jisung. Mrs Park flipped the switch on the wall to her right and excused herself by saying that it wasn't a very busy place. She asked Miss Choi to show Jisung his room while she led me down the hallway. We stopped in front of a double white door, it had gold details as I saw on other doors, with the difference that this one had a letter 'M' in a very beautiful and elegant calligraphy made with some type of shiny stone. When she opened the doors, I was amazed, the room was decorated in white, beige and pink tones, in the middle of it there was a large double bed tucked into a slight arch-shaped opening that was illuminated. On both sides of the bed, there were two long shelves, there was a hanging round ceiling lamp that simulated a flower crown, on one side there was a window with two medium-sized armchairs on the sides with a round table; in front was a mirror with a shelf and chair and next to the door was an empty desk.

“This is where you will sleep,” Mrs Park said as she opened the large window, “this is the balcony and over there”, she pointed towards a corridor with two doors, “is the bathroom and the wardrobe.”

I followed her to both doors, she stopped at the door that was on the side of the hall and opened it. It was the closet. Well, calling it a closet was a way of saying it, it looked more like another connected room. It was a two-story room in the shape of a completely white semicircle, it had an old pink carpet that covered the entire floor, and there were many shelves and mirrors in between. It also had a central table that contained many drawers and doors, the upper part was transparent and you could see how it was divided into sections.

"This is a bit much, don't you think?" I said as I walked around the room.

“I would say it's a standard wardrobe. You have to see the ones with Princes Taehyung and Seokjin, those are a bit exaggerated.”

"Even this shelf here is too much for my few clothes."

“Believe me, it will be full in no time,” Mrs Park said in a whisper. "Speaking of clothes, I need you to give me your clothes to wash them."

"It's clean," I said a little indignant.

"Don't get me wrong, please. The princes requested it because they are sensitive to odours outside the pack. You come from the forest,” I was about to refute how stupid that sounded, but she beat me to it, “I know what you are thinking 'it doesn't make sense', but it's hard to explain. Although they are wolves and technically surrounded by forest, she will later realize that each pack has a particular scent. This is why they detect so quickly if someone who is not from the pack enters the territory. All your clothes, although I don't doubt that it's clean, still have a strange smell, so I need to wash them with special products.”

I kept thinking about the words I use to explain, was she trying to get me to give myself away?

“I don't know how I'll find out later if I don't have the developed super sense of smell that werewolves have, but well if it's really necessary. Jisung has the clothes in the bag he has with him. A lot of the clothes, we share.”

“And what about that backpack?” she said, pointing to my back.

“There are only personal things like notebooks and books, no clothes,” I said as I left the wardrobe.

“Okay, then I'll ask Jisung. I suppose you know how to use the bathroom, don't you?", she question pointing towards the last door that was at the end of the small corridor.

"Of course. How wild do I think I am?"

“I just wanted to make sure, I wasn't trying to offend you. When you finish taking a bath, you will find clothes on the bed. I'll tell one of the employees to bring you a change of clothes,” she concluded going to the door of the room.

"If it's not too much to ask, I'd prefer it not be pink at all," I said as she gave the room another disgusted look, "I already have enough pink to burn my eyes."

Mrs Choi laughed at my comment, nodded her head and left, closing the door. I gave a sigh of resignation, took the box that Joohyuk had given me from my pocket and I headed towards the bathroom. I had to find a safe place to hide it.

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Was it so hard to have a normal shower? I almost drowned in there. The bathroom was another room, there was even a jacuzzi in it. When I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe and drying my hair, I saw a pile of clothes on the end of the bed. The clothes were neutral and cold colours, mainly black and gray, it had a light scent of vanilla that was comforting. I grab a long-sleeved black t-shirt and matching cargo pants.

After changing and finding a temporary hiding place for my backpack, I headed downstairs to look for Jisung, since I didn't feel his presence. On the way, I met Miss Choi, who was surprised to see my outfit. She wondered me why I was wearing those clothes and I told her that someone had left them on the bed, that Mrs Park asked for a new outfit for me. She explained to me that these were not the clothes that she ordered her to give me, she had even just found the clothes and was about to take it to me. She told me to go see Prince Seokjin who was waiting for me in the lab and after that I change my clothes immediately.

When I got to the entrance hall, I stayed for a while thinking in which direction the laboratory was until I heard someone approach.

"Jungkookie, have you seen my-" I think it was Prince Hoseok who was approaching looking at his cell phone and when he looked up he looked at me confused. "What are you doing with those clothes?" he asked with a frown.

"Um... someone left it on the bed", I said while I was looking at the clothes, what was wrong with it?

"Just change it if you don't want Namjoon to be in a bad mood," he determined, paying attention to his phone again.

"No," before my denial he raised his head suddenly, he was about to lash out, but I interrupted him. “I like it, it's comfortable and the smell of it is comforting, so I won't change it. If you'll excuse me, Prince Seokjin is waiting for me."

I left, leaving him stunned by my answer. I hated that they wanted to boss me around, much less without arguments. It's going to be hard living with alphas, they weren't used to humans or omegas rebelling against them and I wasn't used to them demanding authority over me.

After a few minutes, he had finally found the laboratory. I opened the big metal doors and the first thing I saw was Jisung putting on his shirt and getting off the stretcher. He barely saw me, he smiled at me and spoke to me through the link.

-Noona, don't worry just he i-

-Has he seen the mark?

"Oh! You're here," Prince Seokjin said as he finished arranging some jars on the table, “Take a seat on the stretcher, I'm done with Jisung”.

-No, I covered it with the makeup that Joohyuk gave me, I nodded and walked towards the stretcher. Remember to hide your eyes, he'll check them, Jisung concluded. We cut the mental link and he walked out the door.

I sat where the prince told me, he turned around observing for the first time the clothes I was wearing. He looked at it for a few more seconds and looked at me seriously, then he gave a forced smile and told me to raise the sleeve of my shirt. He tied an elastic band to my arm and prepared a syringe, when I saw what he was trying to do I jumped and pulled my arm back.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I asked.

He laughed softly. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need a blood sample,” seeing my look of suspicion, he continued. “It's for the pack's database. So if something happens, we can act quickly. It won't hurt, it'll just be a prick."

