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#also the hoseok birthday scene!!!

blueberryarchive · 6 months

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RECORDING (+18)

Were you move in to Montenegro Hills. A peaceful neighborhood with caring neighbors and walking dogs at 6pm.

The night of the welcome party, you meet Park Jimin: the president of the neighborhood committee. After a few shots and a little bit of flirting, he makes a proposal you thought you'll never hear from anyone in your life.

▶pairing; stalker!jimin x fem!reader

▶word count; 13.4k

▶genre: 80's au, enemies and lovers, thriller

▶tw; grammar mistakes (english is not my first language), horny!jimin all the way, your boy Hoseok it's a freak too, gore scenes (blood, wounds, death, descriptions of pain and bodily fluids), toxic relationship, smut (dub-con/non-con, penetration, knife play, degrading names, manhandling, spanking, fingering, choking, mating position) everyone in here is a piece of shit ngl, misogyny, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

▶playlist; 📼

Record, the verb, comes from the word cor or cord in Latin, which means heart or remember, which in itself is beautiful. To repeat over and over again, to keep track of it, to save it in the memory. Save is one of his favorite words to describe what he does. Salvus as in to keep safe, in both senses.

There's nothing more precious to him than his collection of VHS tapes in the little room in the hall. All were put in alphabetical order and cleaned every Friday when he was free from work.

To watch every movie again and again, to remember the little details to heart, the dialogues, the gestures; he loved it. He loved taking care of it.

Now, it was Friday and, you see, as he was in the row from D to H, he heard one of the most precious pieces close the door abruptly of her Ford Cortina, just right outside of his house. He walked slowly through the hall of the rather dark place, the curtains were closed most of the time. His neighbors took it for privacy.

Jimin was a very quiet and sheltered man, but he was very polite and helpful. Always there in Montenegro's activity programs, charity funds, birthdays, and Christmas parties. He helped with the food, made the kids laugh, and the wives adored him. Jimin was the best neighbor, and he worked hard for it.

As he moved closer, his finger brushed the hem of the curtain in the living room, letting the sunlight paint a streak across his face. His eye settled on your feet, more like the heels. Who moved in with heels on?

You were wearing slingback pumps and a little pencil skirt, coming straight from work. Tired and all sweaty in the middle of the summer, when people remember why they don't like the heat in the first place. Jimin enjoyed it. It made people come out of their houses and forage for a little bit of shadow and conversation.

The white blouse you wore, had a little white bow that made you look like a dainty Victorian doll. The translucent blobs forming under your armpits were beginning to drip sweat down the sides of your ribs. You took a small carry-on suitcase from the co-pilot and closed the door putting on your dark, cat-shaped sunglasses. Chanel, so you also had money. The prices in Montenegro are not cheap by any means, but the people here are all so subtle in the ways they show it, with guilt and tight lips. But you weren't afraid to show that you could afford things, that maybe you loved the sound of pearls on your wrists and the sweet smell of Angel by Mugler on your clothes.

If he wasn't in his pajamas, Jimin would have opened his door to introduce himself just to let his nose feel the pleasure of your aroma in that heat.

Jimin knew that you were going fast and that you didn't want anyone to know about your arrival until you were in better condition. He looked at his wristwatch, it was barely five in the afternoon, and he didn't know if there was time.

One way or the other.

He grabbed the corded phone near his couch and plopped down crossing his legs. With one hand he dialed a number so quickly that his fingers seemed to move automatically.

With the other, he searched for a roll in his work suitcase. It took less than the ringing of the call to put the film into the camera, a '72 Olympus, a beauty that belonged to his mother.

"Mm." answered a scratchy voice, Hoseok wasn't in the mood and that wasn't a good start.

"Hoseok, I need you to convince Nancy to have a party tonight, well, maybe not tonight but-." he put the phone between his shoulder and his ear, walking to the window. You were still inside, but the Cortina door was still open.

"What do you want me to do? She won't do anything until she's six months in." Hoseok exhaled. "Why a party? Who is it this time?"

Jimin wrinkled his nose, focusing the camera just as you went out to close the door. A single suitcase of clothes, your Chanel glasses, and your blurred lipstick. You were a work of art, he had to convince Hoseok to create an excuse.

"Park," Hoseok mumbled as the bustle of his office sounded on the other end of the line.

"Let's meet the new neighbor."

"Neighbor? I haven't heard Nancy speak of a neighbor at any time."

Click, just as you close the door. Click, the strokes of your hands and your quick steps.

"I'm seeing her now."

"Now? Is she already with you?" Hoseok sounded hurt, offended. His annoyance changed to a muffled, nasal voice.

"No, I wouldn't meet anyone without you, Jung." Jimin chuckled, his cheekbones popping with the jeer in his voice. "She's in front, where the Jimenez used to live."

"Yeah, okay—You better not." Hoseok interrupted.

Jimin closed the curtain and looked at the door at the end of the hall, three locks keeping it secure.

"So will you talk to Nancy?"

"Let's see, the hormones have her in a frenzy and she still forbids me to even drink, smoke or fuck her. I'm going insane." Nancy was Hoseok's wife, she was a sweet and calm girl, she always smiled and her voice reminded Jimin a lot of Shelley Duvall. A sheep with deep black eyes, like two dark lakes. She was Hoseok's jewel. Park didn't believe how sweet Hoseok could be with her, knowing how he could be outside his bubble, he pampered her fervently and always saw her like searching for scrapes and bruises.

Jung Hoseok was the perfect husband. Handsome and caring, made everyone light up with his contagious laughs.

They were one of the most beloved couples in Montenegro. Nancy was in charge, not officially but popularly, as the person who organized the parties. They were always the best. The best-grilled meats, iced tea, and the best conversations after a mojito or two. It was in these places that Jimin caught the big fish. But since Nancy's pregnancy, things have been quiet in the Jung household.

Nancy had become paranoid, barely leaving the house, walking around the patio of her house barefoot and in nightgowns. The women of her family tended to lose pregnancies easily, and every time she had a pregnant friend, or anyone for that matter, she treated them like porcelain, hundreds of tips on how to take care came out of her heart-shaped lips.

Now that it's her turn to be the pregnant one, she doesn't wear tight clothes and doesn't go upstairs. She eats hot things if Hoseok cooks because she's afraid of the stove. She thinks that her body, due to an uncontrolled impulse, will throw itself into the flames.

Convincing her wouldn't be easy, but Jimin hadn't seen her neighbors in a while, and seeing you caused his chest to shrink with curiosity. You were attractive, even when you thought you weren't.

Hours passed without any sign of life, dead hours in which Jimin decided to work on developing the photos he had taken of you. The pungent smell of vinegar and chemicals in the small room bathed in red light. His hands covered in black latex immersed the piece of paper in the water until the image appeared like a cloud of grays: your face, your hands, your hair sweating. Such a recent memory and he had already missed it.

He held the photo closer to the hanging light bulb, it was perfect. Even though it had come out a little blurry, he told himself that it made him want to have it more, the two minutes it had taken you to get there, close the windows, take out your suitcase, and look around you were fleeting. So having a small detail, like a photograph of a bird that was believed to be extinct or that of a very distant planet. He began to be fond of your nebulous figure.

His first frame of you.

Two clamps held the material on the cord so it could finish drying. The ringing of the phone brought Jimin out of his hedonism, he didn't wait for it to ring twice. Now, the words Hoseok said as he picked up the phone made the man smile.

"Saturday, 6 p.m. At my house." God bless Hoseok's convincing tactics. He must have made up an article in the newspapers about how Boston University theorized that a lack of communication with the outside world could cause hormonal problems and even affect the psyche of the fetus.

Wait…Saturday?

"You say tomorrow? It's too early, I don't have anything prepared yet."

Hoseok laughed. "No, moron, next week."

Jimin took off his gloves, disappointed with how little effort his partner had put into his work.

"That's a whole week away."

"You should suck my dick for getting something in the next four months."

"If you weren't as useless and ate her out, you would have had it by this Sunday, at least."

Hoseok bit the inside of his cheek, twirling a pen in his fingers. His eyes were arranged in a corner of his office, and with a sigh, his legs spread out. "Describe her to me."

Jimin smiled searching for a cigarette in the kitchen, the phone in his hand, the cord jumping a little by his steps. He switched the phone to his other ear as he turned on the tip. "She's not a Maeve, she's not your typical Montenegro mom, maybe more like a workaholic like Charlie."

"Any children?" Hoseok interrupted excitedly.

"No, I don't think so. She has a very… disorganized style for being a mom."

"Divorcee?"

"I don't think this woman spent more than six months with the same man." Both men laughed, Jimin brought the cigarette to his mouth but stopped mid-action when he saw a shadow pass through the living room window. "Wait." Jimin put down the phone and walked into the hallway. The VHS were arranged, shiny and neat, on the right shelf.

They hadn't knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

Jimin raised his shoulders tensely. It was you? Could it be true that Jimin was lucky enough to not have to poison you with chemicals until he dragged you into his bed? That he didn't need Hoseok's charms to convince you that what they were doing was sick, but he just needed a little alcohol, a little bit of will from you, too.

He walked quickly to the door and opened the handle with so much pressure that it made noise. The young girl on the other side of the door flinched, opening her eyes like a frightened bird before smiling at the man who was sweating at the front door.

This is Cosette, for the second time this week.

If Jimin didn't know how to control himself, Cosette would have been planted in the garden serving as fertilizer a long time ago. He fervently hated teenagers, of all types: athletic ones, Star Wars fans, those who went to his movie theater to make out with their boyfriends for the three hours of the Gone With the Wind special, those who drove in their parents' Chevelle speeding through the streets; all of them. Especially those from Montenegro.

Cosette wasn't part of any of the groups mentioned, but don't let her think that Jimin hated her any less. Cosette, who had a strange taste in everything, including her social circle, was at her door. Her hair was always in a high bun, her bangs covered her forehead, a jean jacket that hid her body, and bright pink lips that made Park's eyes water.

She always carried something new with her, something for Jimin to notice and talk about. This time, she had a kerchief tied around her head colored in a nauseating green. She smiled even more when she saw that Jimin was only wearing an unbuttoned t-shirt.

He looked in the direction of your house, the curtains still closed. Shit.

"Cosette," he greeted her, pressing his lips into a smile. He refused to look at her bow so she wouldn't mention it either.

"Mr. Park, today is Friday. I wanted to bring you the films you lent me so you can clean them up and keep them organized." Her voice was tremulous as she blatantly looked at Jimin's arms and chest.

"Thank you," his eyes narrowed as he held up the stack of rectangular drawers his neighbor handed him. "I'll definitely have something by Cronenberg or Kubrick for you next week."

Cosette blushed aggressively. "Dad says Kubrick is just an excuse to watch women being-"

Her words stuck in her throat as Jimin's dark pupils sat on her features, lips slightly parted.

"It's sex, Cosette." Jimin exhaled, leaving the VHS on a table. "Nothing is going to happen to you if you see it, much less if you say it." His hand went to the girl's shoulder, her fingers curling around themselves anxiously.

"Yes, obviously. I know that. " The girl looked down, letting silence cover time. "Do you think I can help you with cleaning your collection this week?"

Jimin smiled sweetly and denied. This was Cosette's way of wanting to interfere in his life or maybe she thought something would happen if she stood in the middle of his living room and closed the door. What a poor fool, she really made him feel sorry for her. That's why he tried to find a healthier and legal connection.

Jimin lent him five movies to watch from Monday to Friday. They all had a theme: Italian horror, neosurrealism, buddy films, western, romance…

She watched them all religiously. Sometimes she even took advantage and went to the cinema to watch it even when she had the same movie at her house. Just to see Jimin.

"Sorry, darling. I already finished doing that this morning."

"Oh, I understand." Cosette nodded stupidly quickly, taking a step back. "It's okay, Mr. Park."

"See you on Monday."

Colette did not respond, raising a hand as she turned her face away to get away as quickly as possible from the shame that consumed her. A small mocking laugh appeared on Jimin's lips and he took out his hidden arm from behind the door, revealing the disintegrating cigarette.

His heart dropped to his stomach when his eyes flicked to your porch and there you were, in the same position as him. Cigarette hanging from your lips, your damp hair combed back and eyeliner singed into your dark circles.

Not at all a mother from Montenegro, not a daughter, not even the whores that the divorced men brought in looked as broken and disoriented as you. Jimin’s heart pounded when your eyes never left his as you took a drag. Smoke billowing out of your nose. You didn't smile or extend your hand to say hello like a good neighbor, instead, you looked at Jimin suspiciously, closing the door seconds later.

Jimin raised his eyebrow. What had he done? Worried, he closed the door quickly, head resting on the wood. He cursed Cosette under his breath as he walked to the phone in the kitchen.

"Hoseok?"

"Don't tell me. Marcus' little girl."

"I get a headache every time I hear her babbling."

"Don't be so cruel, she admires you a lot."

Jimin closed his eyes, your gaze had hurt his fragile ego, and he had to know why you were so hostile between two and a half puffs of your cigarette.

That week was about to be lethargy, hell, Dante's tenth circle.

Day 1

Movie in theaters: Ghostbusters The curtains are still closed, I can see your silhouette at night, and the lights you use are dim. Halogen, you like calm environments, corners covered in soft shadows. You play music from the moment you get home from work, 5:15 without fail; you usually leave it on when you leave again. Every day, you come back with a paper bag, I assume with groceries. 5.45. You are wearing a leotard in one of those colors that Cosette likes so much. Perky titties bouncing while you take down the porch stairs;; couldn't help but take some pictures. You exercise until 6:40, then, ironically, smoke a cigarette or two in the yard. Smiling at people while pearls of sweat dribble down to your cleavage. Zuri is the first one of the committee to see you and waves her hand with curiosity. You two talk for a little. I'm here wishing I could read lips, but even with a thorough education, yours will need a whole degree only for me to concentrate on not kissing them. I go to sleep at 11:30, one glass of whiskey and half a joint I stole from Marcus months ago. I dream of eating you out through a small cut in your leotard, sweat dripping down your body to mine. You whimper, but I can't hear you.

Day 2

Movie in theaters: Friday The 13th: Part IV At 6:25 in the morning, I wake up to the sound of your heels going down the stairs to get to your car. I can't get up fast enough to see what you're wearing for me today. You accelerate quickly, you don't care if you wake up the neighbors. You don't come back all day. After work, I watch one of my films on TV until I fall asleep, Birdie's laughter drowns out my curiosity as I doze. 5:15, you're not home from work. Maybe you went out of state, considering how you dress, you seem like a busy woman. I thought about the clicking heels and imagined your foot stepping on my erection. I go outside to calm my thoughts. One thing led to another, and without knowing it I find myself in your backyard. You're not stupid, all the doors and windows are closed; curtains included. But you don't know who I am still, what I need about you.

Day 3

Movie in theaters: The Evil That Men Do 4:55. I'm at the Millers' house, they've invited me to check out their new screen and sound system. Watching a movie with them, but due to August Miller's silent decision, we ended up at the outside bar, drunk on mojitos and pina coladas that Lou Miller learned to make with a cassette he bought at the supermarket. The cocktails are very sugary, but they help clear my head. I find myself sitting steps away from Mr. Miller. I tell him I'm writing notes for a new review in the newspaper, but all I can think about is your absence all day. There is no news from you, and I am afraid that you have decided to leave the house. I don't understand, the house is adorable. Too big for one person, but the Jiménez filled it with pets and children in less than two years. It has off-white floors and large windows to let in the light. A huge patio and pool so you can indulge in leisure activities such as gardening and nudism. 00:13, you appear with your car lights off and your arms down. You carry the same paper bag in your hands, and I accidentally smile when I have your presence. I knew having a garden in your yard would convince you to come back.

Day 4

Movie in theaters: Footloose Something that my drunken brain from yesterday had forgotten to write down, that was overlooked, or that the mojitos simply erased from my memory. I managed to open a window in your backyard. Around 6, Lou Miller, in her forties, was no longer the same when drinking and it seemed she had forgotten because getting out of the pool she vomited every cocktail and every appetizer she had made for her husband and for me. Mr. Miller, due to his age and lack of exercise, had to leave the task of helping his wife up to the room to me. There, lying on the bed like some kind of rag doll passed out and with her vomit leaving a trace in her mouth, I thought of you. Maybe because this wasn't the first time a drunk and unconscious woman was in front of me or because she simply couldn't think of anything else. I went downstairs and said goodbye as decently as I could in my tipsy state. How strange it was to be drunk in the middle of a sunset. The days seem long and with you absent, God knows I need to at least get something that reminds me of you. You made things so difficult for me but I appreciated the detail, seriously. It's been a while since I enjoyed taking out my tools to open doors. People in Montenegro take security so lightly that I don't know how there hasn't been a massive burglary in every house. My arms wobbled and my cheeks burned. Half an hour later, I could hear the click that took me to your kitchen. I didn't do anything else, things had to go little by little between us, and I was willing to take it slowly for you. You're worth it.

Day 5

The night passed me like a breeze, it hit me like a stone on my temples. The nauseating taste of alcohol and sugar on my palate. Surely my face was swollen and that wouldn't help my next plan. The mirror showed me dark circles and short red marks on my ribs and chest. Going over your fences left me like shit. I put on some sunglasses and walked to my garden, I had been negligent with my roses and grass since your arrival. I had to make a good impression, and that was the first thing you saw of me. And this is where my conversion to religion begins. The first thing I hear is those low heels, the red ones you wore the first day, then Poison by Dior collided on my sensitive, hungover nose. That aroma was so familiar, maybe Zuri or maybe on Marcus's ex's boudoir. The conversation was like out of nowhere passing through the thin fresh humidity of a cloud, I remember nothing but the white and the voice of a seraphic being speaking to me.

"Don't you think it's pretty cloudy?" It was the first thing you let out of your angelic lips. Jimin closed his eyes and let a small shy smile appear as he turned around.

You had your hair back, revealing your entire face while you squeezed your eyes shut looking at the sky. A steaming mug in hand, a floral dress that almost reached your knees.

"Good mor-"

"For sunglasses, I mean." You interrupted, bringing the cup to your mouth. Chocolate, he smelled. You weren't one to drink coffee in the morning, noted.

"I try not to let my neighbors understand how hungover I am this morning."

You weren't one of the shy ones, he knew it from the moment you looked at him talking to Cosette and he loved that. You weren't wearing a ring either, noted.

You laughed at your neighbor's confession, Park's chest widened as he inhaled the sweet melody of your laughter. What if he confessed more things to you and you ended up fucking your hungover neighbor in the garage?

"Park," he raised his hand, and you raised yours squeezing lazily while still looking at him. "Jimin Park, I'm the president of the neighborhood committee, I also write reviews for The Hours."

