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summary: in which leaving the past behind is not as easy as forgetting, and you want to be everything jungkook wants to know.

idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / angst, fluff / wc: 7.9k

playlist: strange by celeste / sinking by clairo / manta rays by chloe moriondo / ceilings by beabadoobee / iris (cover) by phoebe bridgers & maggie rogers

content/warnings: [deep breath] no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle / it’s their first winter as a couple / oc’s ex bf slaps oc / jk beats up the ex / blood and bruises / crying :( / mention of cheating (not in our main’s rs we don’t tolerate that in this household :]) / mention of s*x / jimin as both their older brother and friend :(

in which masterlist!

note: greeting 2024 with angst woopsie… i literally ugly sobbed writing a particular scene T_T… anwww i hope it’s a good read <3 as always reblogs and feedback are appreciated! i’d love to hear your thoughtsss 🥺

—

the word VICTORY flashes across the screen.

with a proud smirk adorning his lips, jungkook pushes down his headphones to hang around his neck.

he rises from his seat, resting his crossed arms over the partition dividing the computer that you’re renting from his.

“hi, baby. are you almost done?”

he chuckles to himself when he realizes that you didn’t hear him, not with the music blasting from your headphones. you direct your attention upwards when endless song by no reply is abruptly put on pause; the cushions of the headphones are pressed up against your cheek by your boyfriend’s doing.

“what?”

“hi, baby. are you almost done?”

“oh, yes…” your focus returns to the screen, fast fingers dancing along the keyboard without an ounce of hesitation weighing on them. “i just… need to… send the file to my email.”

jungkook blinks at the long rows of words you’re masterfully curating, thinking to himself — how the hell do you think and type that fast at the same time?

it was his suggestion to stay at a pc bang tonight so you could be together while you each do your own thing. he spent his half of his day-off playing games, and during that time, you worked on your research paper and finished an essay that isn’t even due for another week. you took a break every hour, munched on some snacks, and cheered him on while he was diligently playing. perhaps he could’ve done something more productive today, but it couldn’t have made him happier.

he holds out the last slice of gimbap in between chopsticks, lightly poking your lips, and his heart flutters when you offer him a sweet smile after welcoming the big bite with some difficulty, cheeks full and nose scrunched.

“is there anything else you want to eat?”

you shake your head, and unable to speak while chewing, you gesture for water as if you’re playing charades.

a kiss is granted to your forehead.

when he comes back with a bottled water, all your tabs have been closed and you’re wearing your white beret again, re-organizing your belongings in your backpack.

“ready to leave?” he inquires as he hands your order.

you hum as a reply, standing from your seat as you swing the backpack over your head to wear it with little to no effort.

jungkook thinks you’re so cool.

you visit the restroom as he settles the bill. when you come out, he’s already pulling out a credit card from his wallet. you decide to head straight for the door then, wait for him outside as the air inside the room has started to feel a little too stuffy after you stepped away from the computer.

you’ve always thought about it— how time stands still when you experience something traumatic, how that moment feels stretched for eternity… how utterly barbaric that is. you’re forced to memorize frames of the origin of your scars, relive it over and over again, eyes closed and open. moments of happiness, on the other hand, are fleeting. they are sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers. getting out of bed is scooping them in your hands and praying that they will hold on to you in the following rotations and revolutions of the earth. they never do.

there he stood at the bottom of the stairs, just as horrified as you.

his face is the last thing you want to see on a winter night.

because you still recall the amalgamation of emotions in his eyes two winters ago. his skin was flushed from the cold, but he turned redder with anger and your stomach coiled in shame.

“juwon?”

the name felt odd in your mouth. it’s like when you eat a food you haven’t had in a long time, and it doesn’t quite taste like you remember it.

and to be honest, you didn’t know what you expected to happen when he carried on to climb the remaining steps that led to you. but it definitely wasn’t… this.

the first hand to carress your bare body, as if it was in disbelief of its existence, and the rings you used to blindly adore— they collide with your cheek with a sound that resonates in your eardrums.

the slap thins out into a ringing noise.

“are you insane?!”

it continues to assault your hearing even as you scream and hit him back.

it ends when someone bumps against your shoulder in a haste, and the next thing you register is juwon lying on the ground with jungkook sitting on top him, balled fist throwing unforgiving punches at your ex-boyfriend’s face. juwon is held hostage by the shock and is unable to reciprocate jungkook’s aggression. he attempts to fight back but your boyfriend dodges easily.

“jungkook! stop, stop, stop!”

you run down the stairs with panic thundering in your chest, nearly in tears as you forcefully grasp at the back of jungkook’s coat to pull him away, but with his strength and the adrenaline flowing through his veins, your efforts prove to be fruitless.

“you fucking bastard! i’m gonna kill you!”

“that’s enough-” you cry out. “please!”

“how dare you lay a hand on my girlfriend like that, huh?!”

he is furious, gripping the collar of juwon’s sweater and slamming him to the ground.

“your girl?” coughing, juwon faces the side to spit out the blood in his mouth, which then shapes into an arrogant smirk. “didn’t you know? ____ was mine first. i was the first!”

the next punch he receives cuts his lower lip open, and a stronger metallic taste assaults his tongue.

“jungkook!”

before jungkook could inflinct more permanent damage, you resort to holding back his arm with both of your hands.

your gazes connect, and your heart drops to your stomach. he is seething with anger. your blood runs cold and a thick haze clouds your thinking. you can’t move your limbs. what do you do? what do you do? what do you do?

“____, let go. i’m not fucking finished with him.”

“please,” you beg, ignorant of the tears that have begun to slide down your cheeks. “that’s enough. look at him!”

“and why should i care?” he spits out as he shrugs you off.

“ah, jungkook! i said that’s enough! why won’t you listen to me?!”

your desperate tantrum falls on deaf ears. you squeeze your eyes shut when he re-assumes his stance, tucks his thumb over his folded fingers, exactly what he taught you about making a proper fist to avoid injuring one’s self when boxing.

“stop it! you’re scaring me!”

that throws a bucket of ice over jungkook’s head. the anger in his eyes is replaced by vacancy, and with that, juwon seizes the opportunity to finally strike him with a jab and escape from underneath him. jungkook finds himself pushed aside on the ground with a throbbing cheek, mostly likely to be noticeably bruised in the next hours.

“love-” you gasp, and you rush over to him but your path gets rudely obstructed by your ex.

“is this the guy you cheated on me with?”

he is extremely near that you can feel him panting on your face. two years later, your stomach coils in disgust. your glare is venomous, and if only looks could kill, if only looks could kill…

“just leave, won’t you? what’s the point of all this?” you roughly push him away with your remaining shred of energy, driven by exhaustion and frustration. “it was so long ago! get a fucking grip!”

he huffs in disbelief as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. it also drips from his nose and eyebrow. strange enough, you do not feel guilt nor compassion for this man. not anymore.

“are you seriously crying just because he got punched one time…? isn’t that a little unfair? you loved me too. once.” he snickers, but he is visibly pissed off. he can no longer look at you in the eye. “shit, is he that much of a better fuck than me?”

your skin crawls. bile creeps up your throat. technically speaking, this is the consequence of your own actions, but you can’t help but to be resentful.

“you are…” your voice trembles, but your glare remains unwavering. “still as despicable and shallow as ever… and i don’t regret what i did.”

and it may have been a long time ago, but you still know how to hit him where it hurts the most— his ego.

you purposely bump against his shoulder as you make your way to jungkook, leaving him speechless as he stares at the ground. the night the two of you broke up, you were crying and begging him for forgiveness… what the fuck happened?

“let’s go home.” you demand quietly while refusing to meet jungkook’s stare— a mix of confusion, offense, and rage.

but the thing about juwon? he always needs to have the last word.

“you better keep a close eye. you might think you know ____, but whores never change. especially those who became one so young.”

“dude, how are you still speaking?!”

it’s too late when you realize that jungkook has left your side. he swings at juwon’s face with a force that sends the man stumbling backwards. he completely loses balance then collapses on the ground with a curse that almost misses your ears.

“don’t ever go near ____ again! don’t even think of it! if you show your face to me again, i might really end up fucking killing you. you hear me?!”

—

jungkook doesn’t recall a time when he felt a rage this intense and consuming. witnessing you get slapped, his vision went dark and he was shaking with fury. everything was a blur after that, but he knew one thing: this man violated the most precious person to him, and he won’t allow him to get away with that unscathed.

and that must be why he feels restless until now. neither one of you has dared to utter a word for the past couple of minutes. he can’t see your face as you’re walking ahead of him, leading the way with his wrist in your cold hand. however, he can hear your sniffles, and he can see you wiping your tears dry with the back of your hand. he thought he has experienced heartbreak, but this pain cuts deeper than anything he has ever felt.

“baby, let’s go back.”

he breaks the silence, standing infront of you to stop you on your tracks. he almost reeks of desperation as he intertwines your fingers together.

“please? there should be a cctv camera infront. we can sue him.”

“are you even hearing yourself? you’ll also get into trouble!”

his insistence only fuels the urge to cry and scream and break things. it’s an understatement to say that you’re ashamed. it was foolish of you, really, to assume that leaving the past behind would be as easy as forgetting. it may be out of sight but it is everywhere, and it sneaks up on you without tell and mercy.

“you attacked him out of nowhere! he can sue you for that too!”

“out of nowhere?” he repeats your words slowly, hurt flashing across his face. “i was protecting you, ____! who knows what else he could’ve done? and the shit he was talking about you? was i just supposed to stand there and do nothing?”

“and i’m protecting you too! why did you even have to punch him again?! he was obviously just trying to provoke you! god, i-” you release the air in your lungs you didn’t realize you’ve been holding. “thank god he didn’t see your face.”

that struck a nerve for some reason. he harshly rips off the mask that has been concealing half of his face all along.

“he hit you! look- fuck, you’re bleeding-”

oh, his rings must’ve grazed you.

jungkook brings out a clean white handkerchief from the backpocket of his pants, pressing it softly against your cheek. the sharp sting forces you to grit your teeth. it’s not only the wound… your skin is still warm and tender from the assault. you’re terrified to look at the mirror. you don’t want to feel sorry for yourself.

“and that’s what you’re really worried about right now?”

“okay, then i’m sorry for caring about my boyfriend and his career! i’m sorry, okay?!“

he dies a little inside when you harshly push his hand aside.

so this is what it feels like to be at the other end of your anger… shitty. it feels really shitty. after what happened, there is no sadness or fear. the twinkle in your eyes have been replaced with sharp daggers and it is gutwrenching to watch. it clicks for him then: you weren’t scared of him. you were scared for him.

he doesn’t allow you to go further than ten feet away. he seizes your arm before sneaking his hand on your waist to tug you closer to his body.

“you think i’m letting you out of my sight again? it’s not happening!”

you click your tongue in exasperation, left with no choice but to admit defeat as he hails the approaching taxi. you cover your face to hide from the blinding headlights.

ever the gentleman, jungkook opens the door for you.

“get in, ____.”

and the first thought that enters your mind: the air freshener is nauseating. it has to be something mixed with lemon.

you roll the window down as your boyfriend dictates the address of your destination to the taxi driver. not yours, but his. you send him an unimpressed scowl, but he only looks back at you challengingly under the warm dim light. the soft cloth is placed over your wound again, rudely snatched as you turn away from him. you hold it on your own as you watch the world outside the window, streetlamps with blurry light streaks and homes you will never set foot into. in the midst of your musing, you register the weight on your head, or its lack thereof. your beret landed on the ground in the aftermath of the first strike. what is there left to lose?

you thought you could be happy at last, but beside you is another soul you’ve stained with your bloody hands.

juwon was right, you never change.

—

“i still don’t think it’s right that i know the password.” you whisper as you push the door open.

“but i have a key to your house. what’s the difference?”

“i don’t know…” you begin removing your boots, carefully placing each one in the middle level of the shoe rack. “you live with six other people.”

“namjoon-hyung and yoongi-hyung are in their studios. the others went home.”

you enter the living room with jungkook hugging you from behind. his cheek rests on top of your shoulder, and he doesn’t want to let you go. the ride here was suffocating. he thought you wouldn’t talk to him for the rest of the night anymore.

you blink at jimin who is sprawled out on the sofa, a gray blanket that matches his sweatpants is covering his naked torso.

“why does he sleep here? doesn’t he have a bed?”

“the sofa is more comfortable.” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear as he opens his eyes halfway, but then he gives up and closes them again, curling in on himself to resume his slumber.

“okay… now i know what to get you for your birthday.”

for a brief second jungkook assumes that you’re joking, but you sounded way too nonchalant.

“a sofa?”

“a new mattress,” you blankly stare back at him, before proceeding to break free from his embrace to search for the bathroom.

he follows you like a lost puppy, whining. “why does he already have a birthday gift and i don’t?!”

“quiet!”

he winces. “sorry, hyung!”

—

you’re perched in the space between jungkook’s thighs, legs swung over one of them as he tenderly presses a cold compress against your left cheek. you’ve changed into the pair of pink cooky pajamas he wore a few times and has kept in his closet specially for you. sinking into his mattress, drowsiness has also begun to seep into the depths of your bones. it’s been an arduous week, and you’re exhausted of fighting in every sense of the word.

“he deserves more than what he got away with.” he mutters through gritted teeth.

“jungkook, enough.” you chide at him with a sigh. “let’s just forget about this.”

“your face is going to be bruised for atleast a week! how am i supposed to ‘just forget’? are you hearing yourself?”

your rhetoric question from earlier comes back to gnaw at your thread-like sanity. you feel backed into a corner. you can’t think of a solution that will put this issue at rest, much less make either one of you feel better.

“he’s not worth it.”

“you are to me.” he declares.

it’s impossible to argue with that. you want it to stay true. you want him to keep believing in you.

“i’m tired.” you whisper, removing yourself from his lap. “let’s go to sleep.”

he gazes at you with longing.

you are lying on his bed but you have never felt so far away.

“are we really not going to talk about this?”

“not now. i’m tired, jungkook.”