After analyzing it a bit, I held out my arm. He drew the blood sample and began filling the tubes with it. He continued to listen to my heart and my lungs, he measured and weighed me, checked my eyes with a small flashlight and asked me to follow the light. Luckily, I put on the special contact lenses that Joohyuk had given me, I no longer had the strength to hide them myself.

The prince began to make me medical questions, which had the answers the same, 'I don't know'. He gave me a pitying look and told me that we were done, he asked me to go eat something and then go to sleep because tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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Seokjin' POV.

It was already quite late in the early morning and I didn't know if what I was seeing was correct or if I was too tired to see clearly. I had never seen anything like it and the fact that it was now in our pack I didn't know if I should be relieved to find something like this before others or worry if it was a threat.

The door opened startling me, I didn't realize Namjoon was getting closer.

“Here I am,” he said, stopping near the desk where he was analyzing the results. "What do you have?"

"I called you an hour ago, where were you?"

"I'm sorry, hyung. I was wit-”

“It doesn't matter anymore. Look, I found something weird,” I transferred what I was seeing on the computer screen to the large TV on the wall. "That you see there is Marian's DNA and it-"

"Marian? Are you so comfortable already with her to you call her that?” he questioned crossing her arms.

"Please, not now. focus. Now, as I was saying, this is the girl's DNA, it's super weird, I've never seen anything like it. The gene is different from an average human, even from a werewolf,” I added two more images: one of human DNA and Jisung's then got up and walked over to the TV to give Namjoon a good explanation of what he was seeing. “This second image is of a human and the third of Jisung, an omega werewolf. The difference between the two is that in the first, the nuclear genome is smaller than the mitochondrial genes present in werewolves. Furthermore, werewolves do not have the same nucleotide base pairs as humans. But if we look closely at Marian's and zoom in a little more we can see that instead of being a double helix DNA, it is a triple helix. The nucleotide bases are the same as humans but it has others that I cannot identify at this time. This will definitely go into my thesis.”

When I looked at Namjoon he was looking at the screen thoughtfully. He is very intelligent but this could be too much for someone who is not dedicated to this. I was about to explain it again in other words, when he decided to speak.

"So you're telling me that she's not human, but you can't tell what kind of being she is either?"

“Exactly,” at least he got the point.

"Can you find out that is she?"

“Yes, but it will take me a while. I cannot promise a specific time, there are many new things that I have never seen."

"We must keep her in our custody in the meantime."

"Do you think we are doing the right thing to let her stay in the pack?" I was the crown prince, I should know well what is good for my people, but since it is something we had no information about, it is not something to be taken lightly. I needed more opinions.

Namjoon knew my internal conflicts very well and understood them. This was our agreement, to consult the decisions of the pack together, we would both be the leaders in the future and if we disagree it would bring problems.

"Don't worry, hyung. I will take care of moulding her and if she becomes a threat, I will eliminate her with my own hands.”

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Never Enough ~ Nam Joohyuk

A sigh came from you as finally the front door opened, completely unaware of how late it was. You didn’t quite know how to react as Joohyuk finally come home, deciding to keep your eyes staring down at your phone, failing to acknowledge him as he walked into the room.

Unlike you, his eyes were firmly on you, watching you closely. Joohyuk wasn’t surprised to see you failing to respond, he knew that he was home much later than he told you he’d be, but when work called, he felt he had no other choice but to be there.

That choice had been made countless times by Joohyuk, leaving you at your apartment all by yourself. You were tired to say the least, even as Joohyuk dropped down to sit on the chair at the opposite side of the room, you just couldn’t bring yourself to smile.

“How have you been?” Joohyuk asked you, trying to break some of the tension that was in the room. “I really didn’t intend to be home as late as I was tonight Y/N.”

“I’ve heard that several times before,” you muttered under your breath.

A slight nod of the head came from Joohyuk in reply to you, not quite knowing what to say. He understood why you were so frustrated, he was annoyed himself that work had been so busy, feeling the pressure more than ever to make sure that he got everything done.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Joohyuk told you, scratching over the top of his head as he tried to get your eyes.

You weren’t quite as willing as Joohyuk to have a conversation though. You couldn’t help but feel angry, defeated almost. The number of times Joohyuk had let you down was far too high for you to dare remember anymore.

The silence that came from you was beginning to frustrate Joohyuk too, wanting you to at least try with him. He understood so far, but the effort that you were putting in to ignore him felt slightly too much even by Joohyuk’s standards.

“Is this how it’s going to be? You’re just going to make me feel bad about this forever?”

“What else is there to do?” You quizzed, “I’ve waited here all night to talk to you, but nothing.”

A sigh came from Joohyuk as yet again he heard the annoyance that was in your voice. “I’ve got work to do Y/N, I can’t keep saying no to them because I’ve got to spend time with you, we can’t all come home at dinner and just put our feet up.”

Your eyes widened as Joohyuk managed to get a sly dig in, finally glancing across at him. “The point is you can say no sometimes, you don’t have to constantly be there. There are other people who want your time Joohyuk, even people that are lucky to finish work at a reasonable time like me.”

“Maybe I’ve not got the balance of home and work right, but what can I do?”

You couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing, almost as if Joohyuk was expecting someone else to give him the answers. If he really wanted to spend time with you then he would solve things for himself instead.

“I wish I could be at home more,” Joohyuk tried his best to tell you, “but my career is my drive, it’s what makes me who I am Y/N. I’m making a name for myself right now and I don’t want something to mess that up.”

“You mean someone like me?” You questioned, standing up from the sofa. “If you want to tell me that I’m in the way Joohyuk, then just say that.”

As soon as his eyes noticed you walking towards the direction of the stairs, Joohyuk stood up too. He took a few steps left so that he was inline with you, reaching out.

A sigh came from you as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, refusing to let you go. “You’re not a problem in my life Y/N, I can’t believe you’d think that’s what I think.”

“Just let go of me,” you asked Joohyuk, pulling your arm away. “If I wasn’t a problem in your life then you’d want to be here with me, you’d at least notice how much this is bothering me.”

Joohyuk dropped his hand back down to his side, with his eyes still looking in your direction. He could see that you were hurting, there was no more fight in your eyes, just exhaustion and a need for something different out of your relationship.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so consumed with work recently,” Joohyuk told you in a much calmer voice. “Perhaps there have been quite a few times when I could have told them no instead of yes.”