"Good representation of what awaits me on Saturday."

Jimin raised his eyebrow at him. He was supposed to be the one inviting you, he would come to your door with good wine and his expensive perfume on to ask you to crash a party a couple of doors down, something "impromptu."

"Ah yes, that." Park licked his lips turning off the sprinkler.

“Aren’t you going?” Was that disappointment in your voice? Oh, honey...

"It wouldn't be a party without me"

"I see that." You pointed to his glasses again. The third joke about his hangover, you were nervous.

You just looked for an excuse to see him closer, and he had to respect your courage, it would have taken him a few more weeks, and after that, he ended things quickly after convincing his... how to put it? Muse? To leave it as it is.

"Well, I have to go, Park, but it was a pleasure. See you Saturday night."

"At the Jung's house, at 8."

You smirked, your eyes taking one more scan of the boy's body before turning around and walking to your car. Your hips moved soft and firm with each step, you worked for it and he appreciated it.

Continuation of Jimin's diary. Day 5: Page crumpled and torn from the small notebook. Attached with adhesive tape.

Yes, yes, yes. I know I should have waited at least half an hour for you to leave the area to go to the back door, but seeing you up close, smelling you, and hearing your voice. They were simply the last stop on my patience. I was walking through the small forest behind your house, the path was muddy under my boots and the sky threatened to break into thick drops. I prayed that it was true so that it would cover up the evidence of yesterday and today. I opened the door again with ease and entered your kitchen, closing the door softly. You still had things in boxes and my hands were tingling to open them, but I'm smarter than that. I didn't waste time and went up to your room. I came for something, then when you invite me to dinner or watch a movie I can have the pleasure of admiring your home. I looked in the drawers, under the bed, and in the closet. Here is the list of things I took that I know you would only assume were lost in the move: a red lipstick from the Besame brand, some used black panties with a small bow in the center, a white photo of you and black, a key that I found under a chest full of rings. I have no reason to take a key without knowing what it is for, but the ribbon covered in river pearls from which it hung was so delicate that I smiled thinking of you decorating something so simple. Now, I write these pages because I have arrived safely at my desk, with all things in hand. But I must say that you gave me a tremendous scare when you arrived at the house without the vehicle. I heard banging downstairs, and the hissing of keys. Luckily I was able to escape out the window that looked right into the pine trees behind the neighborhood. I spent another hour walking around the steep path, admiring how the thick, century-old trunks swallowed me up. As I predicted, the sky turned black. The last rains of September cleaned everything I left behind. I put my hands inside my pocket and took out the panties that I had wrapped delicately. I opened them like a letter as the rain soaked my body and the fabric in my hands further. I brought its center to my face and inhaled deeply, letting my back fall onto a log. Pungent and strong was your taste, I gripped the material in my teeth as I desperately undid my pants. It's the first time I've tasted you and I couldn't contain myself for long, the rain drowning out my moans as whitish streams fell on the wet earth.

There is no collection from day 6, a simple crumpled sheet, previously wet with an unidentified liquid (among the possibilities tears, stolen perfume, human remains), marked with a lipstick that Jimin wrote with hearts in the 'i's.

If there was something that surprised Jimin every time, it was the way Nancy could prepare a party in such a short time. Her backyard became a show under incandescent light bulbs and freshly cut grass.

Jimin stepped on the silage with guilt because of how perfect it was. He looked at his white suede shoes, removing a leaf that settled on them. He wanted to be impeccable. He had cut his hair past his ears and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt tight on his arms and chest with the words: 'LOVE 1984' by Yves Saint Laurent. His biceps were something to talk about and Nancy didn't let it go unnoticed.

"Is there anyone special coming today, Park?" Her honeyed and soft voice approached Jimin, offering him the first cocktail of the night. Unlike Mrs. Miller's, Nancy's coconut mojitos were the best.

"I don't know, that's the wonderful thing about your parties. The last one the Bee Gees didn't come through that door because Jung wouldn't let you pay for it." They both laughed.

"Well, I wouldn't say the Bee Gees." She thought about it, maybe he would bring them next summer. "Cher, I love Cher. I know a friend from college who has her number."

"For God's sake, Nan."

Jimin smiled again, looking at Nancy's profile: her face was as delicate as her voice. Her hooked nose curved gently and her lips pursed, seeing what else he could arrange before the others arrived. Her hand unconsciously caresses her visibly bulging stomach.

"Do you know what it is?"

Nancy's eyes sparkled at the mention of her fetus. She denied it.

"Zuri is planning to hold a small celebration for me to tell me my gender in a few days."

"Ah, another party. This is where Sonny and Cher show up to say she's a girl."

Hoseok came out wearing an apron that blatantly said 'Kiss the Cook' and a pile of bloody, seasoned meats on a plate. The grill in front of him waved a nice heat as the first piece sizzled.

"You know I can't live without a good celebration." Nancy stepped back, gravitating away from the heat of the fire. "I'm going to see if I can help Lucy with the canapes."

Nancy turned around smiling an apology at Jimin who reciprocated. Without wasting time, he pulled a Marlboro out of his jeans and approached Hoseok, enjoying the warmth that covered his torso. Hoseok held a piece of bright red charcoal and brought it close to his partner's cigarette until he lit it.

"She did it again, the patio is beautiful."

"You know my Nana just needed a good excuse." Hoseok smiled, holding up the cigarette to take a drag. "Ever since I mentioned there was a new single woman in the neighborhood, they went crazy."

"Have you seen her yet?" He was somewhat suspicious that Hoseok had beaten him to invite her to his barbecue. Make no mistake, the party was the Jungs', but the purpose of the party was so that Jimin could meet you. The plan didn't work unless Jimin said it was going to happen, Hoseok was part of them but only as a proxy.

Luckily for Jimin, Hoseok shook his head in disappointment, looking at the grill.

"I heard she looked like a slut waiting to get paid for a blowjob on the sidewalk in a yellow leotard."

"Pink." Jimin interrupted, irritated by the words, sipping the mojito until he finished it. "Who told you that? Zuri?"

The day Jimin saw them talking, Zuri was wearing a friendly smile and you two had a small conversation.

"No, of course not. Zuri just said that she came home from the gym and the others-"

"Maeve," Jimin mumbled, setting the glass aside.

Hoseok smiled. "You know this happens to everyone who arrives, it happened to me and Nancy, to Marcus, to the Espositos for being Catholic in a place like Montenegro."

Christopher Esposito was a father at St. Eliam's Chapel, a small white building where few in the neighborhood went. It was California and people only believed in themselves. But, of course, Nancy had to invite them. Well, religion is not religion at the end of the day, but status.

Coming back to you.

"She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. But not beautiful in the aesthetic sense, there is something about her eyes."

Like you know something Jimin doesn't.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows at him flipping the cuts.

"Fuck, she has you in the palm of her hand."

Jimin denied listening to the commotion coming in and talking inside the house. "Tonight I will be the one who will have it in mine."

There you were, in a black high-necked dress and black boots. You smiled at everyone and shook your hand.

For a second, when Jimin brought his cigarette to his lips, you looked at him. He to you. Both smiled before each one went back to his work.

Let the show begin.

Glasses slowly piled up on the wooden table that Nancy had impeccably decorated about four hours ago, plates with bones and half-eaten vegetables.

The music was loud but the voices shouting stories from the past about alcoholism and deranged adolescence were even louder.

Jimin was sitting next to the unlit grill, the subtle smell of burning charcoal and meat had him nauseous. He brought his knuckles to his lower lip as he watched you talking to Hoseok and Nancy, an impeccable smile on your lips, you looked like a little angel; anyone would steal you from that place.

Several of the husbands had taken a glance or two at your legs and swallowed your flirtatious, drunken laughter. You only drank wine and the tinted mark of alcohol covered your lips. So kissable and unattainable.

Hoseok had already taken a look at your hands, they were one of his favorite features. Luckily for him, your hands were decorated with rings and varnish the color of the wine you drank.

Nancy laughed at a joke you said, you blinked slowly looking at the woman in front of you with the concentration that only being drunk gives you. Hoseok looked back and nodded at Jimin. It was time.

"Could you get our guest another glass of wine, love?" Hoseok took your glass and Nancy nodded still laughing at the story you told her about your childhood.

Hoseok placed a hand on your back guiding you through the people. You let him, who knew that a couple of drinks could give you so much fluidity?

Still, you felt this tickling in your neck since you arrived.

"Are you enjoying the party?" Hoseok was one of those men that you watched your friend marry and sometimes you wished you had that kind of stability. Nice, he made you laugh, he protected you.

You nodded to the question.

"I'll introduce you to a few committee members, they're excited to meet you."

They both made way for a blonde woman with eyes so blue that you couldn't stop looking at them throughout the conversation, the green shadow on her eyelids was so singed that it looked like a healing bruise.

"This is Maeve."

"Oh, dear, welcome." Her body felt tense in the hug she offered you.

When she let you go, she once again engineered that smile that seemed to hurt her to extend. You looked where her gaze was guided: two children dressed alike were running around near the pool.

"Come back here." She murmured, pointing to the area where the other children were.

"Maeve is in charge of children's events and birthdays. She is an artist."

"Oh, Hoseok, please." Maeve rolled her eyes at her enjoying the compliment. "Why didn't you bring your children, dear?"

"I don't have any, work won't let me." You smiled. Maeve raised her eyebrows.

"And your husband, he also works a lot? He should have at least stopped by to say hello-"

"There is no husband either."

Hoseok licked his lips enjoying the shock on Maeve's face.

"Oh okay." She laughed softly, fixing his pearl necklace. "I mean, things aren't like they used to be." Maeve sought support from Hoseok. You also looked at the man next to you who almost choked in his drink.

"America," Hoseok explained, taking a swig of brandy that made his nose wrinkle.

"God, yes. It's like it doesn't belong to the man anymore." You laughed hard, you didn't know where so much energy came from but you were static, you could feel every look and every touch.

Every look.

"California has become Sodom in just ten years."

"Oh, there's Zuri and Charlie!"

Hoseok grabbed your arm and dragged you away from Maeve's quips. Two women were sitting near the pool, the black woman fixed her glasses and continued the conversation. Her hands were intertwined with the brunette's in front of her. You didn't want to interrupt but Hoseok didn't give you time.

"This is Zuri and Charlie Munson."

The hairs on the back of your neck perked up as you heard another voice behind you. You couldn't tilt your head because the two women stopped to shake your hand. He was just who you wanted to see.

"You came," you mumbled to Jimin as you squeezed the taller girl's hand. She was beautiful.

"Charlie, this is our new neighbor." Jimin placed both hands on your shoulders, massaging discreetly. You were breathing hard as you tried to hide a smile. The pads of his fingers hit the tense spots.

Charlie was tall, the square glasses covering half of her face. Seeing Jimin, her calm expression soured. You gave her your hand and smiled at Zuri who stood behind her like a little girl.

"Charlie's a lawyer, in case you one day end up getting a DUI like me." Jimin laughed, you didn't know if it was a joke. If you saw Zuri's reaction, yes. If you saw Charlie's, well he had simply said that he ran over a child or something.

"Zuri is-"

"I already met Zuri on one of my outings to my patio."

"Oh perfect." You smelled divine and the brandy was starting to feel like the plan could go well without the help...no, in fact, without Jung's presence.

"I work for Martines & Sons," Charlie spoke again.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise still with Charlie's hand in yours.

"Martines & Sons, you're not just any lawyer then. I know one of the sons, David has told me a lot about you." You responded. Charlie smiled proudly, fixing her glasses. Was that blush Jimin saw on Charlotte Munson's cheekbones? Oh, you were a top whore, you flirted with Charlie in front of her own wife and poor Zuri didn't notice.

You and Charlie lasted a short silence smiling at each other.

"Zuri is a piano teacher." his wife stammered, letting the woman with the long, poorly dyed hair shake your hand. She wore necklaces of different colors and a ring that almost covered her index finger with a purple stone. "She graduated from Stanford."

Barely, Jimin told himself.

Before they can continue the conversation, Maeve calls out to the two women. Perfect.

The music was loud enough for Jimin to have the excuse of brushing your ear with his swollen lips from biting them so much.

"That's Marcus," he murmured, letting the warmth of his breath caress your lobe. You closed your hands into a fist, wetness pooling instantly inside your silk underwear.

Marcus was like a Jesus if he had become a writer. His hairy knuckles held a cigarette about to burn his skin, he didn't talk to anyone but instead admired the water of the pool in silence.

“That's his daughter, Cosette,” Jimin's palm guided your hip to the kitchen window. You were so drunk that Jimin didn't have to do much to make your physiognomy move, like wet clay between his calloused fingers.

"Victor Hugo fan?"

"Don't even try to do it, he'll spend hours talking to you about Les Misérables." They both laughed in a drunken stupor. Like two boys gossiping.

Cosette was wearing a plaid skirt and blue eyeshadow. To attract attention this time she had put on red lipstick.

Seeing Jimin, she raised her hand and smiled, revealing her silver braces.

No, she was too shy to greet Jimin like that.

You greeted her with both hands so he could see you better in the darkness on that side.

"Ah, you know her."

"Yes, I almost crashed into the poor thing at midnight when she was running away from her house." Monday the 17th, you arrived at 12:13 that night. Anyway, it wasn't logical for you to be out at midnight.

"I didn't consider her one of those who ran away at night."

"Sometimes it can get lonely, doesn't it?" You both looked at each other at the same time, your cold knuckles pinching your lips.

Hoseok was nowhere to be found and Jimin's cock was already starting to hurt under those tight jeans.

Fuck it.

"You don't need to go to be with little Cosette to feel accompanied." Jimin rolled his eyes, the iridescence of the water reflecting on his face and you felt the wine line your blood. The tickling behind your neck subsided and you could only think about those high, rosy cheekbones that you wanted to nibble on ever since you saw them.

"I don't feel alone now."

"And in your house?"

You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Surprisingly, at home, I feel like I have someone else. In the hallways behind me, behind the curtain when I shower, in the corner of my bed when I go to sleep."

A cheeky smile spread across your face, Jimin swallowed, pulling out a cigarette.

"Ghosts," he rolled his eyes playfully. "The worst plague."

You stole the cigarette from Jimin's hands and lit it with the lighter you had inside your left boot.

"What do you say, Park? Do you have ghosts in your hallways while you go to pour your coffee?"

If you only knew, love.

"Unlike you, no one loves me enough to haunt me even in my dreams."

Your eyes fell after two drags, on the third you stopped at your chest and held the cheeks of the boy next to you, your crimson nails squeezing gently letting Jimin's lips bulge allowing you to pass the cold smoke to his lips.

"Hmm," Jimin groaned, letting the air come out of his nose in frustration. He closed his eyes and opened them gently until he looked at your pupils dilated and determined for the next step.

This is the first time Jimin has asked the question instead of Hoseok, who from his mouth didn't sound so creepy. But the unfortunate man was busy playing a game of poker with the other parents. Now that little Jung came to the family, Jimin, and his hobbies were something that Hoseok apparently wanted to put behind him, he wanted to become a suburban father.

"Have you ever been recorded...um-" Jimin swallowed hard, moving closer to hide in the shadows of the night. "Doing it?"

You tilted your head back to look at Jimin again, he wasn't playing around. You lifted the corners of your lips, a husky laugh on your part.

“You fucking freak” You scoffed.

"I can show you my films if you want to."

"Yeah, sure-" you huffed, taking a step back.

"Pick one." Jimin took your arm, the look in his eyes was daring. "Pick someone here. Anyone."

Your gaze rolled around the party until it stopped at the sweet Maeve who was singing karaoke next to her husband, a martini in her hands. Surprisingly, Maeve was a crowd favorite.

Jimin smiled evilly. "Do you want to know if Mrs. Johnson enjoys being recorded?"

No, you wrinkled your nose.

Your eyes softened at the thought of Jimin arranging the camera to focus on Maeve's cobalt eyes, curiosity flowing faster than alcohol.

"I thought so." Jimin offered you his hand and surprisingly, yours landed on his before he could say no. "Be like the one she's had too much to drink, we need an excuse to get out of here."

In the end, Jimin was right. The only thing he needed to get you into his bed was a little alcohol and a little bit of you.

Jimin's house had so few lights that when you entered it took you a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. The lamps illuminated the corners, the pieces of newspapers with his reviews on the living room wall, his photo on several of them.

Leaving the party wasn't as difficult as they both thought because everyone was so drunk that they didn't even notice his absence, even Hoseok who was winning his useless poker game.

Now you were with your legs crossed on the leather furniture, your boot clattered on the floor waiting for Jimin who was in the hallway, he had put on reading glasses that made him look older than he was but you loved thinking about that little girl. fantasy that he was about to give you a class.

Jimin muttered the letter M over and over again until he found Maeve between Mad Max and The Magnificent Seven. Handwritten with a green marker it said: Maeve: June 3rd, After the Twins' Birthday.

"Here it is." A nostalgic smile appeared on Jimin's face. You followed his steps with your eyes until you reached the small VCR in front of the television.

"It bothers you?" You took a joint out of your purse, but Jimin denied it, crawling to the furniture and positioning himself between your legs, his glasses reflecting a certain emotion that you couldn't decipher. But he looked comfortable, happy to be able to present one of his works, his hand caressing your thigh while he lit the joint.

"On the contrary, I believe that substance use enriches the experience." Now it was Jimin's turn to take your breath into his, but his hand was rough and he clenched your jaw to get you off. You didn't complain, that's how you liked it. "Speaking of substances, brandy?"

“Please,” you coughed, your eyes stinging. You looked around the room as he stood.

Jimin went to the open kitchen that joined the living room, his gaze and body were already adapted to the blackness of the apartment. There was only the light from the television and a small lamp at the end of the hallway that led to his study.

"Are you going to explain to me how you got frigid Maeve Johnson to let you do this or..."

"Of course, I just let Hoseok do the hard work of casting and convincing."

"Hoseok? Your neighbor Hoseok?"

"Yeah, he's like my producer if you want to call it that." The coppery liquid settled in the glasses, leaving a pleasant woody smell in the air.

"And what do you gain from that?"

Jimin turned around and looked at you impatiently.

"Have a drink before you start, it will surely be strong for you."

"You don't know me, Park." You responded, sitting closer to him to take the glass he offered you, a small drink.

It was enough.

Your swollen and tinted lips closed with his in a tender and passive kiss, Jimin breathed deeply without closing his eyes. He placed both glasses on the table without taking off his eyes of the screen and put his hands on your waist. The tips of his fingers touched your curves above the silk of his dress, turning from a caress to a rapture.

"Mphmf" You took off laughing a little, the weed had you smiling and Jimin loved that. He loved it when his girls started laughing sheepishly at their own fantasies.