“baby…”

“juwon is a terrible person, but i had it coming…” you mumble. “that’s all there is to it.”

foreboding silence falls upon the bedroom. you can’t bring yourself to look at jungkook, so you close your eyes and pray that when the sun rises, this night will simply turn out to be a nightmare orchestrated by your wicked mind.

“whatever that is, it doesn’t warrant what he did.” he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart into a thousand shards. “and i’m sorry that i couldn’t stop it from happening.”

—

jungkook returns after his shower, not yet done with drying his dripping hair with a towel. you’ve drifted off to sleep in the time that he was gone, lips slightly parted open as you breathe out puffs of air in a steady rhythm. your hair is a halo and you’re an angel snoozing on a cloud.

he heard it loud and clear, and you haven’t denied it either, but there’s not a part of him that believes it. is he blindly in love with you? is this what he was warning him about? are you not an angel, but a siren?

wary of waking you up, he attaches a bandaid to your cheek. he flicks the lightswitch but he turns on the night lamp so you won’t have to manuever the dark incase you wake up in the middle of the night in need of the bathroom.

shit, shit, shit. he curses in his head when you begin shuffling as soon as he settles himself on the bed, but it’s just you unknowingly seeking for warmth in your sleep. he gathers you in his arms and your pillow is abandoned in favor of his naked chest. it always feels fitting, like his heart is the stuffed toy that you can’t go without at night.

he swallows the lump in his throat, brushing your hair away from your face to gently caress your soft skin. you look so serene. but your ex’s fingers can be traced on the red bruise that has tainted your cheek and his jaw clenches, hand momentarily balling into a fist to release the leftover anger still boiling in his blood. everyday, you feel the need to act tough because of people like him, and you are… but deep down, he knows, that you just crave to be loved.

“you loved me too. once.”

however, that has lost its meaning when juwon didn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved.

and jungkook admits it’s not as easy for him to do in a whole different dimension. he leads a kind of life not everyone survives, but that never stopped him for trying his damn hardest.

—

you’re awoken in the middle of the night by jungkook’s forehead accidentally knocking against yours. his snoring doesn’t cease, however, and you had to remind yourself that this is the same boy who continued sleeping despite rolling off his inflated sleeping bag on camera.

you slowly sit up as you rub the sleep from your eyes. you spend an unknown amount of time spaced out, barely blinking. afterwards, you force yourself to leave the comfort of the bed, taking the cold compress along with you. you drain the melted ice over the kitchen sink before opening the refrigerator to refill it with ice cubes. you can’t help but to allow your eyes to wander around, which then leads you to contemplate on whether to cook ramen or not… but then again, it’s already 3am and most likely, you won’t be able to sleep again if you do.

“yah! why are doing just standing there?”

the deep voice echoes throughout the kitchen. you yelp in shock, nearly dropping the ice bag as you tap on your pounding chest.

“i told you to stop doing that!”

jimin bursts into a fit of too delighted giggles, hunched over the kitchen counter as he places a hand over his belly. he’s fully clothed this time, fresh from the shower, judging from his hair.

“it’s not funny!” you whine. “one of these days i might be holding a knife when you do that!”

“ey, what would you be holding a knife for? jungkook never lets you lift a finger while you’re here.”

that’s just because he knows you’re not very talented in the kitchen.

the wide smile on his face then fades, expression morphing into one of concern as he studies your face bathed by the refrigerator light.

“what happened to your face?”

fuck, you’ve completely forgotten about that.

“it’s a long story.” you sigh, closing the refrigerator.

“it’s alright. i have all the time in the world to listen.”

“you know that i really appreciate that and i’m grateful but…” your smile borders on a wince. “no, you don’t. get some more sleep, please.”

your unexpected response causes jimin to scratch his head shyly. the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before laughing at the same time.

“oh, that’s right!” you pause on your tracks when an essential item pops in your mind. “do you have healing ointment? for cuts and bruises and stuff?”

“it’s for jungkook,” you add.

“doesn’t he have that?”

“it’s not here,”

your sweet smile tells jimin everything he needs to know.

“ah, that kid really comes home to different houses now. he’s all grown up.”

“…and how many exactly?” you arch an eyebrow.

he purses his lips together, jokingly pretending to think hard. “the dorm… and then his family… then there’s you?”

“anywhere else?”

“nope!”

“sooo, do you have it or not?”

“i’ll go downstairs and buy it right now.”

he offers you a kind smile and pats on the head. a protest dies down in your throat as he goes straight for the front door.

“thank you!”

“you’re welcome!”

—

despite your active efforts to avoid making any sort of noise, the door produces a small ‘click’ as you cautiously close it behind you. you discover that jungkook has flipped over to face your side, his arm outstretched as if he was reaching out for you. you almost feel bad for leaving him alone in bed, so you sit next to him, positioned on the lower half of the bed since he took up your space.

a short snore escapes him, one that rises then falls so abruptly, like a note on the piano pressed on accident. you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle.

how adorable. you have grown to tolerate, and even adore, his snoring.

stolen kisses on his bruised knuckles, tiny and featherlight, apologetic most of all. their bad condition brought upon by boxing worsened when he used his dominant hand bare, knuckles of his two longest fingers ripped. it seems that he did the bare minimum by putting a stop to the bleeding then washing them clean, then nothing else. he didn’t even tell you, didn’t complain or show any sign that he was in pain.

you hold the cold compress over his bruises, switching between his cheek and knuckles, mindful of not touching the wounds as to not aggravate him in his sleep.

you’ve been stripped down bare— your pride and dignity dismantled into pieces that create a picture of you that you do not like… but could be the love and sincerity in your heart be enough to live by? even if no one is awake to witness it?

you’re saved from drowning in your thoughts by the front door being unlocked. for the second time, you tiptoe your way out of jungkook’s bedroom.

“this is for wounds, and then…” jimin returns the tube inside the paper bag to grab the other. “this one, for bruises.”

“thank you. i’ll pay you back.”

“yah!” jimin expands his eyes threateningly, which you mimic in challenge as you hug the paper bag to your chest. “i’m also your older brother, okay? i should do these things for you.”

you scrunch your nose, to express disagreement at first, but later on it only makes your smile appear brighter.

“doesn’t it hurt you to smile? please use them well too, ____. do you understand? that’s why i bought the biggest ones!”

it does hurt.

“thank you…” you reply shyly.

you’ve forgotten how it feels like to be taken care of by family.

—

“baby, where did you go?”

jungkook’s raspy voice is music to your ears.

he woke up a mere minute ago, caught in the middle of sitting up on the bed once it caught up to his sleep-muddled brain that you’re no longer beside him.

“nowhere,”

you sit at the edge of the bed without another word, putting his hands over your lap to apply the healing cream to his afflictions.

his eyelids flutter in sleepiness as he watches your every movement.

a small dollop at the pad of your finger, transferred over his torn knuckle and smeared with the lightest of touch. occasionally your finger pauses, unsure, calculating— the last thing it wants is to hurt him.

he kisses your lips— he feels suspended in time—hasn’t quite reconnected with reality and with his body. wide-eyed, you seem taken aback by the display of affection. his mouth then softly curves with fondness.

“i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you whisper timidly.

your actions have become hurried, but jungkook is far too drowsy to notice your discomfort.

for the final part, you rub the cream on the bruise on his cheek. you press a kiss on the corner of his lips. “all done. go back to sleep.”

“let’s go,”

he hooks his arm under your knees, eager to carry you over to your side of the bed, but he gets interrupted by your protest.

“wait, wait, wait- i need to pee first.”

“wha- hurry!” he complains with a peeved frown, which you fail to catch a glimpse of because he has squeezed you taut against his body. “i won’t be able to sleep without you here.”

—

eternally cursed with the ability to feel too much of everything.

you push your back against the bathroom door, breathing heavy and labored as you blindly pat around for its lock. the click serves as the cue for your salty tears to drip from the edges of your eyelashes, cascading down, down, down your chin. some of them crash on the collar of your pajama top, the rest on the white tiled floor. this room is a stranger to your shipwreck, but old habits die hard.

the intense pressure of the water collides with the porcelain sink. rain and thunder and the gusts of wind being your gasps for air. an isolated storm undetected in the city of seoul you’re forced to brave alone, on the floor, tucked into yourself to protect the beating sacredness inside your ribcage. the sobs claw their way up your throat rather than soaring like exhales do.

no one has ever raised their hand at you. not even your parents. not even when you broke your grandmother’s precious china, or lost their big paper bills to the wind, or cursed at them for embarrassing you infront of your friends.

you want to be mad and say that juwon deserved what he got. you want to say that you hope his nose is broken. but you don’t know how one is supposed to react when something like that happens. you don’t know if it justifies everything after that. if the roles were reversed and you slapped him, won’t no one bat an eye?

…and you know jungkook has questions you still haven’t figured out how to answer. you know he now has reasons to doubt you. you know in his eyes, you may now be a hypocrite and not the advocate he adored. these days, you don’t really want to be seen as anything less or more than who you are, but you so desperately wish to be someone he is proud to love.

you feel mocked for even daring to dream of it.

“i’m tired, i’m tired, i’m tired.”

incoherent mumbles further stirs the unbridled chaos.

“i’m so sick of this. why… why do bad things keep happening to me?”

you don’t expect an answer but you yearn for some sort of meaning. you don’t mind suffering but you wish it could only be to an extent where you don’t have to fear.

echoes of rumbles and thunder. you’re nearer the sky but farther from heaven.

—

it’s been more than a week. you’ve been waking up with a gaping hole in the middle of your torso. you climb out of bed, cover up your cheek with make-up, good as new, and go about your day as if nothing happened. life on its own is already too much of a burden for you.

jungkook checks up on you everyday, though, despite his busy schedule. mostly through the phone, and whenever he can, he goes straight to where you are after work to dote on you no matter the time. he kisses you on the cheek, claims himself to have healing properties, and says i love you. and during those periods of time you were together, he hasn’t said another word about the incident. and it has been driving you absolutely insane.

you glance down at him, sat on the floor with an ipad balanced on top of his propped up knees, wearing one of your anti-radiation glasses as he finds himself absorbed in drawing the view a foot away from him. you.

“why do you keep looking at me?” he scolds you lightheartedly. “go back to studying so we can go to sleep.”

“can’t help it,” you mumble as you reposition your pen over the paper. you’ve been reorganizing your notes the whole night for your upcoming tests, but your mind keeps flying everywhere else. “my boyfriend’s too pretty.”

“ah, it can’t be helped then. sorry about that.” he smirks cockily, pulling the dramatics by switching his eyes between you and his back. “should… should i turn around then?”

“did you box again?”

the accusation is spat out before you can think twice.

“oh, you did. your knuckles are all messed up again.”

he pouts, crossing his legs. “but baby, i have to train... i wrapped my hands properly!”

“still,” you sigh. “can’t you just let them heal for a little while?”

you turn to the cabinet on your other side to bring out the pouch of healing ointments you’re now suspecting he brought and didn’t accidentally leave behind.

you lay out your hand, and jungkook puts his on top of yours, dragging himself close.

you both smile when you see that he has laid his hands over your thighs like he’s getting a manicure. silly boy. you pull them closer by his fingers so you can reach his red knuckles.

“why are you trying so hard?”

your finger is stained with his blood. your voice is as gentle as your touches, and that’s why it hurts.

jungkook doesn’t know either. he’s been trying to extinguish his leftover anger and bitterness through work and boxing— suppressing the onslaught of negative thoughts threatening to poison what the two of you have. jungkook doesn’t want to know. he doesn’t want anything to change. right now, he can’t afford them to.

“there’s no one to fight.”

“turns out there is,” he argues.

he regrets it as soon as your hand trembles.

“it’s okay… to ask. we’re in a relationship. you’re entitled to know things like that.” your eyes are unafraid again, and it scares him, like you’re always prepared to let him go. “i won’t get offended, or anything like that. if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“i trust you,” he says simply. “so i don’t need to know. especially if talking about it makes you uncomfortable. it’s okay… we’re okay, baby.”

stillness washes over the room like a tide that swallows everything up, and for a moment jungkook is convinced that the two of you will never bring it up again.

but the words you utter next are a punch to the gut.

they almost sound like a plead.

“but i can’t live my life that way, jungkook.”

strands of your hair descend to your face, framing it perfectly, but your eyes become hidden from view. you rip a bandaid open and blanket it over his two knuckles, still wounded as before, if not worse.

“if you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know…” because there will be things i’d want to tell you, but wouldn’t feel the need to.

“then tell me,” he replies, prompted by a renewed determination. “i don’t just intend to be with you for a long time. i want way more than that.”

—

jungkook fiddles with the hello kitty bandaid using his thumb, mind reeling and grappling to process the overload of information told by your storytelling voice. all of a sudden, he’s grateful that you decided to lie down on the bed for this conversation.

“juwon was your boyfriend before me, no?”

“no, no, no. he was…” your lips part as if you have something more left to say, but you eventually give up. “yup, no.”

“so you found out that he’s been cheating on you for-for two mo-”

“three-”

“three months, and you…” he blinks. “slept with a stranger and let him catch you?”

“i was really petty. i was seventeen after all… my pride couldn’t take it. my friends- they tried to stop me but… but all i could think of was how to make him feel the way i was feeling.” your voice sounds small, smaller as you squeeze yourself into his side and curl up to hide your face. “so i let him think i was the bad guy.”

he understands that you were vengeful, but he doesn’t know if you comprehend the scale of what you have done.

“he looked so sad and hurt that i started to feel guilty. i don’t know if i was still acting when i was apologizing to him.” you scoff with eyebrows knitted together. “i felt so dirty… i still feel like a bad person, you know?”

you took the face of juwon’s demons and he didn’t like what he saw.

“i had it coming,” — he now has a grasp of what you meant before.

“so how has he been doing this to me for such a long time? how does he stomach it? knowing what i was going through? that’s what i thought… it makes me so upset…”

jungkook doesn’t try to assess you as you speak. he only listens, until your voice cracks. his heart is split into two as tears flood your eyes, escaping past the corners and slipping down to soak the fabric of his t-shirt.

you sniffle. “and the sex wasn’t even that great. i regret it even more.”

he flinches, abruptly squeezing his eyes shut. not that great? okay… okay. the mental image of you being physically intimate with someone that isn’t him definitely doesn’t sicken him to his core. at all. nope, nope, nope.