There was nothing else that you could do other than nod at what Joohyuk said, knowing that he was right, things could have been different, and they should have been different too.

“I’m sorry too that I’ve ended up ignoring you because of how things have been,” Joohyuk continued to tell you. “More than anything I want to be here with you, but I’m too scared to say no to the people at work, I think that’s my biggest problem.”

“You know all I’ve ever wanted is that I just want to be enough for you, but recently it’s felt as if I could not be further down the list of priorities for you.”

Your words stung Joohyuk, sending a slight shiver down his spine. He had never realised how badly his drive to stick around at work had bothered you and felt you feeling as if you didn’t matter even a little bit in Joohyuk’s life.

“I promise that I’m going to be around more, make more of an effort for us,” Joohyuk assured you as the two of you started walking back into the room. “I don’t care what it takes, things need to be better, and I need to pay attention to you. You’re not bottom of the pile Y/N, you’re always at the very top for me.”

You dropped down on the sofa, feeling Joohyuk drop down beside you. His hand rested slowly against your leg, relieved that you didn’t brush him out of the way.

You didn’t quite know how Joohyuk could fix things, or how long it would take to make a change, all you could do was be hopeful that something would give. How you were living was never how you wanted your relationship to be, and long term you knew that it was never going to work out with Joohyuk as it was.

“I’m going to speak to them at the set tomorrow and tell them that I need to be home at dinner time,” Joohyuk promised you, “that’s when you get home, isn’t it?”

“Is it really that easy for you?” You asked him in surprise, “I mean there’s so many people there relying on you, can you just turn around and go?”

Joohyuk nodded in reply to you, knowing that he had no choice but to put his foot down. “I’ll sort something out with them, no matter what it takes.”

It was a start for the two of you, but a small part of you still worried. You didn’t just want for it to be a one time thing from Joohyuk, you wanted to have many evenings with him, not just the one that he thought would please you.

“I promise that things are going to change,” Joohyuk told you once again as your eyes turned to look across at him, “I mean it Y/N too.”

“I hope you do,” you whispered, “I don’t want to be nothing to you Joohyuk, I at least want to be something.”

“You’re more than that, you’re everything.”

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Crimson Park (Chapter 2)

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Chapter 2

The next morning, Jungkook arrived at your complex bright and early… according to Joohyuk. You didn’t see him for the first half of the day as, per your instruction, Joohyuk and Taesub were showing him the ropes around security and establishing a schedule. Luckily, you had at least two – and now possibly a third – reliable staff that didn’t need to bother you with frivolous tasks such as scheduling. By noon, after Joohyuk had left for the day, the buzzer to your penthouse went off and you were greeted by Taesub and a seemingly relaxed Jungkook.

“Thank-you,” you dismissed Taesub then turned to Jungkook, who was wearing a pair of dark blue trousers and a blue button up shirt.

“In the future, please only wear a simple black suit, white shirt and tie. Talk to Taesub and he’ll give you the address to our tailor. You can go after our run through, and tell him to put it on my tab."

“You have a dress code?”

“Yes, we do. It’s for good reason.”

“And what reason is that?” he asked skeptically.

You shot him a glare. It had been a while since you had to hire staff, but usually, they behaved obediently without questioning your motives. Jungkook looked unphased by your look, however.

“If you didn’t know already, you’ll discover very quickly that this department is an island. That is by design, and I’d like to keep it that way. We don’t like to be seen and that means avoiding the eyes of the world, the police and the remainder of the organisation. Dressing simply helps to encourage that goal.”

“I don’t mind being seen,” he protested.

“Then you’ve come to the wrong place. Tell me now if this is going to be a problem and we can find you somewhere else to work.” Your glare sharpened, and Jungkook once again responded by straightening his shoulders.

“No, ma’am. I’m happy to be here. It won’t be a problem.”

“Good.” You eyed him once more, then turned to walk towards the kitchen. “Follow me,” you called back.

You passed the breakfast bar, the kitchen island towards the tall row of pantry cabinets, stopping at the second cabinet from the left. You squatted down and shimmied the toe kick loose, revealing a row of numbered buttons. You entered in a passcode, then a loud click was heard. Standing back up, you opened the pantry door and with a light push on one of the shelves, the inside swung away from you and into the wall. You heard a noise come from Jungkook as he realised that what he was looking at wasn’t a pantry at all. It was in fact the door leading into an office. Your office.

“This is where we’ll be working,” you said as you rounded your big oak desk. “The walls are concrete, so it’s also where we hide if there is an attack. If things go well, I’ll provide you with your own password, but you are not to be in here when I am not, unless I specifically instruct you too otherwise. And, Mr. Jeon, I will know if you are.”

“Understood. Please, call me Jungkook.”

You nodded.

“Aaaand… what should I call you?” he asked slowly.

“Ma’am,” you replied immediately. “And if I decide I like you, Ms. Park.”

“Ohhhkkkay,” he said, a tone of something in his voice you chose to ignore. “Is this for me?” he pointed towards the smaller wooden desk which sat perpendicular to yours. You nodded then reached for a box of files from the surface of a nearby cabinet. It wasn’t that heavy, but Jungkook rushed to you and took it, relieving you of the load and dropping it onto his desk.

“God, I haven’t seen this much paper since college.”

“Get used to it. We are very analog here. Everything we do is done by paper. We don’t use any computers or electronics, aside from a calculator,” you pointed to the printing calculator placed on his desk.

“May I ask why?”

“We don’t want anything getting tapped by the police, so we do it all old school. That’s why I need the help. It takes a lot longer to triple check the numbers when it’s all done by hand.”

“You triple check everything?”

“I like to be thorough. Especially when one mistake on paper can cost someone their limbs.”

Jungkook whistled and nodded.

“I won’t be here by the time you get back from the tailor - but be at my door at 8 AM tomorrow and you can start on this box. There are report templates in your drawer.” You looked back to him to ensure you were punctuating your next instructions. “Everything that happens in here stays in here. We don’t take anything out of this room, except what I sanction, and we don’t talk about any of this stuff to anyone. Not even in a broad sense.”