"Shall we begin?" Jimin held the controller in his hands and pressed the button.

Hoseok is the first image you make out on the screen, his lips pursed as he fixes the camera.

"You're sure?" Could be heard behind the sudden movements of the camera.

"Mhm, it's just something I like to keep in case I want to see your face moaning my name again."

Hoseok takes off just as Maeve blushes and rolls her eyes at him. His movements were light, and his shoulders didn't seem as tense as those of the woman at the party.

"Is she on drugs?" Asked.

"No, she only drank two glasses of wine before starting. The three of us were a little tipsy."

A pale figure approaches Maeve and removes the low tail she has, surprisingly, this makes the woman relax even more. Seeing the hands massaging her shoulders you realize it's Jimin.

"Is she ready yet?" she murmured.

"The only thing missing is the boom," Hoseok responded by teasing Maeve about her beauty.

"Quickly, I can't wait any longer." Jimin laughed flirtatiously, approaching Maeve's neck to leave a couple of chaste kisses. Johnson closed her eyes.

"Almost there," Hoseok complained before the sound changed from a crisp sound to a sleeker one. Now you could hear Jimin's lips smack.

"Action," Maeve laughed and the two boys laughed at her. Hoseok was no longer in front of the screen. But you could hear the dragging of a chair and a belt being removed. Voyeurism, interesting.

What happens next is just what you thought, but you still couldn't stop watching Maeve being completely devoured by a man who was, surely, her first experience fucking her and having her be the center of attention.

The camera focused on her and her alone. But you couldn't stop watching Jimin in the corners, he was a damn artist with his body. He was not the protagonist but without him, there was no dance.

Hoseok was breathing hard behind the camera throughout the entire movie.

When Maeve was sweating and panting on the furniture right where you were sitting, the screen went black.

You looked at Jimin, his mouth resting on his knuckles. The light from the static emitted a pale light on his body, you could see how seriously he had taken the film, he had only moved to take a couple of sips of brandy without taking his eyes off the screen.

"What do you think about it?"

There were no words that could describe the feeling Jimin had when he heard the three words that left your lips.

"I want one." You had a feline smile. Jimin knew you were sick, but you looked like you had fallen from the sky that summer afternoon.

Park's head shook, nodding quickly.

As he stood up from the furniture, he felt as if his body was going to lean forward, perhaps he had drunk too much brandy.

"Woah, are you okay?" You held his arm, but he nodded instantly.

"Yes, sorry is the excitement." He laughed walking down the hallway, each step echoing off the walls of his brain. Something was wrong, but he couldn't stop now. He had to look for his camera.

He searched for the keys in his pocket until he found the key to the study, turned on the lights, and looked for a tool in the corner of the room. Upon entering the studio, it surprised you how many plants, lamps, and furniture of different sizes and shapes there were.

Maeve had surely been something improvised, but now Jimin and Hoseok had vast resources to create something first-class.

"You can take a seat wherever you like, I'll take care of the rest." The man stammered, putting the batteries in the camera.

"What camera is it?"

"It's a Sony BetaMovie, I love how the colors look in the image." He swallowed hard because when he got up, the room seemed to spin. "Shit."

"Come, I'll help you. Take a seat." Your voice guided Jimin to a white piece of furniture near a window. Your hands brushed the hair from his forehead and he smiled. You really were everything he needed.

"I'll put the cassette on while you rest. You hit the joint too fast." You laughed before placing a sweet kiss on his lips, Jimin's cock throbbed as he felt the softness and heat emanating from your body.

“Quick,” he whispered, watching you put the device on the tripod.

His eyebrows rose at how quickly you set up the camera and sound. Even better than Hoseok, he dared to say.

Where was Hoseok?

Jimin's heart started to beat fast as you let your ass fall into his lap, a hiss coming from him as he put both of his hands behind his head. Your hips began to move back and forth, and the fabric of his jeans rubbed roughly against his cock.

"Fuck." He mumbled, looking up, lips parted into an oval. The room stopped moving when you started playing with his hair. "You're s-so fucking cute. I like you so much, I-I don't want to share you w-with that bastard Hoseok."

You laughed at his babbling. He was so excited that if you touched his cock he was sure to cum in seconds. You flattened your tongue against his jugular and felt the growl he made.

"You're so fucking cruel. C'mon, take my fucking cock out."

"Do it yourself, you lazy fuck." You whispered, leaving a hickey on his collarbone.

Jimin obeyed as fast as his clumsy hands could, he didn't know what was happening to him but he didn't care. Maybe what he smoked wasn't weed but if you were in the same state, things were fine.

Everything was perfect.

"Take that fucking dress off. God, I wish you had that pink leotard on."

With both hands on the edges of the dress, you lifted it until your naked body was visible.

"You're breathtaking, baby."

"I know." You kissed him with so much hunger that the taste of blood began appearing between your tongues, but none of you knew whose. You raised your legs to remove the wet panty, you held Jimin's cock in your entrance, and your fingers felt the veins that were pulsing frantically. "Don't you dare cum without me"

"Just ride me, baby, please. I feel like I will die if you don't." He sounded desperate, on the verge of crying. "Nice and slow, let the camera see how good you can take it." Jimin gasped with every inch you let into your tight pussy. Both hands went to his mouth muffling his moans when you sat straight up on his cock, leaving nothing out.

You bit your lower lip in a smile, you pulled him closer to your body and he buried his face in your neck. Right where you wanted it.

"I know you have my key." You whispered.

Jimin pressed his fingers on your hip to make you stop. Fuck.

"What are you-?" The air was forced from Jimin's lungs as his rib bent in pain. The warmth of his blood damaged the new T-shirt.

You had stabbed him, he didn't know what it was but he could feel the thin edge moving menacingly inside him. A guttural sound came from him as you rotated the handle of the knife.

"You were the one who entered my house."

Jimin laughed, the lightness that losing blood caused him ecstasy.

"I didn't tell you to stop moving, you slut," he growled in your ear, your pussy clenched around him, he noticed and smiled even more. You were so done with him. You grabbed a fistful of hair from his head to get a better look at him.

He was a fucking liar, you told yourself as you held his head, his eyelids fluttering with the errant movement of your hips. If you had drunk the brandy that he offered you, you would be in that state, the same one that Maeve was in, the same one that everyone on every cassette in the hallway was surely in.

"Where is the key?"

Jimin couldn't stop smiling, he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer to leave wet kisses on your lips. His tongue playing with yours. A fight of teeth and saliva.

"What do you need it for"

"It's not your damn problem."

"Then I don't have the key."

You were sick of his games, you bit his bottom lip so hard it bled. That along with a sit on his cock made him so sensitive.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK." He hissed on your chest, he did not know if it was for pleasure or because you were taking out the blade from his body. Thick, white cum pouring down your legs.

"Okay, then. I'll just do it myself."

The last thing Jimin remembers is your head smashing his to unconsciousness. Bliss, pure heaven after the torture of having to love and deal with you.

He was fucked.

And here was Jimin, his eyes were like two black bullets pointing in your direction.

And there you were, helping Nancy arrange the gifts on the Baby Shower table. You dressed so casually and sweetly. You smiled as if nothing had happened.

Jimin inhaled sharply and felt his rib sting under the gauze protecting the wound. By luck, or rather experience, you didn't hit a vital organ. Which to him is surprising.

"This is what you get for not telling me to go with you," Hoseok served Jimin the punch filled with cubes of fruit, it was too sweet but since it was Maeve's party it had to be kid-friendly.

Hoseok didn't know about your act, he only knows that there is a tape of what happened, and what hurts Jimin the most is that he doesn't even have it. You took him away, you left his house in a mess looking for the key, and all the tapes scattered on the floor. It took full days to fix them.

"Now you're dedicated to being a full-time dad."

"Sorry, I have to do my job."

Jimin looked up at his partner, he wanted to tell him to go to hell, to him and to everyone else. But Park Jimin was always a sweet, calm, and helpful neighbor. Today he gave the excuse of having a migraine so he could sit and be quiet, so he could see you through his sunglasses.

"Did you at least fuck her?"

Jimin looked at his empty glass, a small smile threatening to tug at his corners.

"It's the best work I've done so far." He responded after a long silence.

"Fuck, man," Hoseok complained, thinking of all the possibilities.

"I can't take this anymore, I'm going outside for a cigarette."

"Don't stay too long, we almost announce the gender."

What a weird fucking sentence, Jimin thought taking, his pack out of his pockets.

"Care to share one?" You said and Jimin's body hair rose like static.

You wore sunglasses just like him, and you carried two glasses of rum and soda.

"You can take that fucking drink and choke with it."

“Mm,” you smiled. "Someone is not in a good mood."

"Do you know I can sue you for what you did?"

You laughed heartily covering your lips, Park's stomach altered. Of course, he couldn't, you already knew about his deepest secret, and you had the evidence. God knows Jimin was in your hands and you didn't need much to close it and crush him.

"Where's the tape?"

"Where's my key?"

"I don't have your fucking key."

"Then you can forget about your tape, sweetheart." You mumbled under your breath before stealing the cigarette from him. Jimin's hand turned into a fist.

You walked languidly down the sidewalk, Jimin following slowly behind you. You knew.

When they arrived at the house they both stayed at the entrance door. Your hands are arranged behind your back.

"Open the door."

"I thought you were going to come in through the window like you did before."

"ENOUGH!" Park shouted, scaring you, luckily there was no one around. "This is not a game."

"It is."

"No, it's not. You came to ruin my life."

"And you don't help solve it."

"The only way this problem will be solved is if you get out of Montenegro."

"Or if one of us ends up dead."

Jimin frowned, and you smiled. You were playing again. What a fucking tease.

Before the staring game continued, a noise inside the house caught both of your attention. To Jimin's surprise, it seemed like you didn't know what the noise was either.

No, quite the opposite.

"What's that?"

“Fuck,” you muttered before pulling out your keys and opening the door as quickly as possible. "Do not enter." You were frantic, scared. Jimin did the complete opposite.

"I told you not to come in,"

"Please help."

"Jimin Park, if you want to stay alive I swear-"

The man pushed you aside to follow the trail of blood that ran from the basement door to the living room and kitchen. When he got to the door, there was a woman tied up trying to open the door with a knife. Her hands were tied with gray tape, she was wearing dirty work clothes and she smelled horrible.

When the girl saw Jimin she became alert and she went to him on her knees, hands above her so that he could help.

"JI-" you swallowed hard, entering the kitchen. "No."

"Shh. I'll take care of it."

In the blink of an eye, Jimin's gaze changed to that of a monster. The woman noticed, got up on her weak legs, and ran through the kitchen to the stairs where she stumbled so hard that her knees couldn't take it anymore.

"No Please!" the woman screamed into Jimin's hand muffling her cries, Jimin's free arm chaining itself to her weak neck squeezing tightly. She moved like a fish out of water for a few seconds until only small spasms remained.

"Shh, I have a migraine. God."

You watched from the start of the stairs, your body trembling and your heart beating in your esophagus about to vomit it up. When he turned to see you there was a smile on his face, red with effort.

This was the card Jimin needed to match.

"The time I came into your house, you weren't the one making all that noise." He gasped, releasing the lifeless body from his arm.

"I do not know what are you talking about." You stuttered, taking a couple of steps back.

Knock, knock.

If you could, your racing heart would have already been on the ground.

"Hello, are you there? Nancy wants you to be there for the reveal."

Zuri's voice chilled your blood. You looked at Jimin and then at the body on the stairs.

Jimin trapped you between the door and his body, you looked up into his eyes.

"Let me guess, my little girl doesn't know how to hide a body."

It hurt you to say it but: "Help me, please." You whispered into Jimin’s lips and didn’t have to say more.

"Be like the one who was leaving the kitchen in ten seconds, wait for the second ring."

You nodded, watching Jimin lift your victim's body until he disappeared through the basement door. You fixed your hair and your dress, and you walked around the bloody kitchen.

"Are you there?" Said Zuri again.

"Yes, one second." You walked quickly trying not to slip on the red liquid on your heels. You opened and closed the door as quickly and subtly as possible. "Sorry, work."

"Oh, no. I understand, sorry." Zuri said with the sweetest smile on her lips.

"I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Ten, of course. I'll inform the boss." She winked before walking down the sidewalk to the other row of houses.

You sighed before walking back into the mess, Jimin was standing with his shoulder covered in someone else's blood, hair fluttering, and cheeks flushed from the effort.

Your angel.

"There's blood on you... everywhere," your voice trembled.

"What an insightful observation, darling." He laughed, cleaning his hands with his jeans.

When you both saw each other, there was something undeniable between, and as if pulled by threads, both were attracted to each other until they collided in a kiss with arms intertwined in your bodies. Jimin knew in your arms that heaven was in the middle of chaos.

Jimin's hands traced the lines of your body until he reached the back of your thighs and lifted you so that you were chained to his waist. His rib burned with pain and he was sure the wound was opening again, but it did not matter now.

You two were even.

You gasped as you felt his hands squeeze your ass with anger.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm done with your bullshit."

Your eyelids drooped as you felt his soft lips leave kiss after kiss until your lips did not come away, the undeniable taste of weed and rum. Sweet and dangerous. His tongue entered your mouth, playing with yours, circling until he sucked it, a docile bite that made you moan.

Why did he still want you even after you stabbed him and made him ejaculate, intoxicated?

"Look at you doubting yourself." You said right in time when the silence became evident.

Jimin's blood boiled at your mockery and he led you to the furniture in your small living room. The sofa was still wrapped in plastic and the crisp sound of your body falling into the cushions excited you. A hand on your neck squeezing enough for you to open your mouth for air, the blood of your victim staining your pretty dress and skin.

Out of nowhere, Jimin took out a knife from his pocket and your hair stood on end, your pussy getting wet when he slowly ran it over your chest until he broke your bust and left your nipples exposed.

"Where's the tape?" He asked bringing the sharp tip to one of your nipples, the cold of the metal making your toes curl.

"There's no tape." You smiled biting your lip. Jimin let go of your neck to slap you so hard that he took away your smile.

"Say that again." He was fuming, his wide nose searching for air to calm himself, teeth biting the inside of his cheek.

"There. Is. No. Tape. Park. I just prepped the camera and left it off."

He didn't understand why you felt so proud when it was clear that he could push the blade through your chest, but your nipples were getting hard and saliva was pooling in his mouth.

"Why is there no tape, you fucking cunt?" His fingers squeezed your chin so you would stop watching him play with your tits.

"Because I want to be the one who has it."

Jimin frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Open that box." You pointed at the table next to the couch. It was the only box that looked used and worn. With the same knife, Jimin opened the box and felt a rush throughout his body, almost like vomiting.

A Sony BetaMovie, new in the box. His dazed and disoriented gaze went to yours.

"It arrived this morning."

"Oh, you didn't."

"I want my own film. No Hoseok, no drugs, just you. I saw you in the other ones while you were drugged and God," Your pupils shone with such grace and prayer that Jimin didn't understand.

"N-no, this is not how it works." The only thing he could do was laugh.

"But it can."

You began to kiss his fingers, one by one, giving him the necessary attention. "You just need to let me put the VHS inside and we can start."

Jimin denied it as he let his guard down. You got up and improvised a tripod out of boxes until the camera was right in the center where you could see the couch and Jimin sitting, without understanding what the hell was happening.

Having the VHS and pressing 'Rec', you turned back to Jimin. You kissed his cheeks and his neck, he moaned a few times, closing his eyes.

"In this one, you're my main star." You whispered in his ear and his cock hardened until it hurt. "Use me, please."

A growl from him.

He snatched your body from his side until he had you in his lap, your chest pressed against his knees. With the edge of the knife, he spread your legs and spat on his fingers.

"I wish I could kill you right now." He murmured entering two slender fingers inside your sopping cunt.

"I wish you would just shut up and fuck me like you hate me." You whimpered as his fingers collided with your entrance with pure blows. Your juices were making noise throughout the room, you grabbed a cushion, pressing your face into it.

Jimin didn't like that. "No, no, lift your face. Let me hear you cry." His fingers fisted into your hair as he thrust two more fingers in, the knife threatening to cut the inside of your thigh at any moment.

Your body trembled as his index and ring fingers curled into the gummy walls of your pussy.

"That's it, cum you fucking slut. Flirting with all the husbands at the party, smiling at Charlie Munson in front of her stupid fucking wife, all that with your perky tits bouncing. Showing Zuri your pretty body in that leotard."

His pinky started to play with your throbbing nub until your pee came out, making a mess out of the plastic-covered furniture. Jimin laughed without stopping until he saw you trying to crawl away from him. He took his wet hand and smeared it in your mouth, you spit out the excess watching him with drooping eyelids.

"Look at the mess you made, how dare you ruin my jeans."

A rough hand collided with your right ass cheek.

"Say you're sorry." Another one, this time the left one.

"S-sorry, sir."

The name caught his fancy. You were really hanging on his hands, you were the dirtiest whore for him, and he could play with you no matter how. You were so fucking sick and he loved it.

"Sir?" He laughed, caressing the reddened skin. "That's so cute, keep doing it." He spanked you again and again.

"Please, sir, it hurts."

"Good, now come here and make me cum until it comes out of your nose," he smirked putting you between his legs.

Your trembling and useless hands took a moment to remove Jimin's pants, revealing his defined legs that made your mouth water.

You felt the tip of the knife on your chin and you raised your head. "Take off the underwear, too."

You hurried until you found Jimin's thick cock throbbing on top of his stomach. You licked your lips unconsciously and got to work right away.

Jimin's moans were drawn out like he was going to curse and drowned it out in a grunt at the end, you loved every second of it as your tongue circled until you reached the base. The air cutting from your throat.

"Kiss it until you can taste the saltiness down your throat, angel"

"Yes, sir." You whispered, letting Jimin fuck your face, covering your ears with his hands so that you could only hear the saliva lubricating the exit and entry of Jimin's cock into your abused throat.

You closed your eyes when you felt just what he promised you. His cum enters directly into your esophagus.

His hands lifted you up in a rush, your lungs flaring for oxygen for the first time in what felt like hours.

"Open your mouth." He have demanded and you obeyed. He spit into your mouth and then closed it with his fingers. "You belong to me, slut."

"Yes, sir." Your words seemed like blurs of what you wanted to say.

Your body was arranged on the furniture with your legs on your chest and Jimin squatting on top of you. He was going to hurt you but it was going to feel so good.

Your juices lubricated your entrance and your asshole, shining with the afternoon light that was scattered through the curtains. Jimin wanted to break you so bad that he grabbed the back of your ankles and spread you even wider until your pussy revealed your dark, hot insides.

Aiming the tip of his cock he rammed you hard until you screamed, biting Jimin's arm. The blood of others staining your bodies, Jimin's wound hurt so deliciously that the stain on his tissues became bigger and bigger.