“fuck, baby, please,” he groans as if he is in pain, putting an arm over his eyes. “hearing about you have sex with other guys is making me want to punch something again. fuck.”

“that’s what you took away from the story?”

“yes!” he exclaims with conviction. “we should’ve met a year earlier. i would’ve let you use me!”

you gasp, scandalized. “oh my god! jungkook!”

“argh-” he animatedly clutches at his chest that caught your fist.

“you’re crazy!”

“uhuh, about you.” he proudly replies, pulling you closer to his side, as if that was still possible.

the subtle upwards of the corners of your lips gives him a sense of relief. he tenderly cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the bruise that has turned a darker shade of blue and purple.

“listen to me, i- i’m not here to tell you what’s right or wrong. i’m not that type of person. but what i can do tell you is that this…” he briefly shakes his head. “didn’t change the way i see you at all. he hurt you. he cheated and you were hurt, ____.”

your eyes gleam with uncertainty, a fresh wave of tears threatening to escape. “are you sure?”

“of course i am. why wouldn’t i be sure?”

“because you’re crazy about me.”

the sweet innocence of your eyelashes fluttering elicits a chuckle from him. you’re so fucking cute.

“that’s the reason i’m sure.” he tilts up your chin to plant a kiss to your lips, mumbling. “i’ve never been wrong about anything i’m crazy about.”

“thank you,” you say quietly, melting into his embrace. you nuzzle your face against his chest, and at last, you grant your eyes rest. “i can finally sleep peacefully again.”

fuck, it’s been weighing on you this whole time and he didn’t know.

“i’m sorry i only dated assholes before you.”

“aish, why would you be sorry about such a thing?” he kisses the top of your head, gentleness contradicting his following sentence. “i’d crush each one of those assholes for you.”

and he’d beat himself up the worst if he ever becomes one of them.

you yawn, sniffling right after. “mhm, i bet you will.”

he carefully rolls over to the side so he can wrap both arms around you, and you keen in contentment.

“jungkook?”

“yes, baby?” he coos.

“i… really… love you so, so, so much. you are… the one person i’d die for before i hurt.”

goddammit, it’s an angel sleeping in his arms.

“that’s a relief to hear. you’re very smart and scary when you’re mad.”

“eh, jungkook! i swear i’ve grown up! i’m not like that anymore!”

“okay, okay!” he laughs at your childish whining and squirming as he ushers you back in his embrace. “i believe you! i trust you! i love you too!”

—

although you spend more nights together in your apartment for your safety and convenience, in all honesty, you like staying over at jungkook’s more. his smell evokes the sentiment of home, and when you stay long enough, it becomes a temporary part of you. you’re gradually more well-versed in the organized and unorganized corners of his room. you like that you know where he keeps the safety pins and you know to be careful when walking so you won’t trip over his dumbbells he leaves lying around. and it’s a little ridiculous but… you like that his mattress is on the floor and you don’t really know why.

your boyfriend is still blissfully asleep as you climb over him, landing on the floor without a sound like a veteran spy. however, you rush to step out of the room before the rumbling of your empty stomach could wake him up.

“yah, thief! what do you think you’re doing?!”

“fuck!” the pack of ramen hits the floor when your hands fly to your chest to clutch at your painfully pounding heart. “i swear to god, you’re going to kill me one day!”

and unsurprisingly, your chagrin is countered yet again with jimin’s all too pleased laughter.

“____, you look so suspicious! why are you using a flashlight? we have electricity! we can pay for it!”

“i don’t like it too bright, okay?” you grumble as you pick up your supposed midnight meal.

“let’s just turn on this one then.”

“uh-” the objection dies down in your throat when the light over the dining table was switched on.

“i’m hungry, too. grab two more packs of ramyeon, please.”

“who’s the other one for?”

jimin fills the pot with water from the sink while you pick up two more of the same pack from the pantry.

“just us. don’t you agree that one pack is too small for one person?”

“it’s just enough for me though?” you rip open the packs one by one to retrieve the packets of seasonings. “with your job, though, i’d definitely have a bigger appetite.”

“alright,” he pouts, pretending to be upset. “let’s have just two then.”

“no, no, no-” you chase his hand, tightly gripping the last pack that he stole. “let’s have three! let’s have three! i didn’t eat dinner!”

—

“my mom brought a lot of kimchi yesterday. there’s an entire box in the fridge. i’ll pack you some before you leave later.”

“put some more in,” you say cutely as you peer down at the pot of ramen beside jimin. “please?”

he chuckles, adhering to your request before handing the container to you.

“thank you!”

you hop on the counter infront of the stove, chewing on a mouthful of kimchi with a joy akin to a child receiving a sweet treat. leaving the ramen to cook for the next five minutes, jimin sits a few feet away.

“aigoo, are you that hungry?”

“this is so delicious!” you praise his mother’s cooking instead of answering the question. “i can really eat this on its own.”

“ey, don’t fill yourself up yet! we have a lot of ramyeon to eat!”

“sorry, sorry!”

your giggles fill the apartment with warmth during this freezing winter. jimin didn’t doubt it when jungkook said that you light up every room you enter, he just didn’t expect that he would also gain a friend.

“how’s your cheek?”

“as you can see,” you motion at your face. “yellow. soooo… uglier.”

“that means it’s healing well.”

“i know,” the apples of your cheek become plump as your lips curve. “it no longer hurts to smile.”

“that’s a relief to hear,” he returns your kind smile. “jungkook has been worried about you.”

that’s the end of what he can tell you. jungkook won’t be pleased if you learn that he cried when he talked about the horrible thing that happened to you.

“thank you,”

“huh? for what?”

“being jungkook’s happiness.”

from his peripheral vision, he perceives your surprise. however, he is too flustered to meet your eyes while he is speaking from the bottom of his heart.

“the past year was physically and mentally draining for the team. as you know, we… we were considering giving up and disbanding. and of course it’s hard on all of us, but i’m really, really worried about jungkook. but!”

he chuckles at the dramatic rise of his own voice.

“i’m less worried now that you’re in his life. and i’m not saying this to put pressure on you or anything! but you see, when he’s tired, he bounces back quickly because of you. he’s smiling more because of you. and i know it goes it also goes the other way around. mhmm… i-i guess what i’m saying is that i hope you can continue being each other’s strength? be each other’s cheerleader?”

you have begun to feel emotional as you listened to his sincere and heartwarming words, but you can’t help but to cackle at the fact that you just witnessed the park jimin say the word ‘cheerleader’ while daintily waving his hands around as they were holding pompoms. how awfully endearing.

“…or something like that.”

uncontrollable giggles vibrate his body, dramatically slipping down the counter and onto the tiled floor to enshroud himself in extreme sheepishness.

“ah, ____! this is driving me crazy! don’t laugh!”

“what are you doing lying on the floor?” you playfully scold him, recording with your phone in secret. “why do i suddenly feel like the older one?”

“what’s with the noise?”

you whip your head around, wide curious eyes greeted with a shirtless jungkook who is still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“is that ramyeon…? i want some too.”

jimin groans when he feels your foot poke him lightly.

“mister, can we add more? my googie is hungry too.”

—

“hyung, ____ told me something recently that really put a lot of things into perspective.”

and with that, jimin pours another bottle of beer in his and jungkook’s ice-filled mugs. “let me hear it.”

“if you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know. at first i didn’t understand what it meant? then after we talked, something clicked for me. ahhh, i see it now. ____ didn’t want us to trust each other blindly… because that… that isn’t a good… foundation? for something that i want to last for a very long time. you, me, the members… don’t we all trust each other because we know that we’re good people to our core and we’re good at what we do? isn’t that why we have come this far, and why we keep going? besides army, of course!”

jimin blinks lazily, glossy eyes from the alcohol underneath it all. “that’s right. we wouldn’t have started this anyway… without that kind of trust. i don’t think it’s a connection you can just build with anyone too.”

“oh, that’s it. that’s right!”

“living together for a long time doesn’t guarantee it.”

“exactly.” jungkook nods repeatedly, probably too passionately, a guaranteed ticket for a hangover later on. “we talked about that last time too.”

“right? so we should protect it… maintain it… never lose sight of our purpose…”

the lack of words that follow does not equate to silence. glasses clink against each other and teeth rip bags of chips open and noodles are slurped. they’re overseas and they can’t go to a korean restaurant and grill their own meat. the hotel steak would take forever to arrive and quite frankly, they had it yesterday and it was not good. this is not exactly ideal, but it has its own charm.

jungkook takes another swig of the bittersweet alcohol, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterwards.

“____ has become an important part of my life that i would do anything to protect too. how do i say it…?” he exhales to relieve the heavy weight on his chest. “i feel like i gained more purpose in life, hyung… to be honest, i might have a harder time because of that. i know it but… i’m happy. seriously, i’m happy.”

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sunnebeam · 9 months

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"i was hoping i wouldn't have to resort to this."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)

Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.

After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.

An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.

"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.

Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.

"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"

The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.

"Shit!"

The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.

"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.

"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.

"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"

And you're out the door.

Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."

Holly barks.

"Huh? What was that?"

Holly barks.

Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.

"She forgot her lunchbox?"

Holly barks.

"Fuck."

Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.

He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.

But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.

"What's your occupation, sir?"

The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.

"Househusband."

They stare at him.

"What?"

Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.

"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."

They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.

"...Agust D?"

No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!

They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.

"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"

"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.

A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.

The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.

"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."

And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.

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gyubaseone · 1 year

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han yujin. intertwined

❛ no matter what, i'll be here for you ❜

pairings — han yujin x f!reader

genre — fluff, childhood friends to lovers

synopsis — highschool can be quite hectic but for these two, nothing could get in the way of their feelings.

warnings — none! third person pov, lowercase intended, not proof read thoroughly.

word count — 2,143

notes — i'm so sorry to pull the f!reader once again, i'm still getting used to writing with gn pronouns since i dont usually do imagines.. but i hope this was okay ! thank you for all the love on my gyuvin fic <3

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starting high school was hard, especially as someone who is perceived as quiet. but it was easier for y/n knowing that she had her childhood best friend, han yujin, by her side.

they had been friends since diapers basically, their families being close friends for years. every big life event, they went through it together. all the times y/n cried, he was there for her even if he never truly knew how to comfort her. he was always the bestest friend someone could ask for.

so why was there this envious feeling that pitted in y/n's stomach when he started getting caught up in school events and gaining more friends than her when they entered highschool?

she should be happy that he's fitting in, he deserved all the attention he got. han yujin was one of the most liked students in the grade. with his popularity, soccer and dance skills, and — of course his good looks ; who wouldn't want to be his friend?

but that envious feeling kept on coming back whenever he had to skip out on eating lunch with her because "the soccer team is going out to eat" or whenever he told her to go walk home alone since "his friends wanted to hang out".

she was happy for him, but the idea of him slowly slipping away from her grasp made her heart ache. because the truth was, y/n had a crush on yujin. she had been having those feelings for a while now, maybe before she even realized it.

he was always there to cheer her up and gradually became one of the only things she enjoyed about going to school. whenever he took her to buy snacks, when they played games together, when they went to the park together, and his smile. especially his smile.

y/n sat down in the library since she hadn't fully adjusted to being in the cafeteria. sure, she had made some friends — but she wouldn't call them her close friends. even so, she hated loud noises and the cafeteria was filled with them.

just about now, she expected that yujin would enter the room to tell her about any plans his soccer team had made up to get him off campus for the period which left her all by herself.

as she took a bite out of her triangle gimbap, looking up from her notebook — there he was. the dark-brown haired boy who had been able to swoon her without even knowing it, walking through the doors in a black t-shirt since he most likely just got out of gym.

"y/n!" yujin called out, waving his hand in the air as he jogged over to her, "sorry i'm late, the showers kept being hogged. i didn't want to stink up the library, y'know."

"uhm, i think i know?" y/n questioned her answer, she knew absolutely nothing about sports. "wait, so you're actually going to eat lunch with me today? surprised you don't have anything going on, you've been so popular recently."

"what can i say? i'm quite the catch," yujin shrugged his shoulders with such a smug look on his face, "and i cleared everything! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, i missed you."

he missed her. han yujin missed her. why was she freaking out on the inside? it's not like they haven't had a conversation before. but it felt different, like his tone had changed from the last time they had spoken. "cool," was all y/n could mutter as she tried to cover her rosy-tinted cheeks with her lunch.

but just as y/n was lost in her own world, yujin had gotten a message on his phone. here it goes. "oh my gosh... y/n, i—" he attempted to speak up before y/n shut him down, already knowing what he was going to say.

"go, it's okay," y/n assured even though her heart was breaking little by little. he had friends, other friends than her. it's not like he could spend all his time with her, it was ridiculous. but why was there this feeling inside her that wished he did?

"i'm so sorry, gyuvin hyung broke his leg and now we have to go over the plays again before the game," yujin explained, getting up while stuffing his phone into his pocket, "you'll be at the game on saturday, right?"

"well, i have nothing else to do," y/n slightly smiled, attempting to relax her back from all the tension she felt, "i'll be there for sure."