“There’s no one I know who would wanna talk about this anyway,” he chuckled.

“If people figure out that you’re my assistant, they will want to. They’ll corner you trying to do just that. Try to bribe you or threaten you, and if you slip once they will hang it over you forever. And if they hang it over you, then they’ll be hanging it over me – and I will not be pleased,” you glared into him, ensuring he could smell the threat behind your voice. “Don’t volunteer any information, and if someone asks you about what you do for me, you tell them you are security only.”

“Got it. Understood,” he replied firmly. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“I’ll be here with you if you have any issues with process, but, you’re a finance graduate after all, this should all be easy stuff for you. The only other rules that really apply are to triple check, and if you notice any inconsistencies, bring them up to me at once.”

“Inconsistencies?”

“We deal with the books for crooks and criminals. A lot of them are going to try to slip one by us and skim a little extra for themselves off the top. If something isn’t lining up, it’s my job to report it to Dongnam.”

“So, you’ve met him?” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“I report to him directly.”

“Wow. I didn’t realise you were that connected.”

You said nothing for a moment, then walked over to Jungkook, crossed your ankles and leaned against his desk. You noticed Jungkook’s eyes flit along the line of your legs until they met the curve of your ass tucked tightly beneath your silk pencil skirt. It was only a moment, but you felt the corner of your mouth threaten to tug upwards, amused by his brief but obvious moment of attraction to you. With a cough, however, you pulled his gaze back up to your eyes, and his face flushed slightly.

“You told me you wanted to move up in this organisation, Jungkook. You are now officially one step away from the top officials. But trust me when I say, this is as far as you want to go.”

“Why is that?”

“The cost is too great. Just keep your head down. Wear a dark suit. Do your job. Go home at the end of the day and fuck your girlfriend…” you paused for a moment, trying your best to hone your non-existent ability to assume a person’s sexuality, “or your boyfriend, before you fall asleep, and don’t ask questions.” His face morphed from careless bemusement to one of concern before he twisted his mouth in agreement. "Do you have any other questions?"

“Just one," he spoke hesitantly.

“What’s that?”

“Where am I staying?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do I keep living at the compound or am I supposed to live here?”

“You don’t have a home?”

“No. Most of us don’t.”

“You’ve been living at the compound this whole time?” it was more of a statement of realisation rather than a question. You’d forgotten most of the rookies were housed. Most of them needed to be. Broke and homeless was how Dongnam liked them. People who had nothing left to lose and would lay their loyalties to anyone who offered them a bed and a hot meal. You had seen the beds at the compound, and they really weren’t much to write home about, but in desperate times you knew all too well how much a mattress and a blanket meant to someone. Obviously, this was the circumstance Jungkook had come from as well. He got into this life because he was desperate, just the way so many of you were.

“Well, Taesub and Joohyuk don't stay here, but they each have a bedroom in the security room if the occasion calls for it. The third one was for you anyway. If you’d like, you can stay there."

“I mean, I can still sleep at the compound, if it’s a big deal. Train with the other guys when I’m off. Keep up with the gossip.”

“By gossip do you mean insightful and profound discussions about weapons and the female anatomy?” He bit his lip. You think he was trying to feign embarrassment remembering his interview from the day before, but a smile teased his lips. You tried to hold your gaze firm and serious, but you could feel your own mouth battling between your will and its own. “I don’t like that idea, but it’s up to you. What you do in your free time is none of my business. Regardless, this is still my home, and the security room is for our eyes only. So, no guests. Don't be bringing anyone over for the night and giving them a blueprint of all our operations."

“No problem,” he nodded, and you believed he was sincere. “We couldn’t bring anyone over to the compound either. At least here I can fall asleep without the sound of twenty snoring men and the smell of body odour,” his nose wrinkled at the thought. “Thank-you."

You gave him a few minutes to explore his desk and organise himself before you ushered him out of the room and directed him back to Taesub. Before he left however, he turned to you and said, "Girlfriend."

"Excuse me?"

"You told me to go home to my girlfriend or boyfriend. Girlfriend.”

You looked back at him puzzled as you tried to recall the exchange. “I mean I don't actually have one,” he continued, a bit flustered now. “But if I did, they would be a girlfriend."

“Why are you telling me this?"

"In case you were curious."

"I wasn't."

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A few weeks passed, and Jungkook’s transition went off without a hitch. He was smart, and fast learning, and as keen as they come. Taesub and Joohyuk had no issue slipping him into the schedule, showing their confidence in his capabilities - or… they were just very eager to chop down their own grueling hours. He snuck out on occasion to go visit the compound, presumably to train and to talk about tits and bullets. But otherwise, he mostly hung around your building, you guessed because he was happy to have a bedroom of his own. Aside from the fact that he was essentially a stranger to you, and therefore, you were constantly suspicious of him, there was really only one major issue with the new arrangement: the man was actually a “talker.” He somehow managed to slip that past you and you cursed yourself and him for it.

Granted, it hadn't started out like this - the first few days he was tepid, almost shy or perhaps unsure of himself as he focused hard on learning the ropes. But the more comfortable he got with his tasks, the more comfortable he felt around you - and the more comfortable he felt around you, the more he talked… and talked…

You were still baffled that he had gotten the impression he could be comfortable at all.

Each morning guaranteed you a full report on the events of the last 24 hours when he arrived at your door - right after his “Good Morning” daily greeting which you consistently did not reciprocate, hoping he would get the hint. Yesterday it had been about the best bread to make sandwiches on, the falling stocks of some briefly celebrated start-up you were too recluse to care about, a local festival he thought you should check out (you rolled your eyes hard at that suggestion), and some celebrity you had never heard of getting caught stealing from a box store.

Even after the man finally sat down and got lost in his work, he still made noise. He mumbled to himself – sometimes just an errant question or thought, but other times there would be a full-on conversation, as if there was a third person in the room.

You supposed it could be worse since his word vomit generally aired on the side of optimism and genuine curiosity. It would have been a nightmare if he was someone who just complained about the world all day… you did enough of that internally for the both of you. Plus, you didn't need to read the newspaper anymore.