You couldn't hold it in and you dug your finger into the gauze making Jimin's eyes widen, a roar came out of him and he held your neck squeezing so hard that your face started to turn red. However, you smiled, going dumb with his dick.

Jimin's eyes threatened to go black with pleasure and pain. Your pussy felt like wet silk. It was warm and cozy. He could die fucking that tight hole until the last spurt of semen was also his last breath.

Damn succubus, that's what you were. You smiled like a demon and fucked like an angel.

The angle ended up making you cum a second time, making your walls throb.

"Oh my God, keep doing that." Jimin grabbed your body in a ball until he covered you completely with his body and fucked you with short, desperate strokes, like an animal in heat.

As he came he felt like his soul was ripped out.

"Fucking love you, love your-...I hope you get pregnant with my warm cum deep inside your stomach."

You rolled your eyes.

"Oh, honey. If this ain't the one, we can try again." You promised.

"This is the last time you'll see me," Jimin promised back.

And there it was, oh the gods must have blessed you with such a perfect smile because even though he knew he was screwed, he was still in love.

In a quick and agile movement, you were now the one holding the knife and pointing it directly at the bleeding wound.

"I have a game." You smiled slowly positioning yourself to ride him.

The cum bursting out, warm and viscous to his pelvis. Jimin kept looking at you with a tense stomach.

"Let's play Guess who accidentally gave Cosette one of his movies instead of giving her A Clockwork Orange."

No no no. No.

"No." Jimin tried to get up but you raised the knife to his throat with menacing eyes.

"Knowing Cosette, it will be the last one she watches because of the explicit themes. But you must be on time."

They both looked at the clock on the wall. It was 4:55. Cosette always started the movies after coming home from chess club.

Five minutes or it was going to be a total disaster. Chaos. Jimin had shown Cosette porn, his porn.

"Here's the solution: I give you my car key and you either leave to stop her or let the whole neighborhood know that you traumatized Marcus's poor little daughter with your sick hobby."

Park's eyes stung as two tears fell to his temples.

"If you say the first, that means you will take the key on my conditions."

And this was where Jimin knew that he had made the wrong move.

He was trapped everywhere. Checkmate.

"Fuck you," his voice trembled.

You lowered the knife disappointed, and you sighed.

"Well, if you wish."

The handle of the knife collided with Jimin's forehead letting the pain dissipate with a deep sleep.

The first thing Jimin could smell was artificial pine, then the selage of your perfume. His eyes struggled to open as the blood from his forehead had dried onto his eyelids. It was dark, it was night around him and he could only see the road along until it plunged into darkness. He doesn't remember going out anywhere, much less somewhere so barren. His neck moved little by little until he reached a small market illuminated by white and purple lights.

Jim's Stop Sign, read an old, disused sign.

A bell rang as a woman was let out, it was you.

Shit.

Jimin tried to lift his sleepy body but he was tied to the seat. His body shook with every step you took towards the car. Now that Jimin realized, it was your car.

As you got closer he realized that you were wearing Jimin's t-shirt and the bright green leotard underneath, despite the night you were wearing sunglasses.

When you opened the door, his body was twisted with tension, waiting for you to do something.

"Oh, you woke up." You turned on the dome light, the pungent smell of blood and rotting flesh suddenly filling the car until it completely drowned out the smell of pine. Park tried to vomit but stopped himself. "I see your stomach is still sensitive, you should eat something." You pointed to the paper bag full of snacks and odds and ends like glasses and hair dye.

There was a tingle on Jimin's back but he was afraid to look at the back seat. You put the keys in and sped through the quiet night. The putrid smell subsided as you opened the window for Jimin.

"We had to leave without saying goodbye to Hoseok, I know you probably wanted to see him one last time but the body was starting to decompose and there was no remedy."

That was it, Jimin guided his eyes to the back where a long black sheath tied up who he assumed was the girl you kidnapped.

"She was the girl who had bought the house." You explained when you saw that Park didn't take his eyes off the cover that was shaking with the car. "I convinced her to have a cup of coffee when I met her at the gym and hit her in the face with a bottle of wine. I didn't know how to get rid of her, she just didn't want to die, and spent days feeding her and trying to find a solution." You bit your perfect nails with your other hand on the steering wheel.

Jimin was trying to breathe slowly.

"The solution was you all along." You smiled caressing his thigh. That made Jimin strangely relax.

"We need to find a place to bury them."

Them?

"When we get to the outskirts of Las Vegas we will be more suitable."

"Them?" Jimin’s raspy, tremulous voice touched you.

You looked at him worried, he doesn't remember.

"Cosette's body is in the back." You explained sweetly.

The vomit that his stomach held back came out when he heard those words, the viscous liquid falling on his sweater and his seat.

"Oh, Minnie, this is the second time you've done this on the trip."

"I want to go home." He cried while you stopped to clean his mess.

"We're getting there, don't worry."

"No, I want to go back to Montenegro."

"But you can't. You killed Cosette in her room, don't you remember?"

"You're a fucking liar, I'll never do that to her," he yelled so loud spit came out of his mouth. You just stayed there taking paper towels to clean his chest.

"She said very offensive stuff to you when we went to get the tape. She didn't like that a man was with her dad." You tensed your mouth in a strange smile.

"I didn't do it." He repeated it again and again.

But then again, He hated her guts. The only thing he needed was for her to snap at him once. But he couldn't, he wouldn't.

The night fell again into the silence of the car mechanics accelerating down the deserted highway toward Las Vegas. Jimin looked to the side of him: your hand was resting on the open window while your hair was fluttering in the wind, you looked tired but still murmured the lyrics the song in the radio.

Feeling Jimin's gaze, you looked out of the corner of your eye and smiled tenderly.

You got him out of a huge mess, he was grateful for that. Your hand went to the back and you removed the knot from Jimin's wrists. Looking back at Jimin you kissed the back of his hand and continued looking at the road.

The sweet act confused Jimin so much that he could only stand there looking at your profile, it reminded him of Nancy's. Appeased, away, and scheming things. His stomach was burning with love and he didn't understand it, but thinking about your furrowed eyebrows while you helped him lift Cosette's body made Jimin take you more than just appreciation.

"Did you bring a shovel?" He asked.

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Closer: Too Close (Teaser)

Closer (Teaser) Closer Masterlist

Read Closer: Too Close (I) here

Read Closer: Too Close (II) here

Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… closer may be too close for you to handle.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers

Wordcount: 47.5k

Author’s Note: Hello! Here is the little surprise I told you about! Since Closer received a lot of love I decided to write more about these two, I hope you’ll like this💜 It will come out on Jungkook’s birthday, consider it a little gift!

If you want to be tagged in my taglist to read this work when it will come out and my others please let me know under this post or here! Also, asks and messages are always welcome, I would like to speak with you all from time to time!💜

You see his mouth open, eyes big and eyebrows cocked in a shocked expression, Namjoon’s word echoes if in his ears. Now, they definitely feel venomous.

You’re still his best friend.

«Wha- what? What happened?» you quiver.

Taehyung peeks over your shoulder, eyes glued to Jungkook’s face. Jimin and Eunji in front of you stare at the scene with their knowing expressions but they clearly don’t understand what’s happening cause no one knows the full version of the story. And Jungkook suddenly feels his stomach close up and his breath stuck as he looks at you.

«You- why… I can’t do this,» he shakes his head and brings his hands to his lap «I’m going out for a minute»

His chair chimes strident as he slides it backwards, and a second later he’s walking towards the door of the restaurant with his hands by his sides and everyone looking at him. You don’t seem to remember how to breathe for a bunch of seconds.

What happened? What-

«Oh, fuck» Jimin brings his hands on his hair, tugging at them nervously. Eunji gulps down her food, eyes on the empty spot beside you, Taehyung looks over at the door, Namjoon breathes in nervously and Jin and Hana look each other with eyes that seem to communicate words that you don’t grasp simply because you aren’t looking anywhere but at Jungkook’s dish, his chopsticks laid on the brims.

Yoongi clears his throat, looks over at her girlfriend, Hoseok peeks at you and a second later you’re storming out of the restaurant with their eyes on you and yours already trying to see Jungkook from the glass of the door.

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230218 Big Hit's Tweet

[네이버 포스트] 제이홉 생일에 제이홉 화보 비하인드? 완전 따봉,, 감동작렬~,, 방림이 센스 기절이지? (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=35500077&memberNo=51325039) #BTS #방탄소년단 #jhope #제이홉 #정호석

[Naver Post] A behind-the-scenes post from j-hope’s photobook on j-hope’s birthday? Amazing,, an explosion of emotions~,, Bangbell knows what’s up right? (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=35500077&memberNo=51325039)

#BTS #jhope #JungHoseok

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[BTS] Me, Myself, and j-hope 비하인드 포스트

[BTS] Me, Myself, and j-hope Behind Post

아-하!

Hi-A!

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

아미들 안녕하세요?! 방림이 입니다. 제가 돌아왔습니다. (?)

Hello ARMYs?! It’s Bangbell. I’ve returned. (?)

티저 이미지부터 아미들의 머릿속을 물음표와 느낌표로 도배시켰던 2월 Special 8 Photo-Folio의 주인공이죠! Me, Myself and j-hope 'All New Hope' 의 비하인드 포스트로 찾아왔습니다 ! (박수) (함성)

From the very first teaser image that plastered questions marks and exclamation points all over ARMYs’ minds It’s the main character of the February Special 8 Photo-Folio! I’ve come to you with a behind-the-scenes post for Me, Myself and j-hope 'All New Hope'

(applause) (cheers)

호비호비 생일 떡밥 축복에 끝이 없네…. 아미들 지치지말고 달려보자고 (비장) ㄴ 아미들 : 오히려좋아

There’s no end to this blessing of birthday content for Hobi Hobi…. ARMYs, don’t get tired and keep running (solemn) ㄴ ARMYs : That’s fine with me

이번 화보는 쩨이호옵! 하면 떠오르는 밝고 스트릿한 이미지를 벗어나 제이홉만의 청순,,,섹시,,,아련,, 매력을 새롭게 어필한 화보라고 할 수 있는데요! 아미들도 그 매력,, 다양하게 느끼셨나요? ㄴ아미 : 네네네네네네네!!!!!!!

For this photobook j-hope! sheds his usual bright, street-style image You can say that j-hope’s unique pure,,,sexy,,,sorrowful,, charms are shown off with a new kind of appeal in this photobook! Can ARMYs,, feel that charm in all these different ways? ㄴARMY : Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!

또한 화보 이름이 ‘All New Hope’ 인 것 처럼 새로운 호비의 모습을 위해 포토작가님과 직접 미팅도 진행하며 적극적으로 의견을 내었다는 명불허전 Jㅔ이홉의 소식도 소소하게 전해드리면서!

Also just like the photobook’s name is ‘All New Hope’ there were whispers that J-Hope, who lives up to his name, personally met with the photobook designer to discuss the new Hobi’s appearance and actively gave his opinion!

그렇다면! 방림이가 준비한 비하인드 사진, 안볼수가 없겠죠! 지금 바로 구경하러 가보시죠!

So! There’s no way we can’t not look at the behind-the-scenes photos that Bangbell prepared! Let’s go take a look!

모르겠다.. 첫 사진부터 걍 기절이다 ��정하라고 나만의 팅커벨 그런거 하라고 그냥

I don’t know.. I’m about to pass out just from the first photo Be a fairy Just be something like my own personal Tinkerbell

님… 왜 자꾸 저 꼬시는거예요..? 아니 이 사람이 먼저 그랬다니까요? 아니 이거 좀 놔봐요 저기요

Sir… why do you keep coming at me..? No this person did it first? No let go excuse me

다음 생에는 돌멩이로 태어나자 장점 : 호비가 쓰다듬어줌

In our next life let’s be reborn as stones Pros : Hobi will pet us

아니면 모니터로 태어날까 이렇게 사랑스럽게 쳐다봐주는데.. (울먹)

Or should I be born as a monitor He’s looking at it so lovingly.. (about to cry)

갑자기 등장한 블랙홉에 아미들 민심 술렁 -

The sudden appearance of black-hope is causing chaos among ARMYs

제이홉,, 뒤에 날개 잘숨겼네,, 보일까봐 조마조마 했는데,,,,

j-hope,, you hid your wings behind you well,, I was nervous that they’d be seen,,,,

후,,, ,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,, ,, 아미들 다들 긴장해라 큰거온다

Whew,,, ,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,, ,, ARMYs you should all be very nervous

Countdown

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??????????? ??? ????? ?????? 제이폼 홉 미쳤다 제이홉 폼 미쳤다 (ㅋㅋ) (좋아 자연스러웠어)

??????????? ??? ????? ?????? j-form’s hope is crazy j-hope’s form is crazy (haha) (Nice. That sounded totally natural)

님.. 님은 진짜….. 화보를 찍기 위해 태어난 사람 같으세요..

Sir.. Sir you’re so….. You’re like a person who was born to shoot for a photobook..

제이홉은 웜톤임? 쿨톤임?

Is j-hope warm tone? Cool tone?

아니면 내 인생을 이어나가줄 바톤임?

Or the baton that will carry on my life?

아니면 내가 정호석을 보면서 평생 닦아내지 못할 침샘 1톤임?

Or a ton of salivary glands that I can’t manage to wipe off as I look at Jung Hoseok?

아니면 내 인생의 달달한 메가톤임?

Or my life’s sweet megaton?

아니면 내가 평생 완주하지 못할 사랑의 마라톤임?

Or the marathon of love that I’ll never be able to finish?

아니면 내 인생에 뛰어든 행복 77톤임? ㄴ 그만

Or 77 tons of happiness that jumped into my life? ㄴ Stop

ㄴ킹치만 정호비가.. (물복임? 딱복임? 도 할라했는데 아깝네.. 방림이는 물복임.)

ㄴBut Jung Hobi.. (Is he a soft peach? A hard peach? I was going to do this too but it seems a waste.. Bangbell is a soft peach.)

역! 시! 나! 정호비가 정호비했다.

As! expected! Jung Hobi Jung Hobi-ed.

호비만의 새로운 모습이 가득담긴 Me, Myself and j-hope 'All New Hope' 잘 구경하셨나요? 아직 포토북을 못 받은 아미들은 방림이 포스트 보면서 조금만 기다려~ 기다려~!

Did you enjoy looking through Me, Myself and j-hope 'All New Hope' that’s full of Hobi’s unique new look? For all the ARMYs who haven’t gotten the photobook yet look through Bangbell’s post and wait~ wait~ just a bit longer!

남은 하루도 기분좋게 마무리 하길 바라요 아미들! (요즘 딸기가 그렇게 맛있ㅇ…) 감기조심 하고 우리는 다음에 또 만나요!

I hope you have a great rest of your day ARMYs! (Strawberries are really yummy these days…) Thank you and we’ll meet again soon!

아-뿅!

A-Poof!

(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

[Note]

본 포스트는 BIGHIT MUSIC에서 직접 운영하는 포스트입니다.

This Naver Post is personally run by BIGHIT MUSIC.

[End Note]

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www.congratulations-to-s!nea.com

The boys are currently huddled together outside of the practice room whilst Siwan is inside.

JIN: “Did you light the candles? Light the candles quickly!”

JIN: *tsking* “Ah, you guys are so unorganised.”

V: *excited + shoving jm* “Go get the lighter!” *x2*

SUGA: “Where’s Namjoon?”

J-HOPE: “Yah, do you think we should’ve done something more? What if this is underwhelming for him?” *whispering amongst the others*

JUNGKOOK: “I bought him a gift.” *quietly speaking + holding his gift to his chest*

SUGA: “Trust me, he’ll appreciate it. Focus on not dropping the cake instead.” *warning tae who is grinning like a maniac*

JIMIN: *arriving with the lighter + lighting the candles* “Here’s one. Here’s two.” *another member who is excited* “Army, you know, I decorated this cake myself.”

V: “Yah! I did too! Stop taking all the credit.”

RM: “You guys are so loud.” *finally arriving on scene with the second cake* “Is Wanie practicing inside?”

SUGA: “When is he not? You gotta drag him by his ankles if you wanna see him anywhere else.” *speaking facts tbf*

J-HOPE: “Wait, we’re having a second cake? What’s this cake for?” *eyeing up the one nj’s holding*

JIN: “You guys didn’t even tell him?” *about to lose it* “For the best trainee achievement. He got ranked first for best trainee.”

JIMIN: “Everyone is talking about him. He’s our ace already.” *proud of his hyung*

V: “Our hyung’s so talented. The ace of Bangtan!”

SUGA: “Save the compliments for when you’re actually in front of him.” *yg being the most talkative he’s ever been bc he wants this to go well*

RM: “Okay, we’ll go in on the count of three, alright?” *trying to get everybody on the same page*

JIN: “Jeongguk-ah, you go in front. He thinks you’re cute.” *quickly moving the lil maknae ahead of everyone*

RM: “Okay, now on the count of three. Three, two, one!”

Jeongguk pushes the door to the practice room open as the rest of the members yell “Surprise!” and enter.

It’s a little chaotic as they start to sing “Happy Birthday”, the members begin circling an off guard Siwan who is soaked to the bone with sweat from practice, completely unaware of what’s going on.

V: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HYUNG! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” *literally yelling rn lmao*

JIMIN: “CONGRATS ON GETTING BEST TRAINEE! WE’RE PROUD OF YOU!” *yelling pt.2*

S!NEA: *honestly still doesn’t know what’s going on* “What? Seok-ah, I thought you were going to go get fried chicken.”

JIN: “It was part of the plan. It’s your birthday. Did you forget?” *grabbing the knife for the cake + handing it to siwan*

RM: “We’re like brothers now. We have to celebrate these things together. It’s your birthday!” *also showing the trainee cake*

SUGA: “You got ranked best trainee recently too. We wanted to celebrate the achievement with you.” *resting a hand on siwan’s shoulder*

S!NEA: *lowkey feeling overwhelmed rn* “What? No… You don’t- you didn’t have to do that.”

RM: “Well, before you say that,” *motions for hoseok to push jk forward*

JUNGKOOK: *king of being shy* “I-I got you this, hyung. I thought I’d get you a gift for your birthday. And your achievement as best trainee.” *holding out the box* “Please accept it.”

S!NEA: *can’t say no to the lil bunny* “Ah… you guys seriously didn’t need to do this.” *tearing up as he accepts jk’s gift*

JUNGKOOK: “Don’t open it now! Do it when you’re alone.” *panicking*

S!NEA: *sniffling + pulling jk into a hug* “Okay, okay. Thanks, Gukkie.”