"great, i'll see you later!" yujin waved at her as he started walking away before he slowly disappeared into the hallways.

y/n was more used to it now, and she would probably have to accept it at one point. yujin was moving on with his life, experiencing new things. high school is meant for new experiences and it seemed like yujin was going through many things.

what she didn't expect to see? him and one of the cheerleaders hitting it off after he scored the winning goal during the soccer game. oh, how she wanted to shout his name after seeing the way he rebounded the ball and got the last goal ; but then she saw him with her.

she never really tried to learn the names of the people surrounding her, another flaw y/n had. all y/n knew was that yujin was hugging her and that she was jealous? envious? oh, same thing.

and from that day on, y/n would attempt to distance herself from yujin as much as she could. it wasn't like he would notice right? he had all his soccer friends and that girl he hugged. can she give up on the girl already?

it's not like yujin was her property, he was his own person. maybe in a way, to let him flourish ; she had to find her own path without him. maybe, this was just her way of masking her feelings for him in a way where she wouldn't have to get hurt.

one thing y/n didn't think about was how yujin would react to this. all this time, she was in her own world overthinking every single little thing. her bestfriend, who knows her and could read her like a book, was upset to say the least.

he thought she was acting weird at first, but didn't think anything of it until it constantly kept happening. all she would do is greet him and suddenly walk off without saying anything else. it was unlike y/n, she would always be the brightest girl whenever he was around.

it was one of the things he liked most about her, her smile. the way her eyes became cresents like the moon whenever she smiled, her lips curving up and the way her nose scrunched up in the most beautiful way.

maybe there were many things he liked about her. yujin could probably go on a tangent about everything he liked about y/n, the reason he smiled so brightly. it was her. so there was no way it was all in his head that they could've possibly had a spark there, right?

so when yujin found the girl asleep in one of the classrooms after failing to study for her biology exam ; he knew what he had to do.

oh how yujin slowly regretted his decision. he didn't want to wake her up, seeing how peaceful and pretty she was when she slept even if she was drooling all over her textbook.

but he knew if he didn't do it now, he would probably be even more distanced from you and he did not want that one bit. so he did what he dreaded doing and woke up y/n from her nap.

"y/n... psst— wake up," he whispered softly, poking her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up but nothing, "there's free food in the cafeteria!"

"huh? free food?" y/n suddenly jolted awake, looking around the room in a daze before her eyes landed back on yujin, "oh... it was a lie, wasn't it?"

"yeah, i knew that would wake you up though," yujin let out a laugh, sitting down in the chair next to y/n, "i'll get you something after school, i just need to talk to you for a bit."

god, there was that smile again. the smile that could make all the problems in the world disappear. why did he have to be the one with it?

"yeah uh— what did you want to talk about?" y/n snapped out of her thoughts, shaking her head slightly before fixing up her hair, "is it important?"

"you could say that..." yujin fiddled with his fingers for a moment, hesitating for a moment, "i just.. i feel like we haven't talked in a while, is everything okay with you?"

"yeah... everything is fine," y/n nodded her head in assurance. no everything was not fine. but she couldn't say anything about him hugging a girl, that would just be crazy. "i've just been a little busy, that's all."

"are you sure?" yujin questioned once again, "i feel like i barely see you now, i missed you and talking to you.." gosh, there it was again. he always knew the words to say.

"yeah, i'm sure... everything is fine," y/n repeated once more, giving yujin a smile that made him feel fuzzy on the inside. she watched his shoulders suddenly become tense before speaking up, "is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?"

"gosh, am i really going to do this now..." yujin looked to the side, taking a deep breath before searching for something in his pockets. "can you close your eyes for me?"

y/n looked at him confused before closing her eyes, feeling yujin's touch on her hand as he pulled it out and opened it up. right after, he placed something on her palm. "alright, you can open your eyes now."

this wasn't real right? this moment was just a figment of y/n's imagination. because why was yujin's nametag in her hand at this moment? she truely thought she was hallucinating, staring at the nametag with 한유진 embroidered on it.

"when we went to get our uniforms fitted, i had an extra nametag made.." yujin spoke in a shy tone, "and i just decided to... give it to you."

"so what does this mean?" y/n asked, wanting clarification for the sudden gift, "do you...?"

"oh so you're going to make me say it? the nametag was supposed to say it for me," yujin joked, hearing y/n's laugh that he loved so much, "fine, y/n... i like you, like a lot."

"that's better, i guess i like you too," y/n grinned, glancing at the sour look on yujin's face when she spoke, "i'm kidding! i like you a lot... and your smile too."

"truth is.. i thought you had a thing for that cheerleader you hugged on saturday," y/n admitted after all the time she spent hiding away, feeling a sense of relief after letting it out. "i was... jealous, okay? that's why i haven't talked to you."

"wow! i knew there was something behind it!" yujin pointed a finger at y/n like a little kid with his mouth gaping, "that's so silly... she's a senior, why would i date someone that much older than me. if anything, she gave me dating advice."

"oh.. yeah well— you've been so busy recently and i don't know what to think anymore!" y/n got off her chest, letting out a sigh after the long sentence she spoke without breathing.

"oh, now you wanna say all of these things? see, i can read you like a book, i knew it!" yujin clapped his hands at his knowledge of his best friend, laughing while y/n looked away out of embarrassment.

as y/n was looking away, she heard yujin's soft laughs slowly fade away before feeling him take a hold of her hand which made her look his way. gosh, he was looking at her with that cheekily smile again and those shining eyes.

"no matter what, i'll be here for you," yujin spoke sincerely, intertwining their hands together, "even if i can't spend time with you, i'm always here for anything you need. i'll drop anything for you."

"well..." y/n opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, leaving her with only one choice. she looked at her uniform, taking off her nametag from its spot and placing it onto yujin's other hand that wasn't holding her hand. "you better get me another one before i get scolded."

and that was it. or maybe, it was just the beginning? they're young, who knows where their relationship could go from there. kind of cute if you think about it, two students intertwined together. she fell for a smile that she gave.

#zerobaseone #zb1 #zerobaseonefics #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 imagines #zb1 imagine #han yujin #han yujin x reader #han yujin imagines #boys planet #boys planet imagine #gyubaseone #gyubaseone works. 🐰

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 24 days

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km really do have incredible chemistry. It’s noticeable even just within the 2 minutes JK dropped into JM’s watching live, or through the comments and their reactions. their gimbap making lives are so comfortable and funny. ppl use bickering as an example of chemistry a lot which personally i don’t really see, but when km bicker it somehow feels intimate. there’s an undercurrent of trust and understanding to all their interactions and don’t even get me STARTED on the tones of voice…sorry this just went full delulu haha so I will say all this could be true without them being a couple, but needless to say I expect their travel show will be a really sweet and comforting watch! So I’m really looking forward to it cus I need some of that. you are right that most of the interactions we saw from them recently were indirect, so it makes sense there’s a sense of excitement and anticipation to see them together and totally at ease. from what we’ve seen they appeared to be filming a lot themselves with supplementary camera work, so I’m really curious what the vibe & premise will be.

Oh, I'm really curious about the format as well. It will probably be mostly vlogging style, with hand held cameras used by KM and probably some other establishing shots, full and wide framing if they had other people filming them. But given the BH/Hybe style, I expect an editing mess made by a team that barely knows the basics. It's not something they excel at. Even Jungkook does a better job, although he's not into it anymore.

Jungkook's camping vlog is most likely the way the travel show will look like as a finished product.

As to their chemistry, bickering and all that, I always got the sense that we are seeing the surface of a dynamic full of inside jokes and an established and well rounded relationship in which we only get some glimpses of. They come across as people who know each other extremely well, what clicks, what doesn't and all this to be but a really small part of their lives because they don't show us more.

I've seen other people saying they either don't expect "jikook moments" or they warned other fans to lower their expectations. It's this mantra that gets spread each time there's something to be released, particularly Memories. I found that nonsensical because it's not like it comes across as KM doing "something" that constitutes a moment and then they don't do it on other occassions. They behave the same with each other in every instance that I have seen. There is no switch that changes behavior. Everything can be called a "moment". It's not fiction, in which the story leads to an important, defining scene.

Take ITS 1 for example. The mosquito incident is considerent a moment, right? It shows up on twitter from time to time, gets discussed and so on. Do other KM interactions not count as "moments"? Are they boring? Is there no "action"? I enjoy them being drunk out of their mind, but also talking about nothing important while they go to eat. They could be the most boring guys on that travel show and I would still be excited and I would enjoy it. It could be a repeat of Jungkook telling Jimin a story in detail about sand fleas and I would be entertained for the simple reason that I like to watch them be with each other.

#m thoughts #jikook #jikook travel show

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sea-moon-star · 8 months

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To You || YJH

Pairing: Boyf! Jeonghan x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst (barely), slice of life

WC: 1k

Summary: What does Jeonghan have up his sleeves for your date night? Him taking care of you after a long day at work by cooking Korean comfort food for you (Mayhaps pranking you!)

A/N: Thanks to Elle's Mama I made it video for being the inspiration for chef & domestic Hannie! This is as self indulgent as I could ever be. 🌊🌙⭐️

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Y/N's POV

I had to pinch myself when I entered the house after a particularly long day of work, to the aroma of food coming all the way to the front door. Jeonghan was so busy focusing on the simmering tteokboki & ramen on the stove while he prepped for the gimbap ingredients that he didn’t even notice that I’d come home. I went upstairs and freshened up, only to come down and see him in the same position as I’d left him, with his brows furrowed in concentration as he prepared his gimbap. Earlier, he’d been chopping the veggies but now he was rolling them up carefully, as if he was on Masterchef about to impress Gordon Ramsey himself.

I chuckled to myself as I decided to lay out the table in the meanwhile, not wanting to shift his focus from the task. I put a bunch of roses inside the vase that lay in the centre of our dining table, it was our little ritual where I got him a new bouquet of roses because it was his favorite flower and it reminded us of an inside joke we had while drunk watching the bachelorette, he’s said that if he ever starred in the show, he’d win all the roses and break the competition because no man would ever stand a chance against him. Usually I wasn’t one to further boost his ego but drunk me had all but agreed wholeheartedly and since then, I’d always given him roses on date nights like this one.

As I opened the cabinet to remove a favorite bottle of red, one that he loved along with two wine glasses, I couldn’t help but get a bit distracted myself. It’s not like this was new but everytime I saw him, I couldn’t quite believe that the Angel of SVT, the man who stole the heart of Carats worldwide, Yoon Jeonghan was just standing there in our shared kitchen, making me dinner for our date night. He looked gorgeous, even as a sheen of sweat covered his forehead, a stray lock from his messy bun covered his face & he struggled to pull up his sweater sleeves to keep them from getting dirty as he cooked. I couldn’t believe this man in a bunny apron, still managed to look that sexy & that he was not a figment of my imagination but he was real, he was mine… it felt incredulous.

In my bid to not look away from him, even for a second, I failed to see that I hadn’t closed the overhead cabinet & bumped right into it. Despite the initial shock & the tiny exclamation of pain that left my lips, I felt shaked but relieved, knowing that the bottle of wine & glasses were unscatched. I had managed to hold onto them before they toppled over so there was no damage done. In the flash moment that I managed to keep the glasses & wine on the table, while steadying myself, he was there in front of me, as one hand reached above my tiny 5 foot frame to close the cabinet doors, the other hovered protectively over my head, keeping me from getting hurt again.

“Are you okay? When did you come? Why didn’t you tell me you were home?” He said, his voice laced with worry while looking me all over for any bruises. “I’m okay, it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry, I saved the alcohol, not a drop wasted!” I said, & chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Eyyy, that’s not what I’m concerned about, you know that! Look at that, you’ve grazed your head! Stay still, let me fix that, jagi." I blushed in a way that might’ve outdone the red on the table, as he traced the cut on my forehead gently with his cold fingers & despite my million protests, proceeded to put a cute animal band-aid on it.

He always kept a band-aid in his wallet, not even the first aid box, it was one of the first things I’d noticed when I’d met him. For all his aloof, savage & mischievous behavior, he was the first to come to anyone’s rescue if they were hurt, like the time Soonyoung had scratched his nose with their SVT ring & Hannie had been the one to give him the band-aid. I ended up smiling, thinking of that kind gesture as he glared at me in anger, “Yah! Where is your attention? This is no joke. What on earth has you this zoned out!? “I’m sorry, it’s not my fault that I have a visual like you as my boyfriend, it’s only human for me to get carried away.” I answered sheepishly. He tried to keep his poker face intact but I knew him too well to see the corner of his lips were turning upwards, that he was fighting the urge to smirk. “What am I going to do with you? Bubbleproof you? Sigh! The food’s getting cold, just sit down & no, I don't need your help, don't even say it. Just stay here & don’t touch anything, don’t move, don’t breathe- I’ll be back.” He said & I could swear I heard a small laugh as he went to the kitchen to bring the dishes.

I played, our song- “To you by SVT” in the background, to set the mood for our date as he gave me a plateful of food & gestured at me to begin eating. He wanted me to take the first bite & tell him how it tasted so I abided. I eagerly reached out for the gimbap, my favorite item. But when I bit into it, I tasted a mouthful of carrots, Han & I both hated carrots so it was quite the sight to see as I forcefully tried to stuff down the gimbap while he laughed his ass off. “How dare you!? Jeonghan!!” I screamed as I gulped some wine to wash down the taste. “You’re one to talk, you’re the one who gave me a heart attack a while earlier, this is just an equalizer.”

I pouted, accepting my defeat, knowing this was just his way of showing his care & affection. I’d signed up for this, not just the visuals or the kindness, but the pranks too, I loved him for all of it. “You win, Hannie-1, Y/N-0. Happy?” I replied, a smile on my face because I’d eat as many of these carrot filled gimbaps if it put a grin on the face of the man I loved the most.

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #svt x reader #svt #svt jeonghan #svt carat #seventeen carat #caratland #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan fic

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cafemilk-tea · 11 months

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Anniversary

❒ pairing: evelyn x mingyu

❒ word count: 1.9K

❒ synopsis: mevie celebrate their first anniversary

❒ 🏷️: @justmochi @ateezjuliet @itzy-eve @cosmicwintr @billboard-singer @kimhyejin3108 @cixrosie @enhacolor @allthings-fandoms @mingis-wrld @jenoslov @peachyaeger @alixnsuperstxr

Evelyn unstrapped her sandals from her feet and placed them beside the blanket, leaning back on her hands and tilting her head up towards the sky. The rays from the midday sun were just peaking through the cherry blossoms and warmed up her skin fairly quickly as the day was right at its peak. The grass was cool beneath her fingers, just slightly damp from the morning dew.

She was lucky she had even found an open spot underneath one of the many trees with how crowded it looked when they walked through, cheering on the inside when she finally found one that was secluded away from most of the park. Her bucket hat, one that may or may not have been stolen from Wonwoo, and sunglasses surprisingly covered her enough to go unnoticed by the civilians, not that they were even paying a bit of attention.