Aside from that, work was going well, but you were becoming restless… again. It seemed to hit you more often these days, and although your resolutions to the problem rarely satiated you, you still handled them the way you normally did. You started with upping your pilates routine - it was supposed to bring you peace and serenity and some bullshit anyway. It didn’t, but it helped in its own way for a little while - but only a little. So next, you summoned Joohyuk for a couple rounds of squash, which he happily obliged after you replaced his racket which broke the last time you played. But he wasn’t always available to help the time pass through the evenings - which began to feel increasingly long, despite the nights actually becoming shorter. You needed… more… and you knew what it was you wanted - but you fought it.

You fought it because you knew there was a very big chance it wouldn’t cure your agitations regardless. But you also fought it because… well… Jungkook.

He was new.

He didn’t know you.

You didn’t know him.

At least Joohyuk and Taesub knew who you were, and you knew they weren’t the kinds of people to judge you.

But what would Jungkook think? And for whatever reason, why did this time you kind of cared what an employee thought?

Whatever it was, it kept you motivated to stave off the inevitable just a little longer. So, you upped your game, and sometime after the sunset and just before the moon rose, you began to take to the park to run.

You hated running. Well… maybe not, but you did hate those people who loved running - the kind who excitedly told you that running was a relaxant and an endorphin rush. It was insulting every time you made it past the 9 minute mark and wanted to die. Relaxed? You had never felt that - unless the screaming pain inside your lungs and calves was what “relaxed” felt like, in which case all those people were into some freakier shit than you could ever get into inside the mob. Endorphins? You had never felt that either - at least not running. But it did serve as a distractant, and since you didn’t do it often, it tired your muscles into an ache that served as an even greater distraction. The added benefit was it kept you in your dress size - you did have quite a few expensive pieces you were keen to keep a hold of - and would likely come in handy if you ever had to make a run for your life - which, given your line of work, was likely.

But, new habits die easy, and old habits are quick to take their place, and once again you found yourself needing for more. You needed time away from the confines of your life, you needed a recharge - but mostly, you needed an escape…. a body… a human… a connection - even if the connection wasn’t real.

“Joohyuk,” you buzzed the security room from your front door.

“Yes, ma’am,” his voice cracked through the intercom.

“I’m going out tonight.”

"Where this time? "

"The Supper Club again."

“When would you like to leave, ma’am?”

“An hour.”

“We’ll be ready.”

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An hour later, Jungkook stood in the entrance of your apartment as you looked yourself over in the mirror. Instead of the shade of crimson red painting your lips as it did daily, you had a clear gloss. Instead of a blouse and form fitted pencil skirt, you wore a graphic white tank top and denim shorts. You could tell Jungkook was shocked by the image of you dressed down and casual from your regular attire. But, tonight, you weren’t Crimson Park. Tonight, you were just another invisible girl.

"You know the way?" you asked him, as he held the back seat door open for you.

“Yes ma’am,” he closed the door then walked around the vehicle to take to the driver’s seat.

You pulled out a flask as he did and took a shot that would threaten to choke the average person.

“Looking to have a good night, I see,” he chuckled as he pulled out of the lot. You didn’t reply. Instead, you ignored him the whole drive, staring out the window and watching the lights pass by.

“Around back,” you instructed when you finally arrived. Jungkook pulled into an alleyway that led to the back of the club, surprised to find velvet ropes and a director for drivers.

“I didn’t know this was here," he mused as he pulled the car into the line up to the valet.

"There's a diner just through the alley, or you can stay with the car."

"I have specific instructions to come inside with you."

"And I'm instructing you otherwise."

"Joohyuk told me you would say that, so he said to remind you that when it came to security he was still in charge."

"I out rank him."

"Yeah, but he's scarier than you."

For a moment you felt competitive as you wondered how on earth Joohyuk was scarier than you, and how you could steal back the title.

"I'm going to need to do something about him," you rolled your eyes. "Fine. But at least take the tie and jacket off. We're going to a club, not a funeral.”

"Yes, ma'am."

You watched him from the back seat as he peeled his jacket off his shoulders. Even beneath the thin, white cotton, you noticed the line where his undershirt ended, and the flesh and muscle of his bare shoulders began. You tilted your head slightly as you watched him loosen his tie until he could pull the tail free from the knot. Now that you were out of the office and he wasn't annoying the hell out of you, you could appreciate that He was attractive - both boyishly handsome, but also oozing of raw masculinity.

He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to just below his elbows. His forearms were strong too - a preview of his biceps and shoulders which you had a hint of - and they tapered down to big hands that had long slender fingers.

That's what you wanted tonight. A solid body to press yourself against. If Jungkook wasn't your talkative as fuck employee, if he was instead just a face you found inside the club, you would definitely be aiming to fuck him by midnight. But since he wasn't just a stranger you were waiting to meet, you decided instead to grant yourself a moment of cheap, vulgar appreciation at the unintended eroticism of how he was presently mussing up his near perfectly coiffed hair in the rear-view mirror.

He looked good trimmed up in his suit, but there was something about being dishevelled in a suit that was so incredibly sexy. You were sure he would turn heads when he walked into the club, he would have no issue garnering attention all night if he wanted it. It made you wonder what kind of life he had lived before you met him - and what kind of trouble he got up to with that physique and charm. What kind of man was he behind it all?

He noticed you watching him through the mirror, and he froze when your eyes locked. You held his gaze for a moment, your face an indifferent expression. Then you turned your head to watch nothing out the window and took a long, burning swing from your flask.

Your senses were flooded by strobe lights, a heavy bass and the scent of bodies and alcohol upon entering the bar. You could feel just a few eyes of folks on the prowl turn towards you, but you knew on this side of town they had no clue who you were. You also noticed eyes look behind you, falling on to Jungkook. Some wondering if he was yours, and others wondering if they could make him theirs. Too bad for them he was on duty.

You made your way to the bar and ordered a vodka seltzer. Jungkook followed you and ordered a soda for himself. You could feel his tension as he scanned the room looking for potential threats.

"You don't need to be like that in here. No one knows me," you told him to calm down. "For that matter, you don't know me either. So don't hover and look so serious. I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

It didn't take long for you to finish your first seltzer and you refreshed it quickly, taking even less time to finish the second before you moved on to the third. An hour passed. And then another. And then another and you were drunk. Drunk and swaying carelessly on the dance floor in a lonely trance. Covered in glitter, beer and sweat, while you cradled your latest drink, you couldn’t care less about the world around you nor the people around you. Jungkook had moved to the sidelines and watched you the whole night, but you didn’t notice him either. He wasn’t there to be noticed anyway. He was there to make sure you got home at the end of the night.