J-HOPE: “Ah, are you crying? Don’t cry!” *pushing past everyone to wipe siwan’s tears*

JIMIN: “Hyung is crying? Move!” *pushing hoseok aside to grab siwan’s cheeks* “Don’t cry. You’re supposed to be happy! This is a happy moment.” *caressing his cheeks + the tear tracks that weld up*

S!NEA: “I’m happy.” *still lowkey crying* “These are- they’re happy tears.” *laughing*

SUGA: “You’re gonna make our maknae cry too. Stop it.” *whining bc otherwise he’ll also get emo*

JUNGKOOK: *pouting bc it isn’t exactly untrue + begins tearing up a few seconds later*

V: “YAH! Why are you all crying? This isn’t a funeral! Stop it!” *bringing the cake over to siwan*

RM: *pulling jk to his side + rubbing his arm* “Okay, okay. Why don’t we cut the cake? Let’s all have a slice. I’m starving.”

S!NEA: *agreeing* “Sorry. I-I just didn’t expect all of this.”

The members begin to sing “Happy Birthday” again as Siwan finally cuts the cake. Namjoon then proceeds to bring the trainee cake which Siwan also slices into.

JIN: “Here, feed the maknae first. He’s probably drained from crying.”

The members all laugh together as Siwan feeds everyone a piece of the cake before the video ends with Jimin and Taehyung rubbing icing all over Siwan’s face.

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Alright Darling, I won't deny that this insert ask is totally about me. It would just be a straight up lie. Headcannon reactions for BTS with a female partner who doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. Now normally this sort of ask is about presuming that BTS is sub or dom as per our request wishes. This, isn't that. How do you think each member would react as per how YOU see them, sub, dom, switch or none of the above? How would each member make a relationship work with a woman who won't kneel or sub, because it just isn't who she is? Do the subs celebrate? Do the switches go with the flow and enjoy themselves when they're in a subby headspace? Are the doms able to put that kink away for love? Do the non-bdsm ones (kink is not just about power exchange bdsm btw) just shrug and not care? How does each member navigate this?🌹

Namjoon: besides enjoying being called sir or daddy I don't think the Dom lifestyle really suits him anyway. And I feel like even someone with no submissive bones can call him sir on his birthday, even if they both laugh from the absolute absurdity of immediately afterwards. He is into other kinky stuff more anyway. Sex outside during picnics, recording sex on old school cameras, and on the lighter side of things... Nylons. (Man loves a good pair of thighs in pretty tights or thigh highs and garters?

Seokjin: If this man was ever going to be a dom it'd be a service Dom anyway. So he's probably not fussed. Although there is a little part of his brain that makes him want to see you kneel, So he is just obnoxiously pleasant to you some days to the point where you have no option other than to give him a blowjob and he requests that you kneel on the floor while he sits on the bed. And because he's such a good boy you do it.

Yoongi: doesn't really strike me as into the whole BDSM scene just as a whole. He enjoys cuddly sex on most occasions. However, when working on a new mixtape and everything is about high adrenaline and loud beats he is in for mutually destructive rough sex at most points. Maybe to a point where he and his partner get so involved in it the partner ends up making him submit for them.

Hoseok: A little bit disappointed to begin with. But I think he comes up with creative ways to get around the issue. He likes to have someone submit to him but he also doesn't mind a fight. Could quite possibly get really into roleplay where it's a situation where he is trying to make them submit but they doesn't actually have to submit. Think roleplay of interrogation where he is a bad cop and they are a very stubborn criminal.

Jimin: fucking elated. How far can he push you? What can he brat about. You better enjoy being a brat tamer though because that is what you're getting. He likes to push back and pretend he's a little dominant. Try to put you in your place just to be put in his as fast as humanly possible.

Taehyung - BDSM is not for him. He doesn't give a s*** about rough sex in any way. I think He is more into body worship so as long as his partner is comfortable with that he is fine. What happily spent hours massaging somebody's feet to unwind himself at the end of a long day. Also get off on people watching him masturbate so I think that plays nicely into the dom feelings that his partner would have.

Jungkook: not into the rough side of BDSM, not a masochist or a sadist fan. But domination is something he probably craves. Like he probably enjoys playing the dominant character every now and again, but I don't believe that it's his baseline. Therefore, I think he would be perfectly happy with an exclusively dominant partner.

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bangtiddies · 7 months

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Fizzy

Pairing: Alien!Hoseok x Reader Genre: Romance, Fluff, Sci-fi Rating: PG Words: 1.4k Warnings: very very cheesy

Summary: Hoseok, the new resident living in the capsule that landed in your backyard, is now interested in giving flowers, holding hands, and going on dates.

Note: unedited because I’m a fool. It's been so long I'm so rusty I'm sorry. HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY SUNFLOWER, MY LOVE @youtifulhobi I hope you had a lovely birthday!! Hugs and kisses xx

It starts with flowers.

Fully thought out messages in carefully wrapped bouquets, bringing meanings of flowers together. Flowers for beauty, flowers for care, flowers for happiness. He would hint that there’s meaning in each bouquet he gives you and with every new bouquet, you find yourself more interested in flowers and their meanings. You didn’t think that your new resident would be teaching you new things while learning about Earth himself, but here you are.

Then, he starts giving you gifts.

Little jewellery he crafted himself in his little capsule, made with mysterious materials. He’s still yet to tell you what materials they’re made of but you don’t dwell on it, admiring each item he gives you. The jewellery sparkle under the sunlight and your heart skips a beat at the thought of how delicately he would’ve made them.

After about a week, he starts wondering out loud about holding hands.

“Why do humans do it?” Hoseok asks, a cute pout on his lips as he stares at one of his human hands. It goes transparent for a split second, as if he’s about to compare it to his other form. He sighs and wills it back to human.

To be completely honest, you can’t answer his question because you also have no idea why. “Skinship, I guess?” you stutter out instead and give him an awkward smile.

He narrows his eyes. “You are uncertain.”

“I mean, that’s why I’m guessing,” you laugh nervously.

Without saying a word, Hoseok grabs your hand. You let out a weird squeak at the sudden touch, heat rushing to your cheeks. He picks up on your flustered emotions easily and smiles.

“Y/N, go on a date with me tomorrow.”

The following morning, Hoseok greets you with a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped smile. The scene is somewhat nostalgic, reminding you of the first time you saw him like this — back when he asked you to start his experience in romance. You didn’t think he’d be serious about it back then, but the past couple of weeks have proved otherwise.

You can’t take your eyes off of him, his styled hair, his outfit stylish but casual. There’s an air of the elegance he wore when he stood there a little over a week ago but without the outdated getup. His smile widens when he notices your eyes on him, and you quickly shift your gaze away in embarrassment.

“Um,” you let out, tossing up between feeling embarrassed or exasperated. “I just woke up.”

Hoseok blinks. “Yes, I can see that. You look like you had a rejuvenating sleep.”

“We’re not… doing the date thing now, right?”

“It is today, is it not?”

You want to throw your hands against your face. “It’s 8am, Hobi.”

“Yes,” Hoseok says with a frown, not understanding why you’re talking about the time. You sigh heavily. You toss through some words in your mind, wondering how to explain why it’s too early to go on a date. How to tell him that you’re literally standing in your living area in your pyjama shorts and singlet - clothing that’s certainly not appropriate for a first date.

“A date needs a little more planning than deciding the day,” you say slowly, making sure you have your words right. “Say we have a coffee date at 10am, at the café down the road.”

“Oh,” Hoseok lights up. “Yes! A date consists of an outing!”

“Yes, and getting ready.”

He looks at your attire, possibly finally realising where you’re coming from. “Okay, we can meet at the café down the road in two hours.”

“Great,” you smile.

“I will give you time to prepare,” Hoseok says, giving you a smile and a little wave, before turning to leave the room.

“Wait,” you call out. Hoseok stops, turns back to you with a puzzled expression, and you start to feel a little embarrassed about what you were going to say next. “Leave the flowers here.”

“I had them prepared for the da-”

“Please,” you say, not wanting admit that you’re afraid of the stares you’re bound to get at the café when Hoseok, handsome as he is, arrives with the bouquet. “I want to decorate them here now.”

Hoseok pouts a little. He probably intended the flowers to be present throughout your date. But he hands you the bouquet without complaint, and promises to see you later before leaving the room.

You feel a little bad but when you look down at the flowers in your hands, warmth spreads across your chest. You feel a little bit of joy when you think about how others won’t be able to see Hoseok with flowers. Realising your thoughts, you shake them away.

Time to get ready for the date.

When you arrive at the café at five minutes before 10am, you notice that Hoseok is already there, waiting at a table with two glasses of sparkling water on it. He’s slowly sipping on one, curious eyes wide and amused.

You frown at the sight. Hoseok is usually literal with his words and you expected him to be there at exactly 10am. You thought you had a little bit of time to sit down and collect yourself.

“Y/N!” Hoseok’s eyes light up when you notices you walking toward him and waves with excitement.

“Hi,” you smile, sitting down at the other seat on the table.

“Y/N,” he says, eyes on you, taking you in. “You are beautiful.”

Your face heats up at the compliment, not wanting to think about the effort you made for this date. This is for Hoseok’s research, you tell yourself. It’s not a real date.

The last bit strikes a little nerve in you, and before your thoughts end up putting you down, you blurt out, “Thanks, you look beautiful too.”

He smiles wide, it’s a heart shaped smile, and it’s so bright that you wonder if you’ll go blind. Your previous thoughts melt away from the warmth of his smile and you can’t help but smile too.

Then, you finally question your thoughts from earlier. “You’re early,” you tell him, a little curious.

“Oh, yes,” Hoseok nods. “My research tells me that it is best to be about fifteen minutes early for a meeting.”

“This is a date.”

“We are meeting as well, are we not?” He looks puzzled. You decide not to go further.

“Uh, yeah, we are, I guess.”

“Y/N!” Hoseok exclaims, changing the subject, eyes sparkling like the water in front of him as he pushes a glass to you. “The waiting lady put these here when I asked for a table. I gather that it is something to drink. It is very interesting. It feels like stars on my tongue.”

“You know what stars taste like?” You don’t hear much of Hoseok’s life before Earth. You’ve always wanted to know more about him, about his species, and what led to him crash-landing in your backyard.

“Oh no, I have not had real stars on my tongue. But I do not know how to explain the feeling from this drink.”

You’re a little disappointed that you didn’t spark a conversation about his past, but his amusement for new things keeps your spirits up.

“It’s called sparkling water. It’s carbonated so the water’s fizzy.”

“Fizzy…” Hoseok repeats. “Fizzy, fizzy, fizzy.”

The new word flows off his lips as he repeats it. He looks so excited. Your heart warms.

The waitress arrives shortly after, asking if you’re ready to order. You spend the next hour or so at the café, chatting with excitement for new things over coffee and cakes. The world is yours and Hoseok’s, the stares you were concerned about earlier no longer a problem.

On the way home, Hoseok asks if he could hold your hand.

“This is a date,” he says with his bright smile.

If he asked a few hours earlier, in the morning when he gifted you the bouquet of flowers, you may have been too embarrassed. You probably would’ve refused to hold his hand, spouting the first excuse that would appear in your mind.

But now, tummy filled with coffee and cake, heart filled with the warmth of his smiles, mind filled with the scenes of excitement over his discoveries, you let his hand intertwine with yours.

And if you spend the night thinking about how well your hands fit together, that’s something you’ll keep to yourself for now.

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theangryjikooker · 9 months

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There is a certain well-known Jikook blogger here who has stated that it isn't the reactions BETWEEN Jikook that you should watch for confirmation of where they are in their relationship, but rather the reaction of other members TO Jikook.

I'll give you an example. BTS performs HOME on Fallon. Right at the end (4:05) RM pulls Jimin towards him. JK elbows RM, and RM gives him a fed-up look (4:08) as JK takes his place. Jimin smiles happily throughout, seemingly oblivious to this little drama.

It's not that JK is jealous, mind you, but that he sets boundaries that MUST be respected. (Perilla leaf, anybody?)

You can excuse a lot of Jikook moments as fanservice or just being caught up in the moment during a performance. But this little tell and many others like it...those are harder to dismiss.

OTOH, when you don't have the moments of acknowledging/asserting the boyfriend boundaries, it either means someone has matured or someone has moved on.

What do you think, Angry Jikooker?

You mean to tell me that there are people who believe there was ongoing jealousy against Namjoon by Jungkook in the middle of a performance?

I’ve heard a lot of garbage in my life, but this is fighting for first place. What the actual fuck. Nothing against you, the inquirer, but I’m genuinely flabbergasted by this.

Aforementioned delusion aside, it is worthwhile to pay attention to how the members act when Jikook are being themselves, but it’s not as though that’s very compelling either. There are many components to consider at play: what’s happening, what are they doing, how’s the tone, how’s the delivery, is there precedence, does a reaction make sense in a given context, etc. You also need to consider the member’s personality, what their tolerance is for antics outside of a professional space; for example, Hoseok is more likely to be amused by Jikook than Namjoon is, but that doesn’t mean Hoseok’s reactions are any more revealing than Namjoon’s.

The only external reaction from another BTS member that ever gave me pause was Hoseok in Jimin’s birthday Vlive—and while Hoseok’s reaction was part of it, there were a multitude of elements at play (Jimin’s facial expression, the pause, the nudge, etc.) as well to determine the unintentional inference (whether said inference was true or not).

For me, member reactions can help build a narrative, but it’s rarely ever useful. It really depends on what’s happening. The reason why I prefer interactions between Jikook is because there are a lot less things to consider when gauging their dynamic.

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If there’s interest, I could do a breakdown of a scene to show what it is I pay attention to, the things that run through my mind when watching a particular interaction. No promises, but it’s an idea.

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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[Preview] Stranded | jhs

— But, darling, if you hadn’t fallen, you wouldn’t have met him—the one who’ll render you mad and drunk with his love so much that you’ll never want to find sanity again.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Content: ANGST, fluff, romance, betrayal, hurt/comfort, & MANY MORE! [Greek Mythology AU ; inspired by Dionysus & Ariadne]

[masterlist] | check out [Elysian Tales] & [BTS as Greek Myth Icons]!

Leaning the umbrella over to your side, he once again thinks of the quickest path to a shelter he knows of. It’s around here somewhere.

Still, that won't seem to make the journey any less difficult. The rain was stubborn—as stubborn and proud as a man he knows—the thunder bellowing every once in a while to scare the daylights out of you. Though the forest was easier to navigate for the likes of him, it definitely doesn’t make it any less pleasant to tread through. He, himself, feels unpleasant walking through the forest in a state like this.

A surprise, however, soon comes to the young man. It appears that, at some point, you have noticed the position of the umbrella, and your conscience couldn't seem to take the unfairness for his side, because you had let your bodies huddle a little closer. Your hand even lightly holds onto his tunic as you look elsewhere.

Hoseok hides a smile at all of this. How sweet of her to care.

It was fortunate for the both of you that it didn't take too long for you to have reached your destination—just as the umbrella was about to give up, too. He steps under the stone roofing, arm gesturing with a welcome. "Here we are," he sings, tossing the umbrella aside and wringing out the rainwater from his clothes.

You gawk at the structure of the building as you step under its shade, the frown and furrow between your brows deepening. It was dark—especially with much of the moon obscured by heavy rain clouds—but you could make some sense of your surroundings. “This is a shrine,” you tell him, matter-of-factly, staying put where you were.

Hoseok stifles a chuckle. “And?”

A frantic trace of panic besets your face at his lack of concern. “We may offend the deity that reigns over this place,” you scold him, crossing your arms across your chest.

This refusal comes across as puzzling for him. He supposed all mortals are devoted in some sense of respect and fear for the gods, but you were walking too carefully on eggshells—driven mostly in fear. Have you or your family offended a god before?

Hoseok doesn't linger on the thought any longer, giving you an assuring smile instead. “It’ll be alright,” he tells you, “Trust me.”

It’s my shrine after all.

coming this Feb 18, 2023, Saturday at 6:00 PM (PHT)!

A/N: ngl I was hesitant with posting the preview, bUT i only have a few scenes left to write!!! (it's a LONG one) I CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS Y'ALL! DIONYSUS HOBI AAAAA (Also, how fortuitous that I can finish it around Hobi's birthday uwu) Hope y'all anticipate this one! 🥰💖

Let me know if you want to join the taglist! ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

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socksjinie · 2 years

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✿ crime 101 — double date and milkshake | jimin feat. hoseok

synopsis. bubbles first date ever was full of emotions, especially because they weren't for the guy she was being paired with.

genre. powerpuff girls au ; jimin!boomer ; fluff

pairing. jimin x bubbles ; hoseok x oc

wordcount. 2060

warnings. shy smiles and butterflies ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

a/n. happy belated birthday to the sweet @narimiese ♡ i hope your days are full of cute dates and cheerful conversations~ thank you for standing with us~! my love and gratitude ♡

a/n2. the flashback scene was inspired by a leecheedoodles drawing!

the first time Bubbles met Jimin—romantically—was by accident.

or rather, a scheduled accident, much like her first time seeing him ever.

they still remembered each other of course, from fighting back in the days. or from middle school, where their siblings were still very much discontent in each other’s presence… but not them. they had always been different from the other four.

they began to form a liking toward one another early on. Bubbles could pinpoint the exact moment in fact.

it was a chilly day, it had just begun drizzling, and she was on her way home holding her favorite blue umbrella when she spotted two boys crouching near the sidewalk poking at something with a stick.

as she approached them, curious at what they were doing while laughing in a creepy manner, she noticed they had been poking at little snails. she was twelve at the time, and the boys seemed a bit older, but she was ready to lecture them.

she despised people that treated any kind of being that way. no matter how small said being was.

as she furrowed her eyebrows and came closer to them, she realized one of the said boys was about to stomp on the fragile snails. she remembers running rushedly towards them, trying to stop that catastrophe from happening, but then something surprised her. or better, someone.