The low ambient noise created from the couples passing by and how soft the overall environment was close to lulling her to sleep.

“Jagi-,” A familiar voice called out, causing her to crack her eyes open and squint underneath her sunglasses from the sudden shift of dark to light. Her face instantly broke out into a grin, watching the figure make his way up the little incline.

Mingyu walked closer to the spread out blanket, Evelyn’s tote bag perched high up on his shoulder as his fingers delicately held onto a steaming hot ramen bowl, “I’ve arrived with the gift of food.”

“I was getting worried you got cold feet and left me here,” She teased as she leaned up on her knees and took the bag from him, giving him time to slip off his shoes and settle down onto the blanket, securing the ramen off on the side to cool a little.

“Apparently everyone had the same idea as us and stormed the convenience store just as I was heading out.”

She snorted at him breathing heavy like he just finished running a marathon. She opened the bag and pulled out a container of gimbap, a few vacuum packaged sausages, a wrapped up sweet potato, some triangular shaped sandwiches, and a coke for them to share. The variety of the different foods made for a weird combination, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. “You really weren’t kidding when you said you got a little of everything.”

“You said to get us a mix of things we both liked and-,”

Mingyu paused his sentence when he caught sight of what Evelyn was pulling out of the bag. A little box containing a single slice of cake was met with the unfortunate tragedy of being shaken and icing being smeared up the inside of the box. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips instantly turned into a pout as he reached out for the box.

“I put this in there in a way so this wouldn’t happen,” He examined the cake through the box, the frown on his face deepening, “It was such a pretty cake too, perfect for us.”

Evelyn bit back the giggle that wanted to come out and rubbed at his arm in sympathy, taking the cake back from him and placing it down with the rest of the food, “I’m sure it looked pretty when you bought it and it’ll taste even better when we eat it. Don’t stress over it gorgeous, I still love it.”

She unwrapped the foil from the sweet potato, peeling back some of the skin before holding it close to his mouth, “Here, take a bite.” Her tone was soft, yet firm, wanting to take his mind off of the cake.

Mingyu leaned forward, taking a bite from the potato, “That’s the good stuff.” His eyes grew wide at the sweet taste, humming in satisfaction the more he chewed. Evelyn watched in amusement as she peeled back the foil some more and took a bite as well, teasing him by recreating his actions but making them more dramatic.

“You’re such a brat,” Mingyu took a swig from the coke, raising his eyebrows briefly, face breaking out into a smile when Evelyn gazed at him, “but I love you so much for it.”

“And I love being your brat.” She responded with a wink, tearing open the package of gimbap and popping one into her mouth.

While Mingyu took the time to gather all of their garbage, leaving to dispose of it in a nearby trash can, Evelyn reached inside her bag and pulled out a small canvas board, a few paint pots and a few brushes. She quickly set everything up in front of her, grinning up at him when he returned to the blanket.

“What’s all this?” He looked around at the sight curiously as he took off his shoes and sat opposite Evelyn and her art supplies.

She had seen a similar trend online of couples doing this as a date memory and loved the idea of it and wanted to make one of their own. “It’s something to remember this day! Here, give me your hand.”

She sat up on her knees and grabbed a hold of his outstretched hand, turning it over so his palm was face up. She brought forward the paint pots in her other hand showing him the variety of different colors, “Which color do you want?”

“Hmm,” He looked over all of the options carefully before selecting a light blue color, “This one.”

“Oh, pick one for me too!”

Mingyu smiled fondly at her eagerness, looking over the paint colors again before deciding on a light pink color for her. He held onto each paint pot as Evelyn unscrewed the lids and placed them off on the side for later.

“How very Seventeen of you.” She commented as she dipped the brush into the blue and started to paint his hand. He instantly turned into a mess of giggles as she dragged the brush across his hand, simply being tickled by it.

“I couldn’t help it, It’s in my blood.”

After inspecting his palm to make sure the surface was fully covered in paint, she moved the canvas closer to them and pressed his hand down onto the board, adding pressure all over to make a good print. She lifted up his hand slowly, sighing in relief when his handprint was left behind with minimal patchiness to it.

“I was worried this wouldn’t work,” Evelyn was fanning his print with her hands to help speed up the drying process.

“I think it turned out perfect,” Mingyu’s voice was laced with such softness that she could’ve melted. He wiped his hand off his hand the best he could with a tissue, some of which was already dried to his skin. He motioned for Evelyn to give him her hand so he could do the same to her, already grabbing one of the brushes and the pink paint, “You next.”

Evelyn was giggling before he even touched her hand with the brush, biting her bottom lip to control herself as he painted across her hand in short strokes. His movements were soft and gentle on her skin almost like a feather being pulled over her hand.

“Where does your hand go?” He finished painting up through the fingers, laying the brush on the cap to minimize the paint on the blanket.

Evelyn tapped on Mingyu’s print with her other hand, checking on how dry it was, “Press my hand just a little off center of yours.”

Mingyu gripped onto her wrist gently, pressing her hand down like she had instructed and added a bit of weight behind it, making sure not to press too hard. Evelyn lifted her hand off of the board when Mingyu removed his hands, admiring the two handprints joined together on the board. Her smaller print sitting on top of his much larger print.

“I love it.” Her cheeks rose as she smiled widely, grabbing the tissue Mingyu was holding out for her and wiped the paint off of her hand. It was such a small and simple piece of art but she knows that they’ll cherish this moment of time forever.

“One last thing,” She grabbed a marker from her bag and wrote their initials and a heart across the bottom of the board, adding their anniversary date underneath it.

“You’re so cute,” The love was practically pouring out of his mouth. A faint blush dusted over her cheeks as she thumbed over the writing, moving to close the paint pots.

Mingyu reached over to grab her Polaroid camera from her bag while she was distracted. He made sure the settings were all good before snapping a picture of her settling back down onto the blanket, her eyes practically bulging out of her head at the shutter.

“Wait I wasn’t ready,” Evelyn whined as she shuffled over to try and take the picture out of the slot but was stopped when he grabbed it and held it out of reach.

“What are you talking about? You were so pretty in this picture.” He set the picture off to the side for it to develop. Knowing she couldn’t argue with him over it, she resorted to puckering her lips and sending him an air kiss.

Putting the canvas out into the sun to dry, she scooted down the length of the blanket before leaning backwards and laying down on the material to gaze up at the sky.

“Come lay with me,” She held out her hand towards Mingyu with a smile painted across her lips. She knew it wouldn’t be long before they were called back for practice and wanted to soak in as much alone time as they possibly could. Mingyu settled down beside her, folding his arms behind his head.

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year,” Evelyn hummed, watching as the clouds began to float across the sky forming random shapes and then disappearing, “It’s gone by so fast.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted to spend it with anyone else in the world. I love you,” Her heart fluttered and she couldn’t help the blush spreading across her face. His words always got her like this, all flustered and full of love.

“I love you so much more.” She let out the breath she was holding, “More than you’ll ever know.”

The pair laid in a comfortable silence, pointing out different shapes of clouds whenever one would drift by slowly fading into another one. The atmosphere of the park toned down since when they first arrived, it wasn’t nearly as busy as it was.

“Look at that!” Evelyn sat up quickly startling Mingyu in the process, pointing up towards the sky.

She had been staring at a cluster of clouds overtop of them for a while and although it was hard to tell at first, the longer she stared, the more noticeable it became. Nestled in the midst of the clouds was a much smaller one in the vague shape of a heart, and if you weren’t paying attention, it could’ve easily been missed.

Mingyu’s eyes grew wide in fascination but then softened when he glanced over at Evelyn and saw how fascinated she was over what some people would call simple. A fond smile spread across his face as he threw his arm back behind his head watching the heart cloud move with the breeze, eventually fading into the next oncoming cloud.

“I guess the world knows how special of a day it is today.” Evelyn smiled up at the sky, glancing down at her phone as it buzzed with incoming texts beside her. Seungkwan’s name flashed across the screen as he sent text after text.

“Well gorgeous, our alarm clock is alerting us,” She wiggled her phone in her hand when he looked over at her. He shook his head with a chuckle, throwing an arm over his face and let out a playful groan.

#SOO OVERDUE IM SORRY #cafemilk-tea: evelyn #kpop addition #kpop oc #seventeen oc #idol!oc #14th member of seventeen #oc!idol #seventeen 14th member #fake kpop idol #fake kpop oc #fake kpop addition #fake kpop member #svt.meve

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the-expired-tofu · 11 months

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The Devil's Trumpets | Pt. 3

|| A 'The Glory' fanfic || MINORS DNI [18+]

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a/n: Hey there, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. I might change a few things in my fictions later on. Also, my English isn't my first language so my writing might lack some fluency. Hope you enjoy :)

trigger warnings: lots of swearing, bullying, murder, gore, depression, abuse, mature content, violence, sexual themes.

pairing: reader x multi

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Y/N

I entered a café in the next morning. I approached a waiter and asked for a reservation under Moon Dong-eun’s name. He lead me upstairs and pointed towards a table at the far corner where Dong-eun was already seated.

I went up to her and pulled out a chair for myself and sat in front of her. A bunch of few unknown documents and folders were kept on the table that I believe belongs to Dong-eun’s.

“Did you order anything yet?”

“Yeah. I ordered us some gimbap,” she lightly rapped her fingers on the files.

“What are these files?”

“Some information you will be needing. Won’t be showing you all of them yet.”

“Alright. So, what do you have to tell me?”

She takes out an unfilled form from one of the beige colored files and hands it out to me.

“What’s this?” I ask as I wave the piece of paper in front of me.

“It’s an application form of Semyeong Elementary School. It’s for your niece.”

I look back at the form, there it was. Written in bold, Semyeong Elementary School.

“Wait, so Min-hee will join this school next year?”

“Yes.”

“But why this school particularly?”

“Because Ye-sol is joining this school too.”

I lifted my face from the paper and looked up at her. Yet another familiar silence between us.

“I thought I specifically told you last night that we will not involve Min-hee into our plans. No matter what,” I clench my fist, almost crumpling the paper.

“We wont. Its just that if your niece and Ye-sol grow close to each other as friends, then it would be easier for you to get a hold of Yeon-jin.”

I sit back on my chair and relax my fingers. “Yeah that can work I guess.”

“It will. I’m applying for a homeroom teacher’s job for Ye-sol and Min-hee’s class when the school starts. I want to make it look more coincidental. Otherwise it will be too suspicious. Even though I want to make it obvious to Yeon-jin after she manages to find out about us,” she crosses her arms and puts them on the table.

“I see.”

The waiter arrives with two plates of gimbap and pours water into our glasses. He bows and departs after doing so.

“Also, I need to show you a picture,” she puts down her chopsticks and takes a picture out of those files.

“What is it?” I ask as I put a gimbap inside my mouth. She hands me the picture as I continue eating my food.

“It’s a convenience store right across the school gates. Students tend to go there after their dismissal.”

“So what about it?”

“You will work here from next year Y/N.”

I looked back at the picture she gave me. The convenience store seems pretty nice. I noticed an old lady behind the cashier counter.

“Does she work there?” I point towards her.

“Yes. In fact, she’s the manager of that store. She’s a pretty nice lady, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“That’s great,” I said and I put the picture inside my satchel. “Do you have anything else to give?”

“Yeah.” She reopened the beige folder and handed me a bunch of photographs.

I surfed through the pictures and noticed that these were taken inside a vacant apartment. It was quite bigger than the one I lived in. There weren’t any extra rooms but it was still pretty spacious. It had a small separate balcony as well.

“I like this one,” I tapped on the photographs with my index finger. “Am I going to live here with my niece?”

“Correct. Also, to buy some furniture and TV for the apartment, there’s a shop that sell second-hand appliances few blocks away from the building you will be staying at.”

“This is, really thoughtful of you, Moon Dong-eun,” I take a sip of water from my glass. “But why are you doing this for me?”

“This is the least I can do for you. Not gonna lie, I intended to do this to make you agree for going back to Semyeong.”

“Well am not mad either. Because seriously, who else on earth would even care enough to do this much for us?”

She didn’t bother responding to that and scratched her chin instead. I looked out the window opposite to us.

“What about you? What did you do after dropping out?”

She sighed and relaxed back on her chair as she put her chopsticks down.

“I worked at the Sungwu Textiles Factory and at a restaurant. I managed to work two jobs simultaneously. Also at the same time, I studied for my high school GED. After my successful qualification, I got into Euicheon University of Education. I studied there for few more years for advanced education. To financially support myself, I’ve been busy tutoring a lot of my students. Even while doing this, I occupied myself in tracking those leeches as well. Each and every steps they took, places they visited, people they met, the jobs they did, none of them was left unchecked. So yeah, I was busy, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I was resting my head over my palm, trying to process all the things she just said. Leeches, I kind of liked that word. “Wow. This definitely took you a lot many years.”

“Yeah, it did, it was quite a journey after all.”

We paused from all the conversation for a while. I took out a tissue from the bunch and gently pressed it on my lips. I put the chopsticks together on my plate as I pulled my chair from behind to get up.

“Alright then, see you later,” I say as I turn around to leave when Dong-eun stops me.

“Wait. I was thinking if you could bring Min-hee to this café every evening?”

“What? Why?”

“I want to tutor her. Before you say anything about money, I don’t need you to pay me. I just want to teach her enough to get her into the elementary school easily.”

I put my hands inside my pockets and purse my lips.

“Fine. At what time?”

“From next Monday, 7 p.m. sharp. I will teach her everyday for one hour, and I’ll buy the necessary books so you don’t have to.”

“Okay,” I say as I turn around to pull the glass doors and leave.

I started walking towards the restaurant I work at. The weather was quite gloomy, maybe because of the oncoming rains. I passed by the building I live in and a few other shabby looking houses. After I reach there, I get to my lockers and pull out my apron and tie it around my waist, and so I began cleaning the counters and arrange the plates accordingly.

“Few more months Y/N, then you don’t have to work at this shitty restaurant ever again.”