Nearing last call, you felt a pair of hands wrap themselves around your waist. You turned to notice a guy in a too-tight black shirt and even tighter pants grinning down at you. He was handsome, and by the way he looked at you and by the way his hands gripped you a little too tight, you were sure from the get-go that he was everything you were looking for.

Minutes later – your suspicions were confirmed as you found his tongue darting spastically down your throat, and his hands groping you all too enthusiastically.

“Everything ok here?” you heard a voice suddenly all too close. You broke from Tight-Shirt’s sloppy kiss and your eyes focused in on Jungkook standing concerningly back at you.

“We’re fine, dude,” Tight-Shirt grunted, not at all intimidated by Jungkook's size and hardened expression.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he sneered back.

“It’s okay,” you turned back to Tight-Shirt. “He’s just my driver.”

“You have a driver?” he cocked his eyebrows at you in suggestion. “I guess we don't need a cab, then. Should we direct him to your place or mine?" he nibbled on your earlobe as he said the last part.

“Mine,” you replied, then turned to Jungkook. “Get the car.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook eyed Tight-Shirt again.

“Do as I say, please,” you snapped back. Tonight was not a night you wanted to deal with Jungkook’s passive insubordination.

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“Mm, baby, you smell like roses,” Tight-Shirt moaned against your neck in the back seat of the car, his hand roughly groping your breast under your shirt. You didn’t smell like roses. Your perfume was an amber, gardenia blend. Not a rose near it. He was just putting you on, but – oh well.

Tight-shirt went back to mouthing your neck and you softly hummed with his ministrations. He was too much. Too soft in the right places and too rough in the wrong, but still, it wasn’t like it was a deal breaker - this is what you decided you needed for the night.

You felt his hand creep down from your breast and dance with the waistband of your shorts.

“Don’t do that,” you whispered a smile at him. “We have company.” Your eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror. Jungkook was staring stone-faced ahead to the road. He didn’t even shift his gaze when Tight-Shirt flicked open the button and you let out a loud giggle.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry about him. I’ll be sure to tip him. Although he’ll probably beat himself later from listening to us. Isn’t that right, guy?” he called up to the front seat.

Gosh, this guy was such an asshole. But still, you carried on your debauchery in the back seat, but not until after you hit the button for the partition – separating Jungkook and yourself.

⁂

“Jungkook, could you come here please,” you pressed the call button from your apartment and waited impatiently for a response. Moments later, a knock at the door came and you called for him to come in. Still in your bra and panties, you had pulled a robe on to cover yourself. Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, and you didn’t – no, you couldn’t – look Jungkook in the eye. So instead, you stared at the floor. Tight-shirt was now in nothing but his tight-pants, and he was red in the face staring daggers at you from across the entrance.

“Please escort him out of the building,” you said promptly. Jungkook’s eyes darted between the two of you. He clearly picked up on the fact that something was wrong which left you even more mortified. You could tell he wanted to say something, or do something, and you appreciated the gesture of concern, but all you really wanted was this guy the fuck out of your apartment.

“Now, please,” you raised your voice and knocked him back to his senses.

“Let’s go,” he said promptly, as he looked Tight-Pants over. That doe-eyed look of his was long gone by now. You were a bit taken aback to see how quickly his aura could shift when duty called.

Reluctantly, tight-pants walked over the threshold and out of your life – but not without a final piercing glare.

“That’s enough,” Jungkook gave him a slap to the back of the head, noticing the exchange. You exhaled a sigh of relief when the door closed behind them. You didn’t realise how much oxygen you had been depriving yourself of since things all went awry. You flopped yourself onto the couch and pulled your head between your hands as you tried to slow your beating heart. You nearly shrieked when you heard a light knock at the door.

“Who is it?” you called.

“It’s just me, ma’am,” you heard Jungkook from the other side.

“What is it?” you snapped back. Irritated that he had come back, nonetheless, scared you. You were now lamenting about why it had to be Jungkook tonight, when the other two already knew the drill and you could avoid this awkwardness entirely. You heard the door creak as Jungkook opened it timidly. When he noticed you on the couch, he pushed the door the rest of the way and entered the hall.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said in a low, soothing tone.

“Everything is fine,” you replied curtly. He scanned your face and your body; you could tell he was searching for anything that shouldn't be there.

“Did…” he began but he trailed off.

“Just say it, Jungkook, I’m tired.”

“Did he hurt you? Cuz if he did, I can take care of it. You don’t even have to know.”

“No, no, Jungkook, I’m fine. There’s nothing to take care of.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Please. Just go. I need to sleep.”

With a pause and a reluctant nod, Jungkook left quietly.

Go to Chapter 3.

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #bts fanfic #jungkook mafia au #jungkook x reader

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btsmakesmehappy · 1 year

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K-drama recommendation (part 1?)

Hey there!

oh my god.. How I miss writing in tumblr!

Right now I want to share my favorite K-drama that I’ve watched until now.

Start-up (2020)

yes. this is an old drama. But I am insisting in writing it now because I watched it for the third/fourth time.

I don’t want to write the summary of the drama, because you guys can look for it in wiki. But I want to share what I love about that drama!

the casts! I always love Suzy and Nam joohyuk, and so when I knew they played together in this drama I just couldn’t wait. Their chemistry, their acting, their visual. just wow

the story! You can find anything you want there: comedy, drama, family, romance, career, friendship..

the script! If you read my fanfic that I’ve written in this account, you must know that I love angsty-fluff, with poetic-metaphor- and full of hidden meanings. The words Istg... It’s simple and yet it portrays and adds the emotion to the scene. if I may say, I think it’s the most perfect script I’ve ever watched

Knowledge! just the continuation from the script, i love how this drama also gives us knowledge about start up, business, and AI. It’s fresh

I just love Dosan! many ppl will hate me for this, but I ship dosan and dalmi, not ji pyeong. I love how he decides to help Dalmi, how he falls in love with her immediately, how he feels inferior and not entitled to be with her and yet he wants to (isn’t it the most humane thing?), how he tries his best to be the best for her and makes her dream come true, how he shows his admiration and love in little things he does for her, how heartbroken he looks when he come back to seoul, ARRGH it’s just how it’s not love?