Jimin came in a flash, holding the boy’s foot millimeters away from the sluggish beings, just in time to save them. as he looked up and the mean bully could properly look at his face since he was wearing a hoodie due to the rain, his expressions faltered as Jimin’s showed he was very discontent.

the two boys ran away, as quickly as they could. they were probably aware of the rowdy ruff brothers’ reputation, and also pretty aware of what Jimin was capable of doing.

as soon as they were out of sight, however, Jimin’s harsh glance returned to the little creatures on the sidewalk. Bubbles noticed how his features changed as he opened a cute smile looking at them, and something warm and fuzzy filled her body, even if the weather was feeling cold against her cheeks.

he felt like a ray of sunshine, crouched on that sidewalk. golden locks escaping the soft blue hoodie he was wearing to protect himself from the rain.

without thinking twice, Bubbles walked toward him, extending her umbrella over himself as well. he looked up confused, and as she smiled brightly at him, showing a big thumbs up, proud of his attitude, he got up in a rush and fled away, overly embarrassed.

ever since that day, the two of them were never conflictual in each other presence. Bubbles realized he was actually a good boy despite his previous actions, and although from that day on he had been a bit awkward around her, they developed a connection of sorts.

but today… today was different.

she wasn’t meeting him in school, or in a fight. today she was meeting him on a date.

even if he wasn’t her actual date.

it all began when her best friend, Nari, the one she had been friends with ever since kindergarten, waited for her outside the gymnasium where she was having a cheer tryout.

she was still in her sports shorts and a cropped tee when Nari dragged her over to the milkshake shop across the street, overly fidgety, claiming she was in desperate need of help.

it turns out that Nari, much like everyone else, had been developing this secret crush on Jimin ever since he had started attending their art class. or so Bubbles thought. “Well, it was nothing serious… I saw him in our classroom and I thought I should just be polite and invite him since he seemed alone in there- and I thought he was going to say no for sure!” the girl explained in a rush while they entered the shop hearing the clink of the bell announcing their arrival.

her brown-haired friend didn’t have the time to explain it further, as the moment they walked in, Jimin’s best friend raised his hand high and waved it to both of them, signaling their table.

Bubbles felt herself walking automatically, much like a robot with a mission. her head was totally focused on understanding the situation. What she could piece together was the fact that, first and foremost, her best friend had omitted a crush—even if a small one, by the way she had explained the situation before entering the milkshake shop—and second, she was about to face her first date ever without even knowing her pair. it didn’t get better to know she was going through this moment with someone she had to see almost every day because of “work”. still, Nari was her best friend, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her.

“hello! I’m Hoseok,” Jimin’s friend got up from his seat, and Bubbles could see how excited he was by the size of his heart-shaped smile. she made a mental note of how bubbly he was. “It’s really nice to meet you- even though we have the same class!” he says chuckling and both girls can’t help but smile.

Nari makes introductions that aren’t but slight background noise to her ears, as her eyes are focused on the blonde sitting by the window.

even though Bubbles sat on the end of the double bench, making room for Nari to sit right across from Jimin, the conversation happening was between her best friend and the bubbly boy—the one she thought she was having the date with.

“you like them too?” she hears Hoseok exclaiming excitedly while looking down to his tee and Nari shakes her head affirmatively with a huge smile. “I’ve been dying to go to their concert, you know…”

five minutes became ten, and soon fifteen. there was no sight of a waitress to attend to their table and Bubbles couldn’t help but feel fidgety. her fingers twisted the paper straws incessantly in front of her while her eyes scanned the place after someone that could ask for their order.

“that’s probably some influence from my sister's side since she is majoring in fashion and planning to open her clothing store,”

“that’s so cool! I hope I have a brand of my own someday too…” they seemed so in tune with each other that one could think Nari and Hoseok were the ones that had been in touch for years now.

suddenly Bubbles got a bit impatient. she was a talkative person and she loved meeting new people, but something about this whole situation seemed foreigner to her. she looked over at her best friend, sitting by her side, and a smile tugged on the corners of her mouth almost instantly.

she had never seen Nari so enthusiastic before, not like this. she was glowing. and suddenly Bubbles decided to get up, claiming she was going to order for all of them since it was taking ages. the reality was that she felt like she was intruding on a moment that wasn’t meant for her.

“I’ll go too!” Jimin exclaimed jumping from his seat in a rush, and although the other two seemed alienated from the outside world to even realize it—or question anything at all—Bubbles gave him a questioning glance to which he explained, “to help. you’ll have to bring four orders… right?”

she ponders for a bit; the strangeness of having never been on a proper outing with Jimin, much less on a date, makes her hesitate. as soon as she glances at Nari and Hoseok, chatting like their world depended on it, all the hesitation goes to space.

“alright! but no stealing the tips jar,” she warns him with a glance as they move toward the counter.

“that’s something my brothers would do,” he offers his best innocent face and Bubbles almost laugh at how theatrical he was being. “not me! I would never… really.”

they reach the colorful counter side by side, and as Bubbles looks up to scan the milkshake menu, Jimin leans on his side facing her but his eyes are trailed on their table.

“I think I’ll be having one mocha… one mint chip for Nari and–” Bubbles thought out loud.

“they really have a lot in common,” Jimin commented with a half-hearted smile, eyes still on the pair laughing while they scribbled something on a napkin. “Hobi also likes mint chip.”

Bubbles shifted her eyes toward Jimin with the new piece of information and he held her gaze.

“what about you?”

he shrugged pretending to think. “maybe I’ll take a mocha today too.”

Bubbles couldn’t help but bite another smile and hit him softly on his arm. before he could catch her staring at him fondly with a shade of pink on her cheeks, a waitress appeared on the other side of the counter with a friendly smile.

“ready to take orders?”

she took her eyes off Jimin, surprised by the sudden approach, “oh yes! yes we are”

“it’s two mochas and…” Jimin began before glancing at the table with eyes that suddenly went from smiley to a puzzled look. “no. that will be all.”

Bubbles followed his gaze, confused, but as she looked at their empty seats, she understood what had happened.

“coming right up! you can seat, I’ll deliver it at your table, sweets.” the lady said cheerfully and the blues walked away.

Bubbles went ahead intrigued as to why their friends had disappeared all of a sudden. wasn’t Nari supposed to be on a date with Jimin?

“well… I guess this is how matches made in heaven work, " the blue-eyed boy commented while casually sitting back in his seat and scrunching his nose while inspecting a napkin.

Bubbles who was looking through the big window like a kid looking for their lost puppy sat straight on her seat again and took the piece of paper in her own hands.

“have a nice date, we’re out…” she read out loud the message engraved in the white piece of paper with Nari’s handwriting.

“she even left a heart and a little flower,” Jimin pointed out with his index finger. “and tons of exclamation marks.”

“so…”

Jimin started chuckling nervous, “so.”

until now he had not realized they were alone, left to be on a date by themselves. suddenly her blue eyes on him became too much to handle and he froze on spot, not knowing what to do. he always fled when something like this happened… he had been doing it whenever Bubbles stared at him like that. he remembered the first time he did so… she was holding an umbrella over his head wearing the cutest raincoat ever, full of rainbows.

his heart was doing it again. stupid heart.

“here it is, my sweets!” the lady that had previously attended them said placing their milkshakes on the table, but their gazes were still glued to each other’s blue eyes. “oh and I forgot to mention! you won the couple prize of this week!”

both of them looked at her embarrassed.

“oh- we’re- we’re not–” Bubbles started stuttering while nodding her head and Jimin saw how the lady started retrieving the hand she had been holding two matching keychains.

“thank you so much!” Jimin exclaimed, lifting his hand to take the trinkets before the girl sat across from him could say anything else. “look Bubs, that’s your favorite!”

the smile on the waitress's face returned promptly as she handed Jimin two octopus keychains and looked over at them with adoration. “congrats on being our twentieth couple this week!”

Jimin smiled at her as Bubbles was too red and confused to say anything else.

from that day on, even though they had never seen each other again due to Jimin getting out of town with his brothers, you could see Bubbles arriving at school every day with a purple octopus dangling from her backpack. she never knew if he still had his. the only time she heard his name was when Nari’s boyfriend—Hoseok—nonchalantly talked about his blonde friend every time they went to the milkshake shop and reminisced about that day.

Bubbles always smiled at her mocha with fond memories wondering if she would ever see him again.

perhaps next time they could actually have a proper double date.

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behind-the-screen-of-bangtan · 1 year

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j-hope (제이홉)

Real name: 정호석 (Jung Hoseok)

Birth date: 18 February 1994

Home city: Gwangju

Former stage name: Smile Hoya (2008)

Studio name: Hope World

Instagram account

BU character: Jung HoSeok

BT21 character: Mang

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Biography

For a more complete biography, you can check these ressources:

biography from the volume 1 of the Japan Official Fanclub magazine (trans by kocchi)

pre-debut timeline

Thread about his participation in a musical in 2008

Central Sauce’s article by Elliot Sang “J-Hope’s Journey: From Teenage B-Boy to BTS’ Rap Star”

j-hope has also shared tidbits of his daily life:

HOPE WORLD!😳 (he introduces his 2018-2019 studio)

[VLOG] Very Important Business (2019)

확신의 J VLOG (J VLOG of certainty) (2022)

Letter from #jhope (eng)

A letter to help us wait while j-hope performs his military duty

Birthday albums: 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 , 2024

Recommendations

Music

Spotify playlist

You can find Youtube playlists of the songs he shared on Spotify, on Vlive/Weverse and on Twitter or during interviews.

Books/Movies/Series/Anime

Google sheet of his recommendations

Solo activity

Music (discography)

V, j-hope - “안아줘 (Hug me)” (gift for the Festa, 2015)

“1 VERSE” (2015)

Hope World (2018) (see this post)

RM, SUGA, j-hope - 땡 (Daeng) (for the Festa, 2018)

j-hope feat. Becky G - “Chicken Noodle Soup” (2019) (see this post)

“Blue Side” (2021)

--- Chapter 2 ---

Jack In The Box (2022) (see this post)

Crush (크러쉬) - 'Rush Hour (Feat. j-hope of BTS)' (2022)

“On the street” (feat. J.Cole) (2023) (see this post)

HOPE ON THE STREET VOL. 1 (2024) (see this post)

For more details about the songs that don’t have their own post, I listed all the info I had here. For Chapter 2 songs, please check here.

Shows

Hope On The Street (anchor)

j-hope films himself dancing. Note, however, that there are other videos of him dancing that are not associated with the name Hope On The Street

Twitter (another one with Jaesang)

Youtube:

Hope on the street @150920

Hope on the street @151008 - 1

Hope on the street @151008 - 2

Vlive(now on Weverse):

160126 BTS Hope On The Street Live

160126 BTS Hope On The Street Live 2

160413 BTS Hope On The Street Live

화개장터 (Hwagae Market) (2015, anchor)

pre-open

episode 0 [ 대국민사과방송 ] (national apology broadcast)

episode 1 [ 요지부동 ] (try to not react)

episode 1.5 [ 벌칙수행 ] (penalty execution)

SOPE 👨‍❤️‍👨필리핀에 오다! (Came to the Philippines!)

솝 꿀피부를 부탁해😆 (Please take care of my honey-soft skin)

해체 발표 (disbandment announcement) for April Fools

&TEAM Academy : season 1 EP.01 (with. j-hope of BTS)

Brand endorsement

House ambassador for Louis Vuitton (2023): tweets, J-Hope at the Men’s Fall-Winter 2023 Show, j-hope for Men’s Fall-Winter 2023

Magazines

W Korea August release (2022): tweets

Esquire Korea August issue (2023): tweets, interview, #StayTuned, Louis Vuitton 2023 Fall-Winter Men's Collection Behind Scene, j-hope's precious selfies

Interviews

BE comeback interview: “Even just one, single love is beautiful, but we’re getting love from all over the world”

Butter release interview: “I’m not the kind of person to settle for their life as it is”

Proof release interview: “I’m going to look for the way that’s right for me”

Trivia

He forms the group Sope with SUGA. As this subunit, they made the show 화개장터 (Hwagae market) and the Japanese song “Otsukare”.

#j-hope #Jung Hoseok

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maplecornia · 2 years

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yoongi

infinite stars masterlist | BTS masterlist | masterlist | playlist

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1.06K

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: bts x female!reader

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: how can you forget someone you have never met? how can you forget what they mean to you...what you meant to them?

𝔞/𝔫: okay i forgot to do yoongi's chapter for his birthday, so yes I'm aware this is being released on JK's birthday, but I did it that way so it could be released asap...SO I'M NOT DUMB (also this occured like right after Hoseok's birthday chapter was up...so let's just say it's a flashback scene and call it a day)

She's here.

I finally got to see her again.

So why?

Why do I still feel empty?

She waits in front of my apartment building, her back pressed up against the wall. She looks up at the stars, her eyes glittering, a faint smile on her face. Even now, she looks beautiful.

Why, even after all she's done, can't I find it in myself to hate her?

As she hears my footsteps drawing closer, she turns around to me, her smile growing into a broad grin.

Filled with the rest of her lies.

"Yoongi!" She barrels into my arms, knocking me back a bit. I remain still, unwilling to let myself give in to her touch. If I do I may forget everything she has done. She nestles into my chest, her grin spreading. "You're finally home."

I wince and swallow the lump in my throat.

Does this truly make you happy?

Where was this when I was away?

Sighing, I press my hand against her shoulder, pushing her off of me. Surprised, she looks up at me, her eyes wide and confused. I find that I can't manage to show one ounce of hatred towards her when those eyes are locked with mine. Large doe eyes, filled with compassion and love.

A farce of the sovereign making.

"What's wrong?" she mumbles, pouting as though that would make me happy. As though anything she can do will make me happy. I swallow hard, looking away.

How can she pretend like everything is alright?

"Go home," I murmur, half to myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see it as her face crumbles.

"W-what are you talking about?" I don't answer her, just turn away and brush past her. "Yoongi!"

She takes a hold of my arm, stopping me in my tracks. I freeze, staring blankly ahead and trying to ignore the pain my heart gives me at the sight of her distress.

"Please talk to me, what happened? What did I do wrong?"

The question makes me wince, and I have to close my eyes, my jaw setting firmly. Does she really not know? Has she forgotten what she has done to hurt me?

To break my trust?

"You tell me," I mumble, snatching my arm out of her grasp.

"How did it feel?" glancing at her over my shoulder, I almost laugh at the sight of her eyes welling with unspoken tears.

"How did it feel to be with him?"

Her face goes blank as she realizes I know. She withdraws from me, the lie now revealed.

"What's wrong?" I snap, violently taking her chin in my hands.

"I thought you missed me? Were you lying?" She bites her bottom lip, glaring up at me as she pulls her face away from my touch. I scoff bitterly.

Wasn't it just moments ago you were throwing yourself all over me?

What could have possibly changed?

"You're cruel, Yoongi. You don't even know the whole story--"

"What is there to know?" I snarl, narrowing my eyes as I drop my hand to my side. "That you betrayed my trust? That you got into another man's pants? I think I understand perfectly fine, darling."

"You were gone!" She cries, the tears finally spilling out. "Did you know how much I missed you? How often I longed for your touch? You were moving on, and it was without me...What the hell was I supposed to do?!"

I grit my teeth, my hands clenching tight at my sides.

Does she really think I didn't feel the same way? What was I supposed to do when I was missing her? Was I supposed to drop everything, every promise, and give it all up for her? I had a duty to fulfill. I had people to think about, my world didn't revolve around her. Was that reason enough to abandon everything we had built?!

"Justify yourself however way you want," I growl, turning on my heel and walking away from her.

"But don't expect me to stay by your side any longer."

I don't look back even as she falls to the ground, sobbing. I retreat into my apartment building, not even caring to meet anyone's gaze. I retreat into myself, ignoring the world around it and allowing my vision to be darkened by the swirling pit of suffering. Once I reach my apartment, I slam the door behind me, pressing my back against it before sliding down and running my hand through my hair.

Inwardly, I wonder when the tears will come. If they will come. Looking up at the ceiling, I sigh.

Of course, they won't.

I don't know what I was expecting.

I throw my keys halfway across the room as if that would suffice for the lack of sorrow. I know it doesn't, but it can't hurt to try. Rolling my eyes, I pick myself off the floor and head over to the small almost empty kitchen. I'm lucky Holly won't be back home until tomorrow, I don't trust myself around him when I'm this way.

Opening the refrigerator door, I pull out a bottle of liquor, unstopping it with my teeth and spewing the cork heaven knows where.

I scoff at the thought of heaven.

Tell me, where is my heaven now?

I take a swig from the bottle before slamming the door shut and stumbling over to the room where my studio lies. Falling into my chair, I turn to the equipment and smirk.

"I'm hoooome." I sing sarcastically, the console remaining silent. I roll my eyes before taking another swig from the bottle.

"Eh, whatever I didn't miss you that much either."

Pulling the bottle from my lips, I place the bottle on the desk, turning the computer on for the first time in 2 years.

Has it really been that long?

2 years without music.

Will it be the same?

I take a deep breath. I never thought there would come a time where I would be afraid of touching my soundboard, where I would hesitate to create. This was supposed to be something I wouldn't have to think twice about. But now that I'm here, now that I've returned...

I can't help but feel the pit growing wider.

The bottle forgotten, I take my headphones and place them securely over my ears.

Nevertheless, I must try.

I promised myself I would try.

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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Title: Heartbreak Anthem

Paring: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: Idol! Hoseok, supermarket worker! reader, established relationship! au, breakup! au, fluff, smut, comedy and angst

Summary: Three years of being with her idol boyfriend and Y/N thought she had it all. It wasn’t until Hoseok called her to break up with her while he was on tour that she started to rethink her life and her relationship with him. To get the last word, she tells him that she wishes him the best and she doesn’t hold any grudges from him and maybe this was what she needed but before he could say anything she hangs up. Feeling the weight lifted from her chest, the one thing she knows is that she’ll be okay.

Warnings: Alcohol, unrealistic standards from family, reader mentally is bad (needs a therapist lol), question of sexuality, slight homophobia, lying, angst, fluff, and sex scenes

Part of Little Mix's Mixtape series!

“Do you want to continue what we talked about from last week?”

Y/N took a sip of her water and nodded her head slowly at the doctor, “Is that okay?”

“Of course, these sessions are for you. We can talk about whatever you want.”

Y/N nodded her head and put the glass of water back on the table as she looked down at her knees with sad eyes. She looked back up and tilted her head to look outside the window as she started talking softly, “I hate being alone. All my life, I always craved for someone’s love and devotion. I always wanted a partner... My parents have been together for thirty-five years and they were each other's first loves. I always wanted to experience that with someone. My whole family is filled with first loves and basically having the perfect relationships. My cousin is married to her high school sweetheart and everyone else is the same, except for me.

My first relationship in high school was a secret to everyone. They were just for fun. It was me rebelling in a way towards my parents because they always said to me, if marriage wasn’t on the table then the relationship is meaningless. It wasn’t until my older sister got married and my parents looked at me with pleading eyes. They wanted me to get married soon but I haven’t met anyone that made me feel that way.

It was the day after the wedding and I was working at my supermarket job. I was already thinking about my future and how maybe I was destined to be alone in my parents eyes. It was at the moment I met eyes with him. I dropped the cans I was holding when I saw him because the only thing I saw was his heart-shaped smile. He ran to me and helped me pick up the cans but I couldn’t say anything to him. Did I even deserve to hear his name? The fact that I thought this man was worth more than me at the time is...sad but that's how you learn for the future, I guess. It makes me think, was I too in love with him or was I too busy trying to make everyone else happy so I resulted in being fake. I don’t even know...”