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qqtxt · 1 year

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[🍬] careful, stupid. okay, stupid. [🐧]

[!] this is for the 500 followers mini fics. click here to find out more! ✿ pairing: kai x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 377 words / mentions of a cut and blood (nothing serious!) / minor cursing (none with ill intention!) ✿ request: "hold still. this might sting a little." + kai [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 500]

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this wasn’t at all how you had imagined this picnic to go like. what started out as a picturesque, aesthetic pinterest-inspired date turned into... something as clumsy as you accidentally injuring yourself trying to open up a can of peaches.

“ah,” you pull your thumb back and start to notice the small cut now along the side of your finger, “shit...”

kai snaps his head up from opposite you, quickly setting down the container of gimbap he was meant to open but now all his attention is on you. he scoots closer and holds onto your wrist, gently pulling it towards him even when you’re reluctant to.

“i-it’s fine, just a stupid little cut...”

“not so stupid if you get an infection,” he snorts while you sneer at him. you quietly oblige with what he’s doing when he whips out one of the wet wipes and peeks up to you with a soft: “hold still, this might sting a little...”

you bite the inside of your cheek and prepare yourself for the tiny stings that prickle you as he starts to wipe the small amount of blood seeping from the cut. he’s quick with his movements but gentle, wanting to make sure he handles this properly. when he’s done, he sets aside the wipe and pulls out a bandaid from his wallet. safe to say, you’re impressed and kai starts to get a little shy with the way you’re smiling at him in gratitude.

to balance out the cheesy, sweet goodness, he kisses your now band-aid-wrapped thumb and murmurs for you to hear: “be careful, stupid.”

you chuckle and nod, “okay, stupid.”

the picnic continues on as planned and as the sun barely scathes over the clouds and peeking every now and then for you two to bask in the lovely weather, kai holds onto your hand on your lap as he makes you lean into his embrace. cocooning you from the back, leaning against the tree trunk as he becomes your tree trunk. you snuggle into him and rest your head on one of his shoulders and give his hand a squeeze as you two people watch together.

“thank you, handsome.”

he smiles and rests his cheek against the side of your head, “of course, pretty.”

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manawari · 10 months

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Sorcerer!Jin-chul.

"The neighbors said a man beat his son to death last night. However, the investigators had reported that the culprit left no trace in the crime scene."

"Left no trace? You mean he planned his escape beforehand?"

"Seems like it. But the thing is— the rest of the family members are weeping for justice, especially the mother."

"God. . . I always hate it when these bastards use their brains too hard. It makes everything for us, the police, difficult to capture them."

Jin-chul was sipping on his coffee when he heard two officers chattering near the dispenser where he stood. He wasn't there in the scene when the authorities were looking into the crime scene of a murdered young man from the hands of his own father.

Sigh. . . He did not understand humanity sometimes.

"Hey, Woo!" One of his co-workers approached him. "We are having gimbap at the restaurant this evening. Are you joining us?"

Jin-chul looked at his stack of papers on his desk. "Maybe next time."

"Damn. . . Can't you take a break for once?"

He chuckled.

When everyone's shifts were over, Jin-chul grabbed his coat and made his way to his car to head home.

He couldn't take his mind off the incident. The family must be still weeping terribly over the boy's death. . . The anger. The grief. The devastation. The agony. If only the officers could be a step further in catching the murderer.

After parking the vehicle in the garage, Jin-chul entered his humble home, spotless as it usually did, and went around to make sure everything was locked, including the windows that must be covered by the curtains. Jin-chul then grabbed a box from the cupboard underneath his sink and placed it on the coffee table.

It had been quite a long time since he had used this.

He laid a blanket across the surface and took out a clear sphere from the box. Jin-chul flipped through the pages of the heavy book that had been used since the first member of his bloodline.

His fingertip landed on a paragraph. Jin-chul adjusted his posture and whirled his hand above the sphere. He began to recite. "Sphaera omniscius. Notum sit locum hominis in mente mea."

A bright flash of light exuded from the ball. Something flashed in Jin-chul's eyes in response. His mouth twitched into a smirk.

A man chugged on the last of his bottle. He burped and patted his stomach before throwing the bottle across the room, tumbling on the other bottles that scattered on the floor. A knock came from the door. At first, he decided to ignore it and grabbed a can of beer this time.

*knock* *knock*

He growled. So, the man got up from the sofa and walked to the door, firstly glancing at the peephole, and found a tall man outside. It seemed to be an agent, given by the suit he wore and a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

How did that agent find where he was?!

Nonetheless, he opened the door to prevent further suspicion. He could just deceive his way through it. "Why, good evening, sir."

"I just came here to ask some questions. If you don't mind." The agent said. "It is about the murder from the recent news."

The man's face instantly broke into tears. "My— my nephew!" He sniffled. "I'm sorry. It's just that. . . The incident was too painful."

"I see." The agent stepped inside and shut the door. "But I won't take long. I just needed a couple of questions to be answered and I'll be on my way." He glanced at the bottles on the other side of the living room. "Seems like you have quite a messy environment here."

"I had no other way to cope with my grief, but to drink, sir." He replied. "Which is why I had chosen to be away from my sister. I can't let her see me like this. . . "

The visitor nodded. "I understand. But you need to keep in mind to be there for your sister. She must be missing you terribly." He said. "How did the crime scene happened again?"

"My nephew came to visit me the other day, but my brother-in-law," the man clenched his hands into fists, "came in and said he wanted to talk to his son for a few moments. So I headed out to buy some snacks. Only then to come back and saw some police cars in the building."

"But the residents who live in the same floor said there were only two people inside of the door." The agent said.

"No, they must be getting it wrong. They didn't even know the whole story."

"Is this true?"

"Yes, sir—" a powerful force suddenly threw him across the room and his back crashed against the table. The man groaned and tried to get up, only to feel something was preventing him from doing so.

"You may be good at getting your way out. But you cannot your way out of my sight." Jin-chul said. He raised his hand and the murderer was hauled away from the spot to bring him on his knees.

The man tried to fight against it, gritting his teeth. "Who— who are you?! Release me!"

"Answer me properly." Jin-chul demanded. "Why did you do it?"

"If— if I answer, will you let me go?"

He curled his fingers.

The man released a strangled noise. Jin-chul could hear the squeezing sensation in the murderer's throat. Finally, the man cried out. "Okay! Okay!" The grip loosened a little. "He was irritating! He didn't want to give me the money I've been asking him for! That dirtbag was way too selfish to lend some money to his father because he wanted to use it for his mother's illness!"

Jin-chul lowered his hand. "Your son made the right decision. No sane person would give some money to a demon like you."

"You little—" the man seethed and reached out to grab the nearby bottle. He lunged at the agent. "Die you—!"

Jin-chul lifted his hand and the opposing hand paused. He glanced at the man. "Praefringo."

The wrist twisted and the man let out a shriek as the bottle dropped to the floor, shattering into pieces. Jin-chul brought his hand downward and the man followed.

"How in the world are you doing this?!"

"You talk too much as someone who is about to have the same fate as his son. But a tenfold painful this time." Red smoke began to emanate from his back. Jin-chul took off his sunglasses, showing the glow in his eyes as he stared darkly at the criminal. "No matter how loud you will plead, nobody is going to hear you."

The aura enveloped the entire room. Darkness crawled throughout the floor. The man whimpered in fear as he writhed helplessly on the ground, but his body did not respond under the deadly eyes of the agent.

Jin-chul raised his other hand, his fingers facing at the ceiling, then abruptly curled them into a fist. The man's shoulder twisted to the other side with a loud crack. Jin-chul flickered his wrist to the left—

The man's left arm crooked.

Another turn—

A crack erupted on the knees.

He raised his fist and tightened it—

The man had his chin high and the strangled noise occured once again.

Jin-chul opened his fist with his fingers curled. . .

An agonizing rupture sprang on the torso whilst the head was yanked further until the body formed an unusual 'c' shape.

He had muted the noise. So the criminal had no choice but to suffocate in his own misery. There were various ways to use magic. . . But such abilities had been forbidden for a long time and were long forgotten, only living in the fictitious creations. In Jin-chul's upbringing, he must limit on how he used these special skills, but how far? The measure was not determined, only when he was satisfied.

He spun around and flickered his wrist one last time as he made his way to the door. A crunching sound arose in the air and the body collapsed in a thud. A deafening silence awashed in, the smell of alcohol and putrefy wafted to the ceiling as the product of an activity that could never be witnessed by another living eye.

[ JUST IN: a distorted corpse of a man was found inside of his apartment. It turned out to be the father who had murdered his own son two nights ago. The investigators were in utmost shock by the sight that they were not able to look at it and even admitted to have stomaches. The sight was too grueling that no picture was taken. ]

#solo leveling #woo jin chul #SL characters as beasts behind the society #julyarya here is your jin-chul!#“reigne how much darker do you want to go?” “yes”#i genuinely did not know what the FRICK came over me to end up writing like this #sl fics by rei

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zaffrin · 2 years

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Little snippet of life with your roommate’s girlfriend 🐳 T rated wooho

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The first time he’d bumped into her at their flat, she was wearing one of Junho’s shirts. Just one of Junho’s shirts, the huge garment covering her small frame nearly down to her knees, but her legs bare beneath it as she’d bowed her head to him and scurried into the bathroom.

Minwoo had looked between the closed bathroom door and Junho’s room, gaping a bit, then shook his head, smiling in disbelief as he continued on his way to the kitchen.

She had left a short while later, bidding him a polite good morning as Junho had walked her to the door, and Minwoo had pretended not to hear the sounds of them kissing goodbye as he’d washed his cup out at the sink.

Junho had wandered back inside, clearing his throat and muttering a greeting as he set the kettle to boil.

“So, Youngwoo stayed over huh?” Minwoo grinned at his flatmate.

“Yeah.”

“Nice,” he’d smirked at his friend, offering his fist for a bump. Junho frowned and shoved it away.

“Ah - it’s not like that, man.”

“No? You didn’t nail her then?”

Junho scowled at him. “Don’t use that kind of language. And don’t… act like it’s like I “scored” or something. I love her. It’s more than that.”

Minwoo stared at his friend with narrowed eyes. “So you did?”

Junho had rolled his own eyes then, turning away to sip at his coffee and Minwoo laughed.

“I knew it. What’s it like, eh? Does she talk the whole way through? Does she talk about whales while you’re insi -“

“Shut up,” Junho had said, picking up the dishcloth and flinging it at his head.

Minwoo had laughed as he’d stalked back off to his room.

That had been a couple of months ago. Now, Youngwoo seemed to stay at their place more often than her own. Seriously - she should start sharing the rent. It had been… odd at first, for his best friend/flatmate to be together with his biggest rival at work but… Minwoo had gradually let that go. Suyeon had taught him a lot, and even though Youngwoo was still irritating as hell, he felt a little bad for the way he’d treated her when she first joined the firm. Besides - since they’d both got their contracts renewed, he guessed he didn’t need to compete with her anymore.

It’s a Monday morning, and she skids into the living room, already dressed for work, hunting for her headphones.

“Attorney Woo, want some coffee?” He asks from the kitchen.

“No thank you, I don’t drink coffee first thing in the morning.”

“No? Tea, then?”

She shakes her head.

“Well what do you usually have?”

“My father usually makes me Woo Youngwoo gimbap.”

“What - every morning?”

“Yes.”

“Ay - Youngwoo you’re so spoilt. Can’t you make your own gimbap now?”

She pauses at that, tilting her head with a furrow in her brow. “I… don’t know how to.”

“You don’t? But it’s easy. Once you’ve cooked the ingredients you just have to roll them all together. I’ll show you some time. Wait, what do you usually have when you stay over then?”

“We go to work via my father’s shop and eat there. Woo Youngwoo gimbap for me, and bibimap for Junho,” she explains as the latter walks out of his bedroom.

“Ready to go?” He asks her with a smile.

“Ah,” says Minwoo, “so that’s why you always head off so early. Junho - I told her she needs to learn to start making her own gimbap.”

“Hey, leave her alone Minwoo,” he waves a hand at his friend.

“I think,” Youngwoo speaks up, “Attorney Kwon is right. I should learn how to make my own gimbap. Then… then I could have breakfast here in the mornings.”

“Yeah?” Junho smiles, wrapping an arm around her middle from behind and nuzzling her hair. “Breakfast in bed, hm?”

“Aniyo. It’s unhygienic to eat where you sleep,” she states, and Minwoo snorts as he sips from his steaming mug of coffee.

Junho turns his face into her, murmuring something Minwoo can’t hear into her ear, but he can guess what it was when Youngwoo’s cheeks flush bright pink. He rolls eyes, deciding it’s a good time to excuse himself and taking his coffee off to his room.

#eaw #extraordinary attorney woo #woo young woo #wooho #lee jun ho #eaw fic #my fic #fanfic #kwon min woo #zaffrin fic

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which you entertain yourself with jungkook’s hair and make a dream come true.

> fluff, suggestive ? / wc: 2.7k

> warnings: making out, he gets blue balls sorry jk, mention of blood

note: this is just short and self indulgent i am finally writing about my undying love for my triangle gimbap bv4 koo i am in the brink of tears as i am typing this bc i just love him very much OKAY . also you’re in the second day of your period here so you can read my previous drabble if you want to :]

+ one last drabble before comeback bc i will be too busy screaming and crying over festa + comeback content PEACE OUT ✌🏼

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today is jungkook’s day off, and as much as you would love to go out on a date with him outside where the sun is shining not too bright and the wind is whistling softly as it gracefully dances as if it could be seen by the naked eye, the weight of your headache has kept you hostage on your pillow.

you rub the sleep off your eyes, refocusing on the view outside the bedroom window. your nap took longer than you intended. it’s already the afternoon — the sky is splashed with light hues of orange and pink, and you grow sadder about not being able to spend the day with your boyfriend like you usually do when he gets some time away from work. your headache isn’t as bad as it was this morning (trust me, it was bad), but it’s still there.

you reach for your phone beside you, familiar fingers tapping at the screen to call him.

“hello, baby. how do you feel? do you need anything?” this isn’t the first time you’re hearing his voice today, but the sound still makes you feel gush.