“follow your dream: and my dream is you”. okay, when I write this I just feel dejavu. I think I wrote almost the same thing when I reviewed Go go squid: DT.Appledog’s time. LMAO, maybe I am that hopeless romantic and a love story like this is my favorite. DOSAN’S LOVE IS THAT PURE Y”ALL (cries)

I watched many titles for more than 1 time, and I usually laughs whenever I watched them, even though I know the story. But this drama, that angsty-fluff feeling always hurt my little heart, and not all those drama capable to do it, and I even watched this drama with 1.5 to 2.0 speed. Still tugging my heartstrings

Overall it’s a perfect drama. with realistic topic, pure love, greaaattt script, great chemistry.

9.95/10 - definitely will watch again for the nth times

*p.s. 0.05 point is deducted because how can a coding technician be as buff and handsome as Dosan LOL

#jess recommendation #jess rambles #kdrama #Drama recommendation

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dizzymuses · 1 year

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❆・:*｡( nam joohyuk. twentysix. cis man. ) | look who entered the cabin! it’s HAJOON NA. HE is known for being the HIMBO of the group & that’s because they can be AFFABLE but also NAIVE. we bet they’re excited to be coming back to the cabin. they believe GUY.EXE by SUPERFRUIT is the best way to describe them. wonder what trouble they’ll be getting into this season.

hi hi, okay finally getting around to writing this intro. sadly, still not on my laptop bc god forbid anything ever gets delivered as planned lol. so pls forgive me if this turns out somewhat sub-par, i’m typing it on my equally sub-par ipad keyboard rip. fingers crossed i might get my charger on monday. but let’s get to business - this is hajoon, who also happens to be a brand new muse for me. he’s equal parts precious baby and big headed idiot. v sociable, trusting and endearing but also probably up to some dumb shit at any given time. let’s get into it (yuh) SKJDFHK

basics.

name: hajoon na.

nicknames: joon, joonie.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he/him.

age: 26.

date of birth: march 19th, 1996 (making him a pisces).

place of birth: harbor springs, michigan.

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean.

occupation: dog trainer, tiktok creator.

orientation: bisexual, biromantic.

biography.

hajoon na was born as the first child to hyunjin na and angelica kwon, respectively an accountant and a nurse. both of them were overjoyed to welcome their son and start their little family, which had until then only consisted of the two of them and their dog valentine. however, they shouldn’t remain such a small family for very long as hajoons little sister was born only two years after him, making his run as an only child ever so short-lived. hajoon didn’t resent his sister though, instead fully embracing this new role as her older brother. it was fun to have somebody he could take care of and who would blindly follow his lead for quite a few years.

while there family was never rich, they didn’t have to worry for much, especially since their parents placed both of their well-being before most other concerns. their education was another one of the things they really cared for and so the whole family even travelled through europe twice when hajoon was in his teens. all in all, he wasn’t ever a disappointment to his parents, eager to please them. however, he also wasn’t quite the high-achiever they might have wished for. always getting good but honestly no exceptional grades, even though he was already studying much more than he personally would have liked. his sister, harin, proved herself to be much more the academic his parents were hoping for.

honestly, it wasn’t always easy for joon to have a younger sister who quite possibly was much smarter than him but in the end he was glad for her and his parents. they got what they wanted after all, with a daughter who soaked up all the knowledge she could get her hands on, especially everything space related. on the other hand, hajoon coasted through college, not quite smart enough to be of notice but certainly well liked by his peers. he was always one of the popular kids, despite never really trying. while others might have stepped on people to get them up the ranks, he had never done anything of particular note aside from having a massive glow-up in his teens and genuinely being nice to pretty much everyone.

maybe it’s the fact that he’d always been so effortlessly popular or the way his parents were basically as supportive as could be but it means that hajoon grew up to often blindly trust others and be pretty self-assured. sure, he knows now that he certainly isn’t extraordinarily smart but extraordinarily handsome was also worth something, right? after school he didn’t quite know what to do with life and so he took an infamous gap-year, mostly spent volunteering at the local animal shelter. it was there that he realised he wanted to work with animals long-term and so he began working towards becoming a certified dog trainer.

by now he works as a dog trainer, having opened his own training center with a friend of his. through a tiktok he once made with his own dog, friday, which was mostly meant to be educational, he had already gotten a small following on the site. ever since the group’s tiktok blew up in 2019 and the show was aired afterwards, however, that following had become quite sizeable and he has continued posting. i would personally describe his content as a wild mixture of educational dog training tips, tiktok’s everyone but himself would describe as thirst traps and dad jokes. harin always tells him he should stick exclusively with dog content because the rest of it is supposedly cringe af. but the internet at large doesn’t quite seem to agree with that assessment.

ok, that is all i have for u rn bc this is getting on my last nerve.i’d love to brainstorm some plot ideas w u and get things going for my boi. tysm for reading through this and maybe i’ll add to it once i have a proper keyboard again kfdjhkdfd.

#i will def work on this again later but it shall be enough for the current… situation dfgfkjdgh #also it he can’t have his dog w him sadly but he does have one and her name is friday

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jeonstellate · 2 years

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[97✙] a life built without you

soulhi drops another video: this time, halia and vier are doing the best friend tag.

✙彡 appearances by song juwon (oc) and hua xiuwei (oc)

✙彡 paragraph format — 1.3K words

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✙彡 view song juwon’s (halia’s) public profile.

✙彡 every dialogue in bold is said in either korean or mandarin, as indicated.

present.

Halia sits on the living room floor, right in the space between the couch and the coffee table. Her legs are crossed and tucked under her, whilst her back is lightly touching the couch behind her. She knows her legs are bound to fall asleep sooner or later if she holds her position all throughout, so she mentally urges her current companion to hurry.

"Let me start recording," Vier says almost out of nowhere, as if he has heard her thoughts. "Three . . . Two . . . One . . . Welcome back to SoulHi! As usual, this is Vier—" [Mandarin]

"—and Halia!" Halia finishes the introduction easily, matching his energy perfectly. "Long time no see, SoulLos!"