“I think you do know why, Y/N.”

September 3, 2021

Y/N stared at herself with a small smile, the light green silk showcased her body perfectly but it didn’t make her feel better. She spent two weeks looking for the perfect dress for her birthday but also her anniversary. All her friends used to tell her how cute it was that her anniversary with her boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, was on the same day. She thought so too but now she felt extra pressure on her chest. She had to dress sexy enough for their anniversary but covered enough for her family and friends. No one told her to do this but she wanted to show Hoseok that she could do both.

The day started off normal, Hoseok gave her kisses and got her breakfast in bed (something he always does for her on this day). The sweet moment quickly turned sour when she asked him about tour. She always wanted to go with him to explore the world but she was also scared to ask him. Today was the day she was going to ask because it was their third anniversary but also her best friend, Lee Luda, told her to ask. So, she did so and she regretted it. The fight made her confused because Hoseok told her that going on tour was his alone time and he needed his time away from her. Why would he need alone time away from her?

She shook her head and grabbed her clutch, when a note fell out of it,

Spring has flowers, summer has lemonade, fall has pumpkins, and winter has cuddles. Every year it's the same thing but for the last three years, you have given me pure happiness and things I would never imagine. Thank you for always giving me that, I can’t wait to experience more years with you.

I love you,

Y/N

She smiled at her note and she wanted to give it to him but he was nowhere to be seen. She bought him a watch but that was at home and she only had the note with her to somewhat celebrate their anniversary. She felt an arm around her shoulders and she hoped it was Hoseok but she was met with disappointment when she saw it was Jungkook giving her a wide smile. She gave him a quick smile and let out a small laugh when he pulled her away from the mirror to be in the front with all her friends and family. She laughed when she saw Jin holding a cake with candles on them. She looked at each of the members and gave them a smile as she watched Yoongi lighting up the candles.

“Happy birthday to you!!! Happy birthday to Y/N! Happy birthday to youuu!!”

She smiled at everyone at the party and blew out the candles as Jimin wrapped his arm around her shoulders laughing loudly in her ear. She smiled at him and placed the cake on the table as all the members of Bts rushed to her hugging her tightly. All the members except for one. When they all released her, she stood there looking around desperately for him but nothing. She sighed and closed her eyes feeling defeated but then she felt arms around her waist and she looked up to see Hoseok smiling down at her. He leaned down, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she let out a small laugh, “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you, Hobi. This party is everything.”

“I know you never had a birthday party before so I’m glad I can give you this.”

She smiled at this and turned around, wrapping her arms around his waist as he kissed the top of her head. The members cooed at the sight and Jimin took pictures of them hugging. Just then Luda grabbed her hand pulling her away from him, “Hoseok, you always take her away from me. It’s not fair.”

Y/N laughed at her whining tone and looked at Hoseok with a smile, “It's okay Luda, I always come back to you but remember Hoseok always has my heart.”

He smiled at her but scratched the back of his neck from her loving gaze. He kissed her forehead and waved goodbye to Luda as he walked away to go to the members. She watched him leave and her face turn slightly red as she looked back at Luda with a smile. Luda looked at her with a smile and kissed her cheek, “You seem so happy. That makes me happy. Is everything good with you and Hoseok now?”

The two girls walked away to sit at a far away table as Luda glanced between Y/N and Hoseok. Y/N sat in the chair and gave her friend an uneasy look as she took a sip of her drink, “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m mad at him for yelling at me on my birthday and our anniversary...but I do love him..”

Luda placed her hand on top of Y/N’s and gave her a sympathetic look, “You guys always fix things...do you want to vent about it again?”

“Why would he want alone time away from me? I barely see him as is.”

“Don’t you text him everyday?”

“So, I text you everyday.”

“But I’m not dating you...”

She frowned at this and glanced at him as Luda stared at her with a sad look, “He hasn’t said anything to me about the fight...”

“Maybe give him some space.”

Y/N turned back and Luda changed her face into a comforting face, “He leaves in a month.”

“This is your time to give him some space.”

She nodded her head at this and took another sip of her drink, “But it's my birthday...”

“Fine, do it next week then. I’m sure you guys are going to be busy tonight.”

The two girls continued to talk to each other as Hoseok glanced at her with a frown. He looked back at Yoongi with an annoyed look. He picked up his glass and took a big sip of his whiskey, making Yoongi raise his eyebrow, “Hobi, is everything okay?”

“No.”

Yoongi watched him pour himself another glass as he took a sip of his own whiskey, “What's wrong?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“What's wrong? You guys seemed to be fine yesterday.”

He sighed as he finished his second glass and he went to pour his third one, “She’s just been clingy.”

“You told us that she's always been affectionate and you like that. What's changed?”

“She asked me to come on tour with us when we go to Japan. Tour is the only time I can have alone time.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and sipped his whiskey, “You haven’t told her this?”

“I mean, I did.”

“How did you tell her?”

He sighed and poured his fourth glass as he rubbed his forehead, “I yelled at her.”

“It’s her birthday, you couldn’t wait till tomorrow?”

“No, because she asked me this morning and then I yelled at her. I know I'm a horrible boyfriend.”

“Yeah you are.”

Hoseok glared at him and shook his head, “I’ll make it up but what I said was true.”

“It may be true but it's how you said it. Talk to her and don’t just fuck her to solve it.”

He scoffed at this and rolled his eyes taking another sip of his whiskey, “If it works then it works.”

“Hoseok, that's not how you solve problems.”

“I’ll think about it...”

The two continued to talk as Y/N and Luda stood up moving their way down to grab some cake. Y/N stared down at the piece of red velvet cake with a frown. She always showed Hoseok how much she loved him no matter what. She would bring him flowers after his music show performances, message him every morning, make him lunch whenever he had practice, and would call his sister or his mother. She thought she was being the perfect partner but clearly to him she wasn’t. Hoseok is her first love and she didn’t want to lose him. If she had to, then she would change for him. It could make her a better person and make their relationship better for the both of them.

She felt an arm around her shoulders and she looked to see that Hoseok was giving her a drunk smile. She frowned at the fact he was drunk especially on her birthday and their anniversary. She gave him a fake smile and then she rolled her eyes at him, “Luda, can I stay at your place?”

She turned towards her friend with a frown and then she glanced at Hoseok with a glare, “Of course you can.”

She walked away and before she could Hoseok grabbed her wrist and gave her a, somewhat smirk, “I thought we were going to have fun tonight? It’s our anniversary.”

“You're drunk and I don’t have time for that. I asked you not to get drunk tonight but obviously you did the opposite.”

He rolled his eyes and let go of her wrist in annoyance, “Fine.”

He walked away and she watched with an annoyed face. She turned back to look at Luda who was shaking her head at the scene, “He didn’t even fight for me.”

Luda looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow, “What the hell are you talking about?”

She walked up to her and crossed her arms over her chest, “He should’ve said I’m sorry Y/N, I love you and I will never do that again.”

“In what universe would that happen?”

“Ours. This one! We’re in love, we’re supposed to be romantic and show it. Even in fights. It's our damn anniversary.”

Luda let out a scoff and rolled her eyes, “Y/N, listen to me. That should’ve been strike one...Hey, why don’t you do that this month.”

“Do what?”

“Keep a strike system with Hoseok. Listen, he's a great friend but I wouldn’t want him as a partner.”

“Don’t say that about him!”

“Y/N, he yelled at you on your birthday and then he got drunk when you specifically asked him not to. Two things a woman hates, being yelled at and not being listened to.”

“A strike system…do you think we’re heading for…separation?”

The two girls sat down at a random table as Luda handed her a beer, “You're not married and this isn’t the first time Hoseok has done something like this. Remember when you asked him to pick your cousin up from daycare because you had a meeting and he told you it was your problem.”

Y/N looked away from her as she took a sip of the beer, “He had dance practice…”

“Or that time when he lied about you guys being together to the waitress and he flirted with her.”

“We got free noodles out of it…”

“Or-”

Y/N slammed her beer on the table and gave her a frown, “I get it. I’ll do the strike system but I don’t think nothing is going to happen. He loves me and I love him, it’s as simple as that.”

“Tonight is strike one. Sometimes it works out but sometimes it doesn’t and that’s okay.”

“Shut up...strike one it is.”

Y/N loves Hoseok. There wasn’t a moment that she ever doubted her love for him but there were moments where she doubted him. Again after being together for three years, she thought they would have a more stable life together. Her parents were only together for two years before they got married and she was now doubting her relationship, especially since what happened on her birthday and their anniversary. She spent the night at Luda’s and she didn’t even get a message from Hoseok and this annoyed her. Why wouldn’t he message her? She spent the night away from him, he should be worried about her.

She even sent a message to him that she was heading to work but she got nothing. Which is why she was standing at the register with a frown. Today was slow, which didn’t help her as she continued to stare at her phone. Hoping it would light up or do something at this point.

“The more you stare at it, the less brain cells you'll have.”

Y/N jumped at the voice and turned to glare at her manager, Perrie, “Fucking hell...I’m not staring at it...”

“You’ve been staring at your phone for an hour now.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and glanced down at her phone and then back to her manager. Her manager raised her eyebrow at this and shook her head, “What happened with your rapper?”

“What makes you think something happened?”

“Just tell me what happened.”

Y/N sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, “He got drunk last night on our birthday and anniversary...He also yelled at me.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to go with him on tour to see Japan but he said that it was his alone time. Why would he say that? I barely get to see him and when I do see him, he says that. My parents always spend time together and they’ve been together for thirty-five years.”

Perrie raised her eyebrow at this and glanced at the door to see a customer walk in, “Y/N, you do realize that you're not your parents.”

“I-I know that but...I love him and he loves me, isn’t that enough?”

“Clearly it's not, I have to check on some documents in my office. Listen, how about you take a thirty instead of a fifteen.”

“Okay...”

She watched Perrie leave her sight and sigh looking down at her register with a frown. She packed her things up and grabbed her purse heading towards the cafe next door. She looked at the menu and smiled when she saw Hoseok’s favorite drink and decided to order it thinking it would make her feel better. The moment she tasted the familiar ingredients, the memories of the fight with Hoseok came to her mind. She was hurt that Hoseok was pushing away and even got drunk on their/her special day. She tried to disregard the fight because even though Hoseok wasn’t perfect, their relationship was close to being perfect (in her eyes). Hoseok was her first love and she wanted him to be her last. All she had to do was be the perfect girlfriend and hopefully, the perfect wife in the soon future.

Deep down, she knew this wasn’t good for her. She knew that Hoseok wasn’t treating her the way she deserved but she loved him. None of her family members had a problem with finding a partner and even her older cousin was married to her first boyfriend. She didn't want to look like she couldn’t get someone to love her nor did she want her family to worry about her. Her parents always told her that love will conquer everything and that's all you needed for relationships.

She finished her drink and she looked up shocked to see a frantic Hoseok looking around the cafe. She raised her eyebrow at this and then she locked eyes with him making a shiver go down her back. He walked up to her and sat at the table and she stared at the dark wood, waiting for him to say something first.

“Y/N-ah...I’m sorry for last night.”

She looked up at him with a frown and started to play with the empty cup, “Why did you drink?”

He scratched the back of his neck and gave her a nervous laugh, “I was mad about the fight and I wanted to forget it. Will you let me make it up tonight?”

Her face slowly formed a smile and looked at him with a quick nod, “What are you going to do?”

“Take you out to dinner and celebrate the right way, if you let me?”

“Okay. I would love that, Hobi.”

He smiled at this and leaned forward giving her a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll see after your shift.”

“Okay.”

She watched him leave and she started to giggle to herself. She felt the butterflies erupting in her stomach and she was excited for tonight. She grabbed her things and headed back with a little jump in her step. She knew Hoseok would always fix things with her and make her feel loved. Maybe she was overreacting with her feelings from the night before. All the things that Luda said to her became silent in her mind as the excitement for tonight replaced it.

When her shift was over, she rushed to clock out and got in her car at record speed. She hasn’t had a date with Hoseok in two months because he was busy with dance practices and sound checks. She understood he was busy but she did get annoyed when Jungkook or Yoongi would text her that they were hanging out at a restaurant instead of working. Tonight was going to be everything she wanted and more, she knew that much.

She got dressed in a floral halter silk dress and did her make up the way she wanted. She decided to wear her hair in a slicked back ponytail and she looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. She felt the opposite of how she felt yesterday and was excited for whatever was going to happen. She headed downstairs and sat on their couch as she stared at the blank television with a smile. That smile quickly turned into a frown.

She was now laying on the couch when she saw that an hour had passed and she still hadn't heard anything from Hoseok. Maybe he was finishing things up and then he was coming. She got up and called Luda.

“Luda-ah...”

“Y/N, I thought you had that date with Hoseok?”

“He’s running late.”

“It's been an hour. What the hell is he doing?”

She sighed at this and looked down at her painted toes with a frown as she walked back into their bedroom, “I think he's busy...”

“Then why did he ask you on a date?”

She laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling with annoyance, “Maybe something came up, you never know.”

“Oh, I do know.”

“What?”

“He just walked in with the other members. He so stupid. Doesn’t he know I work at the bar on weekdays. Do you want me to yell at him?”

“No...Don’t do anything. I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N-ah.”

She tossed her phone onto the bed and took her hair out of the ponytail in a harsh manner. She glanced at the mirror against the wall and shook her head, strike two. She took her dress off and tossed it in the dirty clothes, too lazy to hang it up. She put on Hoseok’s shirt and jumped into the bed. She grabbed her phone from the other side and opened up her instagram to see that Jimin posted on his private instagram of everyone drinking. She liked the picture and put her phone on her nightstand with annoyance.

An hour later, She felt the bed move and she opened her eyes but she didn’t turn around to see him. It wasn’t until the smell of flowers hit her nose that she got up and turned to look at him. There he was holding a bouquet of red roses and her favorite cake in the other hand. He gave her a sheepish look and put the cake on the floor and the flowers on the bed, “They took my phone away because they wanted to celebrate us finishing a track....I wanted to call you but no one would let me.”

“But...Jimin posted a picture.”

“That dick, he was the one that took our phones away.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and took the flowers away from him and smiled at them, “Thank you...”

“I know how much you love red roses and red velvet cake. It's me saying sorry, again.”

“You have to get me lunch tomorrow.”

He gave a quick smile and leaned forward giving her a firm kiss on her lips. Her eyes widened at the sudden kiss but she quickly closed her eyes and returned the kiss with the same firmness. When he pulled away, he gave her a quick smirk and took a single rose from the bouquet and turned towards her. She raised her eyebrow at him but she continued to watch with curious eyes. He brought the flower up to her face and let the petals crease her face gently making her blush deepen. She gave him a shy smile as he brought the flower down to her neck sending shivers down her back. She brought the flower down to circle around her nipple and she closed her eyes looking away holding in a moan. He smirked at this and shook his head, “Don’t look away.”

She turned her head and stared at him as she nodded her head, “Sorry...”

“Always have your eyes on me, no matter what.”

He took the bouquet out of her hand and tossed it next to the cake but he kept the rose in his hand. He glanced down at her shirt and she quickly nodded her head, knowing what he wanted her to do. She quickly took the shirt off as fast as she could because she knew how impatient he can get. He smirked down at her bare body and brought the flower down to her chin down to the middle of chest, making her shiver. He smirked at the reaction and went to her nipple again and circled it. She brought her hand up covering her small moan, he glanced at her with a glare and she brought her hand down to her side when she saw his eyes.

They stared at each other for seconds but it felt hours to her. Just looking into his eyes made her feel like everything was going to be okay. All the worries that Luda brought up were put to rest when she saw his dark brown eyes looking into hers. It was everything she ever wanted. He tossed the rose to the side and stared down at her with his dark brown eyes that seemed to be darker because of the lust that was building up. He leaned in for another kiss but this time she tasted the alcohol on his tongue making her mentally scoffed. She wondered if he would remember this tomorrow morning and she gently pushed him away.

“You’ve been drinking, let's stop.”

Hoseok leaned away with a confused look and shook his head, “I had two drinks, that's it, are you not in the mood?”

“You only had two drinks?”

“Yeah, one for the celebration and then one with Jimin. I made sure my drink had more juice in it. I’m not drunk, Y/N.”

She nodded her head and leaned forward giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose, “Okay...”

Hoseok smiled at this and leaned forward giving her a quick kiss on the lips. His hands started roaming all over her body, groping her curves as he gently pushed her on the bed again.

“You know you look so fucking good like this.” She looked away with a red face but Hoseok pinched her nipples hard, making her look at him with a loud moan, “What did I say about your eyes?

“I’m sorry Ho-”

“That’s not my name.”

She swallowed her spit and nodded her head, “I’m sorry...sir.”

He smirked at this and released her nipple as he got off the bed making her look at him with a confused look. He pulled her body to the edge of the bed as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Y/N gasped in pleasure as she felt his fingers pull her folds apart so he could admire her fully.

“Please sir.” Y/N whined as she reached for Hoseok and her hand found his hair pulling it gently so they could make eye contact.

“Please what, Y/N?” Hoseok smirked at her pleading voice as he rubbed her thighs up and down, making her shiver.

“Sir, please eat me out. Please-”

Y/N’s next words were cut off by a satisfied moan as Hoseok gave in quicker than usual. Hoseok let her pull his face between her legs and immediately began to lap at her swollen clit. His hands gripped onto her thighs to keep them apart as he sucked on the little bud. She whined and panted in pure bliss as she held Hoseok’s head firmly in place. She removed her hands away from him and one hand gripped on the sheet as the other hand groped herself. She started to play with her nipple to add more pleasure, indulging herself.

“Sir, please!” Y/N whimpered as she felt another lick and she arched her back against the bed.

“Don’t worry baby, think of this as one of many gifts for your birthday.”

Hoseok mumbled against her pussy, making her moan at the sensation. Without another word, Hoseok dove back in. She almost started screaming as she felt the harsh suck on her clit as he pushed two fingers into her hole without warning.

“Sir!”

Y/N squealed in surprise as Hoseok pumped his fingers inside of her while abusing her clit with his tongue. His other hand kept her legs open, holding one down as she squirmed helplessly under his kiss. It was too much for her. Y/N fisted the sheets, trying to push herself away out of instinct as she felt Hoseok’s fingers curled to hit her deep. She closed her eyes as she started to orgasm and Hoseok continued to suck on her sensitive clit and pressed against her spot until she was pushing him away.

Hoseok pulled away panting with his face glistening and looked down at her with a smile as he rubbed her thighs to comfort her, “Just wait until tomorrow for your other gifts.”