“where are you?” yours comes out scratched with your throat being dry, so you sit up and hunch over the nightstand, opening your water bottle and taking the straw between your lips.

“in the living room.” he chuckles softly. “where else would i be?”

“i don’t know. i thought you went out with your friends or something. didn’t one of them opened up a new restaurant?” you mumble, feeling bad about keeping him inside the house. “i wouldn’t have gotten mad if that’s what you’re worried about. i just sleep when i’m on the second day of my period anyway.”

he scoffs. “i didn’t want to go out anyway. i’ve been working on a song since this morning. i made some good progress.” he planned to spend this day off working since he knows you wouldn’t feel up to going out on the second day of your period, and even if you do wanted to go out, he would’ve rather let you rest. however, instead of going to the company, he set up his equipment in the living room. this way, he wouldn’t bother your sleep and still be available incase you needed him.

you stay quiet for a few seconds, gathering all the energy in your body to force yourself to function. “may i hear?”

“when it’s finished, baby. i’m almost there.” he answers sweetly, heart softening at the sound of your tired and gentle voice from his phone’s tiny speaker.

“will you come in the room then, please?”

“why? do you miss me?” he teases.

you can hear him smile in his voice. you are longing to see it in person.

“just a little bit.” you reply jokingly.

you hear shuffling on the other end of the line. “that’s enough for me. on my way.”

and the door bursts open, your boyfriend entering the bedroom with his phone pressed against his ear. his doe eyes meet your drowsy ones, and he immediately ends the call to stride towards your figure he yearns to hold in his arms.

you make grabby hands, grasping at the waist of his shirt to pull his body as close as possible. he kisses the top of your head, lips making a smacking sound which makes you smile weakly against his chest.

he sits beside you, brushing away the hair blocking his vision and tucking them behind his ears. the small actions ignite the adoration in your heart, and suddenly, playing with your boyfriend’s hair sounds like the most appealing thing in the universe and you wouldn’t mind spending this lifetime and the next doing exactly that.

and so, you gaze at him with feigned innocence. “will you grab my box of hair ties for me?” referring to the transparent box sitting on top of the vanity.

jungkook is a simple man. you ask for something, and he gives it to you. “don’t tie your hair. doesn’t your head hurt still?” he scolds you while handing you the box, and your eyes close shut as giggles rack your body.

“then why give it to me?”

he crawls on his side of the bed, his head laying on the soft pillow. “hmm, i don’t know. thought maybe you wanted to admire your collection of hair ties.” he unlocks the box, pulling at the handle of the lid to reveal the collapsible levels forming a mini staircase. he makes a show out of it, gasping dramatically as he pulls a surprised face. his lips form an ‘O’ to perfectly match his wide doe eyes. you watch him in pure amusement, shaking your head with a chuckle.

inside are rubber hands and hair ties, organized by size and color. to be honest, you rarely even use them. you just think of them as essentials. you’ve always thought that there will come a day when you’d need them.

perhaps, today is the day.

you make space on the nightstand for the box, setting it aside temporarily. “so what are you gonna do?”

you ignore his question, tugging at his pillow as you speak. “lay between my legs.”

his mouth falls agape once again. sure, you’re pretty much straightforward most of the time but never like this. “babe, shouldn’t we wait for a few more days for th-”

your hand moves on its own, flicking his forehead to interrupt him from further speaking out his thoughts. “get your mind out of the gutter. i just wanted to do your hair!”

“oh.” he releases the air he didn’t realize he’s been holding in, eyes darting to the side as he assesses the awkward situation he just created for himself.

the man decides to pretend like the past thirty seconds did not happen. “they’re showing kimi no na wa on the cable channel. i should practice my japanese.”

you watch him put his pillow over your spread-out thighs before making himself comfortable between your legs, leaning back and sliding down just enough for his hair to be perfectly within your reach.

as he flips through the channels on the television, you press a kiss on his temple. he can feel your smile against his skin, and it makes his cheeks blush in sheepishness. “you are so funny without even trying sometimes.”

he shifts around a little, leaning his weight on you. “please make my hair look pretty.”

that isn’t exactly your intention and you just want to play around, but- “i’ll try my best, baby boy.”

one of his favorite films of all the time plays on the television. given that he has spent almost half of his life sitting on a chair for hours while being dolled up by stylists, he finds himself relaxed more than ever since it’s you touching his hair. he basks in your light and delicate touches, humming in appreciation. his tattooed hand finds a home on your knee, his thumb tracing shapes on your skin.

despite you being well-aware of his insane level of pain tolerance and muscle endurance, jungkook loves how you remain gentle with him. he knows it isn’t simply because you’re wary of hurting of him, but because your nurturing hands treasure him.

though, he admits he deserves the swat he gets on the arm when he starts swaying back and forth to the rhythm of a commercial song.

you gather a thick portion of his hair on the top of his head, sweeping up his long bangs to include them. you choose a black hair tie, because a rubber band would be too difficult to remove and it usually takes hair strands along with it. every piece of jungkook is precious to you.

“tada! the first look is done.” you announce enthusiastically, marvelling at your own work.

he opens the front camera of your phone to look at what you did to his hair, curling up into a fit of delighted laughter as if he is being tickled. you know what he looks like when he is laughing the hardest — eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as he laughs so hard it feels like he can’t control his body anymore. he even kicks out his feet sometimes, or repeatedly slaps whatever’s near. usually, it’s the table or his thighs.

you find the hairdo more adorable than funny, but you’re glad that you made him happy over such a small and silly thing.

he coughs, choking on his spit from laughing too much. he slaps his chest in panic and you offer him your water bottle, which he accepts. with a grimace, you watch him sip until the bottle becomes half empty. once he calms down, he smiles at you and you start explaining your work.

“i know they usually call this apple hair, but here you can see that i took a thicker portion so it’s more of a ‘sprout’ look.” you stroke the hair forming the leaves to emphasize your point, and you realize that it also resembles the water bursting out of a whale. but the term sprout is more adorable and straightforward, so you choose not to mention it anymore.

he nods in understanding as you speak, turning his head to the left and to the right to check out how it looks from different angles. “ah, i can see how this also symbolizes my drive to achieve personal growth with everything that i do in life. there is so much more left for me to learn and experience, therefore, i am still a sprout.”

he probably wrote lyrics while reflecting on himself today, you think. not enough people realizes how much time jungkook spends thinking about himself and life in general because they usually only see him being physically active, and well, because he’s a generally shy person who keeps to himself. that’s why he writes them into songs. or he shares them with you on random occasions.

his words are intended for exaggerated humor, but a fond smile spreads on your lips as you listen to him speak such insightful words so casually. “hmm, exactly. exactly! that’s what i had in mind while i was doing your hair. i did a goob job in capturing your personality, yes?” you lean forward to insert yourself in the camera’s frame, resting your cheek against his.

“you look so cute, baby.” you admire him through your phone screen, eyes almost sparkling. he grins in response, showing off his perfectly aligned teeth before he captures the picture. you poke his other cheek with your index finger, and he smiles so that his dimples pop out as he clicks on the shutter again.

“i want to do pucca hairstyle next.” you tell him, sliding off the hair tie which makes his hair fall infront of his eyes. he blows a loud breath to remove them from his line of vision, which works for about two seconds until they flop down again.

with a giggle, you brush the hair back with your fingers. this time, you use a comb to perfectly part his hair in the middle.

while you’re trying to properly gather a portion from the upper right side of his head, he calls out your name out of the blue without looking away from the television screen. you hum in response. “what if i wake up alone in this bed tomorrow morning and realize that you were just a figment of my imagination?”

you pause for a second, heart aching inside your chest because of his question. “that won’t ever happen, silly. i am very much real. you just witnessed me bleeding yesterday. my blood was red and not purple or green.”

“babe, i said a figment of my imagination, not an alien!”

“well-” you stutter in embarrassment. “still!”

your hands slip away from his hair when he slides down, head resting on the pillow as he looks up at you with an amused smile. without thinking twice, you connect your lips with his. he holds your face in his hands to deepen the kiss, heart pumping so loud and fast he swears he can feel it in his ears.

you pull away with your chest heaving, a cheeky smile painted on your cherry swollen lips. “did that feel real enough?”

“holy shit. you just made one of my teenage dreams come true.” he curses, dazed eyes drinking you in as if you were a celestial being who came down on earth and found him.

you raise an eyebrow in surprise. “oh? your first spiderman kiss ever?” the new learned knowledge makes you want to bash your head against the wall for not doing this earlier into your relationship. how could you have been so clueless? how long has your boyfriend been waiting for this moment to come? you should’ve known.

“ever.” and then he grabs your face to kiss you again, this time with more fervor, tongue playful and sweet. you will never admit it, but you might be enjoying this more than he is. a quiet moan escapes you just before he pulls away (too sudden for your liking) with a sated smile, planting three more quick kisses on your lips. “got five spiderman kisses now.”

“you are insatiable.” you mumble against his lips, finally opening your eyes.

“you make me insatiable.” he remarks. and it takes everything in you not to indulge yourself and kiss him again until you run out of air.

you straighten back up, grasping at the shoulders of his shirt. “i’m not done with your hair yet. get up.” he groans in protest, mumbling about how much he loves you and how he lets you do everything you want as he goes back to his previous position. he ignores the uncomfortable pressure growing in his shorts and belly, reverting his attention back to the animated film.

you comb his hair again, untangling some knots that formed in the previous minutes you got preoccupied with . . . other things.

surprisingly, jungkook stays quiet and unmoving this time around as you fix up his hair with serious focus. you finish tying up his hair on the right side, and so you move on to the other, purposely leaving out his bangs and brushing them to the side for the pretty style he wanted. finally, you comb the hair at the back of his head and the front of his face to make it look neater.

“all done.” you inform him with a singsong voice, and he immediately opens up your front camera again.

“ooooh.” he sounds impressed, touching his own hair with interest. “you did make me look pretty, after all.”

“of course, i did!”

and then he does his signature pose. his lips form a pout so big his bunny teeth makes an appearance, and he throws up a peace sign beside his cheek. the tattoos on his forearm are in full display, and they completely contrast the endearing cuteness going on with his hair and his face. he takes multiple pictures, changing up the angle with each one.

you rest your chin on his shoulder as he goes through all the pictures he took this afternoon, either giggling at himself or at you in the background. you roll your eyes when he zooms at you watching him take selfies with a look on your face that evidently shows how in love you are with him, teasing you as if time went back two and a half years and you were still hiding your crush on him.

in the end, he forces you to take a selfie with him because apparently, the pucca one is his favorite hairdo and you’re his favorite person so he wants both to be his lockscreen. he sends the picture to himself eagerly.

“oh! i finally figured it out!” you exclaim excitedly, reaching over to swipe through the pictures. “you look like a maltese puppy! you know, when they get their hair tied up?”

he blinks in confusion, closing the gallery app to search up a picture of a maltese puppy with the same hairstyle. he finds one and saves it, swiping at your screen left and right as he compares himself.

“so am i a bunny or a maltese?”

you shrug. “both?”

he heaves out a dramatic sigh. “i don’t think that’s how it works though?”

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missywritesfor7 · 8 months

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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 37: Discovery ||

Just as Jungkook feared, the news the next day was filled with reports of last night’s earthquake. Thankfully there were no fires this time, but he’s still very embarrassed. As soon as Sunyoung woke up and saw the news she ran to him to make sure he and Luna were ok.

Jungkook doesn’t know that his power comes from his mom. He doesn’t know she even has the power at all. He’s known that she can put curses on people, but other than that she’s only told him that her other ability is knowing when people are lying. It’s something she told him as a child so he wouldn’t lie to her.

He tried once and she caught him which made him believe it. In reality, she was watching him from a distance as he tried to sneak a chicken into the palace as a child. She watched him try to take it back to his room without being seen, but the chicken got loose and terrorized the entire place until a guard was finally able to catch it. When questioned, Jungkook tried to lie about it, but his mom stopped him and confronted him with the truth. From that moment he truly believed that her ability was sensing lies. He knows he gets his ability of putting people under paralysis from his father, but he always wondered where his ground shattering power came from.

Today the lightbulb finally lit up in his head and he got an idea. Sunyoung suggested they take a proper vacation somewhere for the week. Somewhere that they can truly enjoy themselves without worrying about Minseok. Jungkook and Luna decided on camping and as they were looking up options on his phone, he quietly typed a message to Luna asking her to play along. She has no idea what he’s about to do, but she nods in agreement anyway.

Sunyoung offered to make them lunch before they head out. The three are enjoying gimbap at the table when Jungkook begins to test his theory.

“Mom,” he starts. “If I tell you something, will you be upset?”

“Of course not,” she says, wondering what he’s about to drop on her now.

“You remember when I was little and the chicken got loose in the palace?” He asks.

“Yes,” she chuckles. “What about it?”

“I really didn’t do it.”

“What?” She laughs. “What makes you suddenly bring that up?”

“I was just thinking about it and how I was wrongfully accused of setting a chicken free in there. It sucked having to clean all that poop and feathers up when I didn’t even do it.” He pouts trying to further plead his innocence.

“Tokki,” she says still laughing. “I can’t believe that’s still bothering you after all of these years.”

“I cannot continue to live with this injustice,” he says dramatically.

Luna is trying her best not to break, but the way he’s trying so hard to act innocent has her ready to start laughing loudly. She has no idea what he’s talking about but she can tell he would definitely be the one to set a chicken free in the palace.

“Sweetie, I saw you bring the chicken inside. The only injustice is the lie you keep telling yourself,” she laughs.

“You saw me?” He asks raising his brow. “You said your ability was knowing when people lie and that’s how you knew! That’s not really your ability, is it?!”

“Jungkook,” she says realizing her mistake.

“Mom!” He shouts standing up. “I get it from you, don’t I?”

“Sit down, Jungkook,” she says softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks slowly sitting back down.

“Feels like deja vu,” Luna mumbles pulling a sharp look from Jungkook.

“The same reason why you don’t tell anyone,” Sunyoung confesses.

“But,” Jungkook’s eyes search the room for words. “You knew I got this from you. You could have told me.”