"Shining solo," Vier sings unprompted, completely with the matching dance move and self-made instrumentals. [Korean]

She laughs at his antics, "You totally named them SoulLos just so you can sing that every time, didn’t you?"

"I did not," he defends himself. "They named themselves."

Halia turns back her attention to the filming equipments that are set up on top of the coffee table. "For today’s video, Vier and I will be doing a reminiscent of the best friend tag."

She procures bowl with folded papers inside as her partner further explains the mechanics of what they’ll be doing. "Halia and I will take turns drawing from the bowl, randomly reading a question that we wrote beforehand, and answering them as honest as we can."

"We wrote seven questions each, but we didn’t tell each other what we put down, so this should be interesting." She adds, shaking the bowl a little to mix its contents. "It’d be funny if we happened to write a same question."

Vier hums in contest, "I doubt it. We don’t share the same braincell."

Halia looks at him, not at all in approval of his comment, "Sure, bro."

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

"Let’s do best of three," Vier hasily tells her after he lost the first round. Yet, unfortunately, after two more extra rounds, Halia still ends up as the winner — much to his dismay.

"Alright, first question," Halia unrolls the paper she fished out from the bowl. "Which celebrity do you think I’m in love with?"

He starts laughing. "You want me to expose you?"

"It’s only asking for one, don’t give a list," she warns him with a soft glare. "Just say who you think I’m most in love with right now."

"This is too difficult." His forehead lightly creases as he tries his hardest to think. His next words then come slowly, as his brain works through all the uncertainty. "Maybe Kim . . . Min . . . gyu? . . . Of Seventeen?"

"What!" She bursts, "That’s not even close the truth! If anything, it’s Nam Joohyuk—"

"Hey!" Vier immediately interrupts her outburst. "You asked for my opinion! There shouldn’t be a right or wrong answer!"

"Oof. Right, right. Fine." She surrenders right away, then promptly changes the topic of discussion. "I think yours is Hu Yixuan, yes?"

"I would neither confirm or deny."

"Why, you—"

"When do you think I attended my first concert?" Vier reads from the piece of paper between his fingers. "I don’t remember ever talking about this? Have we?"

"I don’t remember how it came up, but I remember you told me your first concert was One Direction’s," Halia indirectly answers his question, albeit with a shade of uncertainty, "because you had to go with your cousin."

"Oh, wait, I think I remember now!" He snaps his fingers as the forgotten memory comes to him. "We talked about it around the time we first planned to go to a concert together, right?"

"Uh-huh, I think that sounds right," she confirms. "Do you remember what I said my first concert was?"

"Uh," he draws out the syllable as he thinks. "Oh! It was a Seventeen concert, wasn’t it? Because of your best friend?"

"Yes!" Halia is ecstatic that he manages to remember, "That’s right. I was there for moral support."

"Moral support? But you’re a Carat?"

She waves her hand in dismissal, "Doesn’t change the fact that I was there for moral support."

"I just realized we technically didn’t answer the question."

"Shh, too late for that. Let’s just pretend that we did."

"Next question: Do you think I like pineapples on my pizza?"

"You don’t," Vier answers almost right away, with utmost conviction. To seal his answer, he even looks at her straight in the eye — almost as though he’s daring her to argue.

Halia can only burst out laughing at her friend’s sudden seriousness. "Are you— Are you sure you’re not projecting?" She manages to question him in between her laughing fit.

The seriousness on his face is then immediately replaced by shock. "Don’t tell me you actually like it?"

"I grew up with it, so," she nonchalantly shrugs.

"I’ve known you for years and I’m barely— I can’t believe this." Vier comments, all notably dramatic from the way his speech and movement shift. "I’m literally judging you so hard right now."

Halia laughs at his dramatics. Choosing not to reply to his comment, she instead shakes her head, "How did I end up having two best friends that don’t like pineapple on pizza?"

"Oh? That’s great! Lemme meet your other best friend so we can talk trash about you and your pineapple pizza."

She playfully glares and hit his nearest arm. "It’s called a Hawaiian pizza, you uncultured swine."

"Okay, no, but seriously. I need to meet your best friend #1 so we can gossip about you. It’d be fun!"

". . . Remind me to never let the two of you meet."

"What do you think my favorite Disney/Pixar short is?"

Halia looks at him as she thinks, humming to herself as she assesses him. "Probably those shorts about Jack-Jack," she says after a while. "I think you’ve rewatched those more than the others, honestly."

"That’s valid." Vier takes the folded piece of paper from her to put it with the rest; with the pile of already answered questions. "If the number of rewatch is the criteria we’re going with, then I’ll have to guess your favorite is either ‘Paperman’ or ‘The Blue Umbrella.’"

She hums in acknowledgment — and doesn’t give anything else beyond that. "What would you say if it was based on another criteria, then?"

"‘Float,’" Vier answers like it’s the easiest question asked of him. "That one made you bawl your eyes out."

"The dad asked the baby why can’t he just be normal, Vier. How can I not cry?"

"You kept crying even after it ended," he reminds her. "It was kinda concerning."

Halia refuses to let him win, even if their conversation is nowhere near a competition. "You did the same thing for ‘Bao,’ remember?"

"I only shed a few tears, that’s not the same," he dismisses her comparison with a wave.

"Next question: Out of all the nicknames given to me, which one do you think is my favorite?" Halia reads before handing the paper to her companion.

"Little Ju, for sure," her friend answers straight away, with full confidence. [Mandarin]

"Of course you would say that," she shakes her head in disbelief, although with a smile at the corners of her lips. "You’re the one who gave me that nickname, after all."

Vier merely ignores her comment and opts to just finish expressing his thoughts. "Either that or Monday, since your other best friend gave that one to you."

"Alright," she nods as she murmurs "not bad" under her breath as an afterthought. "As for you . . . " she trails off as she thinks, "rather than a nickname already given to you . . . I think— I think your absolute favorite one will be babe, especially when you meet your future wife." [Mandarin]

Vier looks at her, an amused look is painted on his face. "You’re really great at this."

"Nah," Halia denies his compliment with a laugh, "I just know you."

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