“Well…” she hesitates, wondering if maybe it’s finally time to be honest with him. “I was afraid.”

“Of what? You’ve seen my power already.”

“If I told you about my power I would have to tell you what I did with it. I didn’t want you to either hate me or try to do the same thing.”

“What? What did you do?”

“I’m not proud of this,” she sighs. “After the attack on the throne the doctors tried every solution they could to save your father’s leg, but they just couldn’t figure out an antidote for the poison the Saakhan soldier used on his blade.”

“Right,” he nods confused. He already knows all of this.

“I could have saved him.”

“What do you mean? Do you have the power of healing? Is that why you were so good at making me feel better when I was sick??” He asks getting a little too excited about that possibility.

“No,” she chuckles. “I could have sucked the poison out of his wound.”

“Huh? You could?”

“I did. I sucked the poison right out, and his leg started healing as soon as I did.”

Jungkook tilts his head but remains silent. He isn’t sure what she’s getting at, but it’s not making sense right now.

“I watched him start to get excited that it worked,” she continues. “Then I let my anger win that day. So many years I had endured his anger and abuse, and in that moment I finally decided to make sure he stayed just as weak as he was the moment they first rolled him into the hospital. I spit the poison right back into his wound and watched his face fall from elation to horror as he watched the fire burn in my eyes. From that day on he knew what would happen if he continued to push me.”

“Mom,” Jungkook says wide eyed and in disbelief. “Are you serious? You just…you can do that?”

“Yes,” she nods. “At least that’s part of it.”

“You saved him just to snatch his leg right back from him?”

“Like I said, I’m not proud of it.”

“You should be!” He says surprising everyone. “He fucking deserves it!”

“Tokki,” she says trying to settle him down. “This is why I was afraid to tell you boys. I didn’t want you trying to get any ideas.”

“Well as you can see, that really hasn’t made a difference,” he sasses.

“I know,” she says rolling her eyes. “He loves pushing people to their limits.”

“Why though? Why does he get enjoyment out of pissing people off?”

“So he can make you feel weak when you finally lose control. It’s easier to manipulate people who are already beaten down.”

“If you were so mad why didn’t you kill him? I’m sure you could have blamed it on his battle wounds.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.” She raises her brow.

“Is poison the only thing you can suck out?” He asks not wanting to admit how somewhat serious he was in saying that.

“No, but that’s not important.”

“Yes it is! Mom, you can’t tell me you are the real reason dad’s leg never grew back and then not tell me what else you can do.” He pouts.

“Why are you like this?” She asks with a slight smile. “Basically if it’s in you I can suck it out. Everything. You can ask your father about the time I brought him to his knees.”

“I didn’t know you were so badass!” He says in excitement. “Can you do it to him again?”

“I think it’s time for you two to head off on your trip,” she says standing and taking their empty plates to the sink.

“No,” he pouts. “I need to know more about my mom’s badass power!”

“Maybe you should focus on talking to Luna about yours.”

Luna nods in agreement. As much as Jungkook doesn’t want to tell her, he knows he needs to. He wants to continue questioning his mom but he realizes he can’t expect her to tell him everything if he can’t get himself to tell Luna everything.

“We’ll talk later then,” Jungkook says getting up and giving his mom a hug. “I want to know about all the times you put dad in his place,” he giggles.

“Get out of here,” Sunyoung says giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You two be careful and have fun.”

The location Jungkook chose as a prime camping spot is right near a large lake and surrounded by nothing but open land, the moon, and the stars. Before going there, he rented an RV for them to camp out of. After a quick trip to pick up food, supplies and their luggage, they arrive at their new home for the week. Luna is in awe at how vast the area is. Not only that but there’s no one there other than one other barely visible camper settled far away on the other side of the lake.

“This place is gorgeous,” Luna says stepping out of the RV. “Is this a secret place or something? How is there only one other person here?”

“Because it’s royal property,” Jungkook winks while dragging a tent out of the RV storage. “Anyone who’s not royal personnel will have to get special permission to camp here. Most people don’t even bother since it’s such a process and expensive.”

“So who could that be?” She asks pointing to the campsite in the distance.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Either a Min or someone who won the lottery. No one else can afford this.”

“A Min? Like Yoongi?” She asks watching him trying to setup the tent.

“Yeah, his family is loaded. If he didn’t work for the palace he’d still be living in luxury.”

“Really? You didn’t tell me that. He always seems so humble like he came from nothing. It’s hard to believe that he comes from a rich family.”

“You got a thing for him now?” He asks stepping in front of her.

“Are you jealous of him?” She laughs.

“No,” he wraps his arms around her waist. “Just making sure you’re not a gold digger.”

“If that were the case I never would have payed you any attention.”

“So you’re saying you really like me for who I am?” He smiles pulling her closer.

“Calm down you little demon, you’re alright,” she jokes sliding her arms around his neck.

“Just alright?” He scoffs. “I’m amazing and you know it.”

“Oh my goodness, are you getting sick?” She says touching his forehead. “You’re speaking nonsense, you must be running a fever or something.”

“You see that lake over there?” He asks taking her hand and turning her towards the great body of water before them. “I will throw you in there and leave.”

“Ah there’s the spawn of Satan I know,” she giggles.

“Shut up and help me set everything up,” he says patting her butt.

A bit more bickering and a few unfollowed instructions, and Jungkook and Luna finally get their tent, fire pit, table, chairs, hammock, and cooktop set up next to their RV. They begin to enjoy their hard work with a seat around the unlit fire pit.

“Did you bring matches?” Luna asks standing over the mound of wood in the pit.

“No,” Jungkook says pulling her back a few steps. “Don’t need em.”

“Are we just going to stare at a pile of wood?”

“No,” he chuckles. “Just watch.”

Jungkook waits for Luna’s nod of approval then focuses his attention on the fire pit. Luna notices the fire growing in his eyes, then suddenly the pile of wood has turned to a blazing campfire. She looks at him in awe as the fire in his eyes die out and he’s back to his big red doe-eyed self.

“What was that?” Luna asks. “How did you do that?”

“You wanted to know what else I could do, thats part of it,” he says trying to read her expression.

“You just…set shit on fire with your eyes?” She asks stepping closer to him and looking in his eyes.

“Something like that,” he chuckles nervously. “It used to just set random stuff nearby on fire, but over the years I’ve learned to master it and now I can do it on command.”

“Ok,” she nods accepting his explanation. “So what else can you do?”

“Well…nothing I have complete control of, but sometimes glass shatters. A few cars nearby were completely totaled that one time. I’m still not sure how that happened,” he says stroking his chin. “I don’t really know everything that happens because I usually don’t notice anything going on around me.”

“Do you just blackout when you go full Hulk?”

“No,” he chuckles. “I just don’t see anything other than who or what’s in front of me. Anything that happens I only know because someone told me.”

“So then…if it happens again, what can I do to make sure you don’t cause a lot of damage?”

“Just do whatever you have to do to get my attention.”

“That’s it? The guys were trying to get your attention and that didn’t seem to work.”

“That’s because you need to be the one to get my attention.” He takes her hand and gives her a small smile. “When I see you nothing else matters. I forget everything and the only thing I care about is you.”

“Aw,” she says feeling the warmth of his words through her whole body. “You really mean that?”

“Of course,” he says kissing her forehead. “Why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Sometimes you say things I’ve never heard anyone else say to me before. Catches me off guard sometimes.”

“You mean no one has ever been ready to stop the world just for you?” He teases.

“Well I’ve definitely never had anyone come close to it, my little ground shaking bunny,” she laughs.

“Want me to do it again?”

“No, please don’t,” she laughs. “I don’t think it would go over too well. Poor Jiminie can hear you every time.”

“It was him, wasn’t it?” He asks arching his brow.

“Him what?”

“He’s the one who told you about my ability.” Jungkook says with certainty.

“What makes you think that?” She asks trying to feign innocence.

“Poor Jiminie,” he mocks. “He can hear me every time? And how would you know that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she quickly replies. “All I’m saying is maybe don’t do the earthquake thing.”

“I won’t do the earthquake thing if you stop doing the bullshitting thing,” he sasses. “What did that bionic eared rat tell you?”

“How could you be so mean and call your hyung a rat?” She asks still deliberately avoiding his question.

“I call him that to his face,” he giggles.

“He’s not a rat,” she laughs. “Or is that his animal? Oh my gosh, does Jimin turn into a cute little rat?”

“No,” he laughs at her sudden enthusiasm. “He turns into a baby chick, but he rarely does it.”

“A baby chick??” She grabs his hand and pulls him to the chair sitting near the campfire then makes herself comfortable across his lap. “Now you have to tell me more. What does he look like in his baby chick form? What does everyone else turn into?”

“You are entirely too excited about this,” he laughs. “He looks like any other baby chick I guess. Everyone else has their own animal.”

“Like what? How do you choose your animal?”

“You don’t. You just kind of get stuck with what you get stuck with. Although some lucky people can choose more than one animal to change into.”

“Really? Who? What are the other guys’ animals??” She can barely contain her childlike excitement as she bounces in Jungkook’s lap wanting to hear of all the cute animals they turn into.

“Calm down,” he laughs holding her still. “Tae is the only person I know that can choose between two animals-“

“Which animals??”

“If you’re going to keep interrupting me with a million questions before I can finish answering one, I’m going to tie you to the roof of the RV.”

“An entire brotherhood and I get stuck with the evil one.”

“Do you want this evil one to tell you or throw you in the field?”

“So violent.” She playfully rolls her eyes. “I’m listening.”

“Thank you. Fucking pain.” Luna opens her mouth to throw another insult at him but he raises his finger and gives her a playful yet very intimidating look that snatches her words before they make it to her tongue. She nods in surrender and allows him to finish.

“Tae can turn into either a bear or a tiger,” he continues. “He says his tiger form is for when he gets angry, but he doesn’t get angry much. The last time was years ago when we were chasing a suspect down. He still won’t tell us what the guy said to him when he cornered him in an alley, but when the rest of us got there all we saw was an angry tiger and a dude standing there scared shitless.” Jungkook laughs recalling the memory. “After it was all over he changed back and acted like it didn’t happen.”

“What? I can’t even imagine him getting mad about anything.”

“He’s silent but deadly. Plays mind games with people, but if they push him they’ll definitely regret it.”

“TaeTae is a badass!” She smiles.

“TaeTae? What? How do you just start calling people all these nicknames out of nowhere?”

“Rolls off the tongue,” she shrugs knowing she only does it just to get a reaction out of him.

“Anyway,” he says rolling his eyes. “Yoongi changes to a cat but he only does it to sleep. He’s embarrassed by it, but if you beg him a little he’ll give in and change. At least he always does it for me.” He laughs again. “Hobi hyung turns into a hawk.”

“A hawk? Sweet Hobi? I thought he would be something more cuddly.”

“Are you wanting to know all of this so you can cuddle with everyone?”

“No,” she laughs. “But now that you’ve given me the idea,” she strokes her chin with a smirk.

“Are you done?” He asks with a straight face.

“I’m just teasing,” she laughs.

“Pain in the ass,” he mumbles. “He only changes when we need him to be a lookout for something. He’s loud as fuck, so he makes a good alarm when we need to be alerted of something. Namjoon turns into a dog, which I think is the coolest out of all of us. I want to be a dog,” he pouts.

“What kind of dog? Does he fight with Yoongi?” She giggles, proud of her silly cat and dog joke.

“No,” he shakes his head at her ridiculous attempt at humor. “He’s a golden retriever. Sometimes he’ll change just to relax, and other times he has way too much energy so he burns it off in his dog form. It’s funny playing with him when he has the zoomies,” he laughs.

“And Jin? The Prince must turn into something really cool like a lion or a majestic stallion or something. Is he something large, or powerful? Or maybe something rare and mythical?”

“No, stop watching so much tv,” he laughs. “Jin turns into a little hamster.”

“A….hamster?”

“Yup, not big or magical. He’s just a little hamster.”

“You have to be fucking with me,” she says in disbelief.

“Nope, just a hamster he likes to turn into when he wants to snack and game in peace. Sometimes he just does it to run around and mess with the rest of us.”

“How does he game as a hamster? Wouldn’t his little hands be too small for a controller?”

“He has a special made controller that’s small enough for him to use.”

“Really?” She asks amazed.

“No,” he laughs. “That doesn’t even make sense. How would that even be possible? You’ll believe anything I tell you, won’t you?”

“Well not anymore,” she huffs.

“Come on,” he laughs trying to stand with her still in his lap. “Let’s figure out what we’re making for dinner before the bats come out to start feeding.”

“Feeding? Feeding on what? You never told me there would be bats here!”

“You’re so easy it’s ridiculous,” he laughs. “I’m surprised you weren’t kidnapped as a kid. It wouldn’t be hard.”

“Shut up,” she huffs folding her arms. “How do I turn into an animal? I want to be something that will fuck you up.”

“Converts don’t have animal forms,” he smirks. “So too bad for you.”

“Bullshit! I want to be an animal,” she pouts.

“Well, since you were born part vampire you might be able to, but who knows,” he shrugs.

“Teach me!” She says clasping her hands together. “You can show me how to change and then we’ll know if I can claw your face off.”

“If that’s all you want to do then I hope you turn into a goldfish or something completely useless.”

“I’ll still find a way to fuck you up as a goldfish.”

“Keep it up and I won’t teach you anything.”

“I’m sorry,” she says poking her bottom lip out. “Please teach me my lovely bunny babe.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. He thinks it’s so stupid how much his heart flutters when she makes that face.

“Let’s have dinner first then I’ll think about it,” he chuckles.

They go into the RV and pull out everything they need for their meal. They decide to make some simple lamb skewers over the fire. Jungkook takes over doing most of the prep and cooking. Once it’s all done they both have a seat in their camping chairs and enjoy the fruits of Jungkook’s labor.

They cap the evening off with a bottle of wine that Jungkook brought along. Luna hasn’t tried blood wine before, but after much skepticism she gave it a try and loves it.

She loves it all. A meal cooked by the love of her life. Sipping wine under the moonlight. Then moving to the hammock they set up and laying in each others arms while gazing at the stars.

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