The next morning, Hoseok kissed her forehead and headed out for practice. Y/N was giddy from last night and Luda clearly saw this when they went on their coffee date. Y/N gave her a smile as she took a sip of her coffee, “How was your night?”

“It was fine, did you like the red velvet cake?”

Y/N nodded her head but then she raised her eyebrow at her, “I didn’t tell you...”

“You didn’t have to, I was the one that bought the cake.”

Y/N’s smile dropped and looked at her with a frown as Luda was laughing to herself, “What do you mean, Luda?”

Luda stopped laughing and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “I bought the cake and flowers for you.”

“Hoseok told me that he bought the cake and flowers...”

“He told you that? That motherfucker, I told him to tell you the truth. He saw me and started freaking out because one, he saw me and two, he saw that you liked Jimin’s picture. He ran up to me and asked me what he could do and I told him to get a cake and flowers. He said that's impossible because of the time and I knew you were upset. I told him I’ll give him the cake and flowers that I bought for you but he had to tell you the truth.”

She stared at her with wide eyes and nodded her head slowly at the news. She then looked at her with some blush appearing on her face, “You bought me all that? Why?”

“I hate seeing you sad. If I was in...If it was up to me, I would always make you happy, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled to herself and looked down at the table with a shy gaze and she let out a small cough, “What do you think I should do?”

“Tell him that you know. Y/N, he lied to you.”

“He said he had more gifts for me today because of what happened...”

“Y/N, do you think he would do that?”

“You have no faith in him...”

Luda looked at her with an annoyed look and rolled her eyes, “Of course I don’t have faith in him, he lies to you and treats you badly.”

“He doesn’t always do that, nobody is perfect.”

“You don’t have to be perfect to treat someone good.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something but she immediately closed it because she knew Luda was right. The rest of the breakfast went smoothly but Y/N kept thinking about Hoseok. Was she going to talk to him about it or should she wait until tomorrow to bring it up? She wanted at least one night where everything is good, not perfect but close enough. She waved goodbye to Luda and headed to her work with a frown. Why couldn’t she have one day that everything went perfect?

She walked into the store when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She took it out with a nonchalant attitude but it quickly turned into a frown.

Can we do a raincheck? I’m sorry but I have to work on this dance with Jimin.

She stared at her phone with a frown and then she unlocked the phone. She clicked on Jimin’s contact and asked him, Are you busy tonight?

No, tonight me and Taehyung are going to get this game. Why?

Oh no, I was just asking lol thanks

No problem

She put her phone back into her pocket and she walked into the office to check in for her day. She felt so stupid for thinking Hoseok would put her first or even try to fix things with her but at least he did something for her last night. She walked out of the room feeling her phone vibrating and she took out the screen of Hoseok sending her texts but this only caused her to shake her head. She shut off her phone and headed to the registrar, she won’t let him ruin today. Strike two.

It's been two weeks and nothing has changed for Y/N and Hoseok. He never made up for her birthday nor did he bring up the lies he told her. Y/N went back to the original plan and gave the distance that Hoseok wanted and honestly, she didn’t think he noticed it or cared. She's been taking more shifts and hanging out with Luda more and she realized something, the happiest she felt is when she was with Luda. Hoseok had a week left before going on tour and he told her that this week is going to be about them. She was excited but in the back of her mind, she had her doubts about him.

She put on a light pink silk dress that had a floral and butterflies all over the dress with a slit that went up to her thigh. She was going to get tea with Luda this Monday morning and she was excited to see her. She put her hair up in a simple bun and plain hoop earrings, she felt really pretty today. She headed downstairs and her eyes widened when she saw Hoseok on the couch drinking his coffee.

“Hoseok?”

He turned towards her and gave her a quick smile showing off his dimples, “I’ve been waiting for you, love.”

“For what?”

He tilted his head in confusion and stood up from the couch, “I’m going to take you out for breakfast and spend the whole day with you. I told you this week is about us.”

“Oh, you were being serious...”

“What was that?”

Y/N gave him a smile and shook her head, “Nothing but umm, I’m meeting Luda at this cafe...”

“Haven’t you been with her everyday these past two weeks?”

“Yeah, so? You're always with the boys.”

“That’s fair but I thought we could spend this week together before I go away...”

She looked down at her feet as she scratched the back of her neck, not knowing what to do. If this was Y/N from two weeks ago then she would jump into his arms and go with him but this time it's different. All she wanted to do was to go be with Luda this morning, to start the day off right. She looked at him with a nervous smile, “I’ll go with Luda for breakfast and then I’ll spend the rest of the day with you. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine with me. Can you get me a blueberry muffin?”

“Okay. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Have fun!!”

She waved and said her goodbyes to him, leaving him with a wide smile on his face. Maybe it was all in her head that Hoseok was bad for her. She's been with him for three years and every couple goes through their rough spots, maybe this was their rough spot. She knew she loved him and he loves her (at least that's what she thinks). She continued to make her way to the cafe and memories of Hoseok floated in her mind.

Two years ago

It was the day after Hoseok's birthday and they were finally celebrating it alone. She was there with the other members but today was only about them and no one else. Everything was perfect.

Y/N was dressed in an emerald silk dress that showed off her collarbones perfectly and she had the diamond choker that he had bought her for Christmas. She looked amazing, Luda told her that countless times that day. She needed to hear that, it made her feel even more confident. Luda was the one that helped her pick out the dress for today.

Which brought Y/N to the hotel room with Hoseok. His hands left her hips to fly up to the headboard and his pace increased, his chest pressed against Y/N’s back. His low grunts echoed through the room and ears making her moan at the sound, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Ah! I love you Hoseok!”

He clenched his jaw at her confession, slamming against her roughly as his hips slapped against her ass. She let out a small welp at the roughness and she was sure that her hips were going to have bruises from his grip. His thrusts were getting sloppier until he was fully pressed against her and they both let out loud groans as he came inside.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed through the room and he slowly pushed off of her as she dropped to the bed. He looked at her and smiled, he leaned forward giving a soft kiss to her shoulder.

“Neh, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Round two in the shower?”

“....Okay.”

“Y/N!?”

She shook her head and looked at Luda who was staring at her with a raised eyebrow. She gave her a quick smile and took a sip of her tea, “Sorry Luda...”

“Are you alright? Do you have something on your mind?”

She nodded her head and gave her a nervous look, “I have to leave early...Hoseok is going to take me out for dinner.”

“Oh...”

Luda looked at her with a look that she has never seen before and it made her heart ache. She looked down at the white table cloth not knowing what to do and slowly looked up to see Luda looking away from her, “Luda...are you mad?”

“I’m not mad...are you sure it's wise to go back to normal?

Y/N tilted her head at this and gave her a confused look, “He's leaving for tour soon and I won’t see him for a long time. Well, face to face...”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Y/N.”

“I just want to be with him because I won’t see him for a while, is that so bad?”

“It’s bad when he treats you badly.”

Y/N bit her lip and stirred her drink as Luda continued to stare at her waiting for anything. Y/N stopped and looked at Luda with a sad smile, “He leaves soon and maybe the stress of the tour made him act like this. You know how he gets.”

“Y/N...will this make you happy?”

“We’ll see but when he leaves for tour at least we can be together more.”

Luda let out an awkward laugh and nodded her head, “Yeah...”

The rest of the breakfast was awkward, well for Y/N. She didn’t want to leave Luda because she actually wanted to go to her house and watch movies but she knew she couldn’t just leave Hoseok. Especially when she saw the smile on his face, it was the same smile that she saw in the beginning of their relationship. It gave her hope that things were going to be normal again.

Y/N and Hoseok were having dinner at a fancy restaurant after having a quickie on the couch. Y/N had to take a shower afterwards and she had changed her outfit after he accidentally ripped the dress. She was now in a lavender sweetheart dress and white heels as Hoseok was dressed in a suit. She glanced at him as he gave her a quick smirk, “What’s on your mind, love?”

“You...thank you for setting up this date.”

“Of course, I’m going to miss you when I’m on tour. Thank you for sticking around.”

“Always.”

She watched him lift his champagne glass and she followed suit giving him a shy smile. The glasses clinked and she took a sip of her champagne as Hoseok put the glass down, not drinking any. She raised her eyebrow and put the glass back on the table and tilted her head at him, “Why aren’t you drinking?”

“Because I want to be sober when I fuck you in the car.”

Her face turned red and let out a small cough, making Hoseok let out a laugh, “Hoseok-ah, you can’t just say that in public.”

“You better hurry up and eat or I’ll be extra rough on you.”

The two ate dinner as fast as they could and Hoseok didn’t even look at the price on the receipt. He grabbed her wrist and rushed to his car as Y/N let out a small laugh at the eagerness of him. He opened the door that led to his backseat and before she entered the car, Hoseok turned her head giving her a passionate kiss. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to kiss him harder making his arms automatically go around her waist and she did the same but around his neck. When they moved away, she gave him a quick smile before entering the car and as she did so, Hoseok smacked her ass.

He quickly entered the car and made sure the car was locked. He had to say his thanks to Jungkook for getting his windows tinted. He pushed down his pants and boxers as Y/N lifted up her dress skirt. He tilted his head at her, “No underwear?”

“I didn’t want panty lines...”

“Better access for me.”

“Y/N, I’m going to miss you when I leave.” He held her close to his chest, groaning when she finally grinded on his cock. She let out a small moan and leaned forward giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I’m going to miss you too, Hobi~.”

She moved her face into his neck and she sucked lightly on his skin, making him groan out. He grabbed her ass with both hands with a tight grip as she continued to ride him.

“Fuck, Y/N. I love you and your pussy.”

“I’ll always love you, Hobi~.”

She kissed him gently as she began to move her hips faster, lifting herself up and down. She felt the car move with her and she hoped that no one was in the parking lot at that moment. He threw his head back against the seat and she smiled at the sight. She continued to move up and down and Hoseok let out a loud groan and leaned forward sucking her nipple.

“I’m gonna come, keep going baby.”

She nodded her head at this and continued to move the best she could. He noticed her moves were starting to get sloppy and he gripped her hips thrusting up into her. She closed her eyes tightly and she let her head go back as she let out a moan. He moved faster and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward giving him a firm kiss.

“Baby, can I come in you?”

“Ah, yeah.”

Hearing her approval made him move faster and his grip on her hips became tighter. She let out a loud moan when she felt the familiar warmth filling her up and her own orgasm took over her. She leaned forward putting her forehead on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist. The breathing in the car was the only sound and he turned his head giving her a kiss on her cheek.

She let out a small giggle and turned to face him with a dazed look, “I love you, Hoseok.”

“I love you, Y/N. Fuck, we need to go home because I’m not done with you.”

“Hobi...no more than three rounds, please.”

“We’ll see.”

The next morning, Y/N woke up and saw that Hoseok was gone, making her raise her eyebrow. She checked her phone and saw that he had an emergency meeting with Namjoon and to leave in a hurry. She texted him back with a simple okay. She didn’t bother getting dressed in her normal attire and headed downstairs to make some tea. When she walked into the kitchen, she heard the door and walked to it with a yawn escaping her mouth. She opened the door and saw Luda with a drink and bag of treats.

“Good morning-” Luda looked down and nodded her head at her attire, Y/N missed the hurt that flashed in her eyes, “Long night?”

“Yeah, come in.”

The two girls went to the couch as Y/N glanced at her with a smile, “Are you okay? You're extra quiet.”

“Just thinking...Do you ever think about college?”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at this and took a sip of her tea, “All the time, why?”

Luda nodded her head at this and took a bite of her muffin with a shrug, “Just asking.”

“Do you think of college a lot?”

Luda set her muffin down on the coffee table and turned towards Y/N, “Y/N... do you ever think about us?”

“Why?”

Luda shook her head and looked at her with a small smile, “Forget it, are we still up for lunch?”

“Of course we are.”

“Did you hear about Yeri?”

Y/N glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, “Yeri? The girl that I used to talk to in chemistry?”

“Yeah, she’s getting married to her partner. Her name is Yon. I think we should go.”

“Yeri’s getting married?”

“I know you guys had that little fling but I’m sure everything is in the past. Plus, you have Hoseok. He fucked the straight into you.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and she took a sip of her tea with an unsure expression, “Yeah…”

That whole week was filled with dates and multiple orgasms for the couple. Hoseok almost missed his ride to meet up with the others at the airport. It's now been three weeks since Hoseok left for tour and things have been normal. She facetimed him every other day, sending him messages and even did a strip tease for him. She's been with Luda almost everyday and everything was normal.

That night, she was getting ready for bed when she saw that Hoseok was calling for their nightly routine. She was excited to talk to him because she wanted to tell him that Luda and her were thinking of going on a trip to France. She picked up the phone and put her toothbrush back in the cup.

“Heyyy, Hobi. How is everything?”

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

She raised her eyebrow at the serious tone and headed towards the bedroom with a concerned look. She sat on the bed rubbing her arm in a nervous manner, “What do we need to talk about?”

“I think we need to break up.”

Her eyes widened and she dropped her phone on the carpet under her. She didn’t know what to say to him or how to react at this moment. She stared at the wall with a blank expression and it wasn’t until she heard his voice calling out her name. She moved quickly to her phone and picked it up, “Hoseok, why?”

“Listen Y/N, I don’t think me being in a relationship right now is good.”

“Everything was going good...WHY NOW!”

“I just don’t want a relationship right now. We’ve been going to clubs and honestly, I miss just hooking up with people. Feeling free.”

“You can’t even wait until you come home to discuss this with me. Face to face and not over the phone. Feeling free? What the hell does that mean?”

“Why wait when I made the decision now. I just feel like your stopping me from exploring life. I saw Jimin drink and brought a girl back to his room while I was alone talking to you. I want to drink and have fun.”

“Hoseok!? I’m in this relationship too, don’t I have a say in this?”

“You're just going to say you don’t want to break up. Listen, we’re both 27 and we deserve to explore life. I have to go.”

“Wait, Hoseok!”

She heard silence on the other side of her phone and she dropped to her knees with a shocked look. What the hell just happened? She pinched herself to make sure she was up and sure enough, she was. She got up from the carpet and stared at herself with wide eyes, she didn’t even notice she was crying. She gently wiped away her tears and went down to grab her phone. She dialed the number that she knew could help her

“Y/N? It's late, is everything okay?”

“Luda...Hoseok just broke up with me...”

She didn’t remember the conversation but she went to lay down on the bed with a blank expression. She thought everything was going back to normal, when she had Hoseok loving her and their relationship would forward into marriage. What was she going to tell her parents? They would feel disappointed in her that she couldn’t get married the same way they did. Was she not enough for Hoseok? Did she do something to push him away?

She heard footsteps and looked up to see Luda looking at her with a concerned look, “Y/N?”

The sound of her voice made her heart break even more and she started crying with a sad smile on her face, “I guess there's something wrong with me.”

“Y/N...”

“I thought Hoseok loved me...I really thought we were going to get married and have a family. Did I not show him enough love?”

Luda walked forward and sat on the bed as she shook her head, “Y/N, this isn’t your fault. You have to know that.”

“Then why did he break up with me?”

“Maybe he was just stress Y/N-”

“My parents are going to be disappointed in me.”

Luda raised her eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything and placed a plastic bag on the bed, “I bought your favorite candies and drinks. How about we watch something to get your mind off.”

“Luda, I....I don't know what to do.”

“Y/N, for tonight let's just watch something-”

“You don’t understand! My whole family is going to look at me as useless because I couldn’t get someone to stay with me.”

Luda blinked her eyes at her as she looked away with a frown, “I stayed with you...through everything. I never left you, Y/N.”

Y/N looked at Luda and as another tear fell down her face, “That's true...Luda, I-”

“I’m going to head home because I have work tomorrow. You should go through the bag and go crazy. I guess give Hoseok a couple of days because no matter what...you guys always fix things.”

“Luda, don’t leave.”

Luda shook her head and stood up from the bed and looked at Y/N with a hard look, “Are you even upset that Hoseok broke up with you or are you upset that you're single?”

“I’m upset that he broke-”

“Don’t lie. The moment I entered you were talking about your parents. This whole relationship was you trying to please him so he could stay with you and for what? To prove to your parents that you can be the same as them?”

Y/N glared at her and stood up from the bed, “You don’t know anything.”

“I know enough, Y/N. Are you sad that he won’t be with you anymore?”

Y/N bit her lip and looked away as she hugged herself, “I-I don’t know.”

“Does he know that you’ve only been with girls before you met him? Do you think that could be the reason why you never felt right in the relationship? Think about it Y/N, you only told your parents about him because he's a man. Your parents think Hoseok is your first ever significant other, just like Hoseok, you lied. I’ve kept my mouth shut about this for three years, no more.”

Y/N turned her head to look at Luda with tears running down her face and shook her head, “I have to be with Hoseok-”

“Because of your parents or because you love him?” Luda was met with silence as Y/N was looking at the wall with a blank expression. She let out a scoff and shook her head, “The more you hide your true self, the more you lose yourself. Y/N, tell me right now. Tell me the truth.”

Y/N looked back at Luda and shook her head, “I don’t know...”

“That's the problem Y/N. I can’t always give you the answers, you need to figure it out. For yourself.”

Y/N watched Luda walk out of the room and she stood there for a couple of seconds when she realized what was happening. She ran down the stairs and grabbed Luda’s wrist but she didn’t turn around to look at her, “Luda, don’t leave. I need you here.”

“Y/N...as much as I want to be here for you, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Luda turned around and looked at her with a glare, “Because for three years you picked him over me.” Y/N stood there in shock and stared at her with wide eyes. Luda shook her head and pushed Y/N’s hand off of her wrist, “I have always been there for you, Y/N. I always helped you with outfits for dates because in the back of my head I pretended you were going on dates with me. I was always there to pick up the broken pieces, pieces that were broken because of him. Y/N, what about me? You always went on breakfast dates with me and shit, even dinner. We even kissed in college...Did that mean nothing to you?”

Y/N shook her head and started crying again, “It made me so happy, Luda. I don’t want to lose you. Please.”

“I need to go Y/N...I’ll see you later.”

Y/N watched Luda leave and she shook her head at this. She opened her door and ran out to see Luda enter her car. Y/N started crying and tried to run up to her car but it was too late. She watched the car drive off and she fell down on the concrete with all the hope leaving her body. She started to sob to herself as she brought her knees to her chest, what was she going to do without Luda. Luda was everything to her and now she's gone...

Y/N sat at the park reading her textbook when she heard footsteps making her look up because she knew who it was, “Luda, you're late.”

“Sorry, I was turning in my paper.”

Y/N smiled at her and closed her textbook, putting it to the side as Luda sat next to her. The tension between them was awkward until Luda let out a small cough, “Are we going to talk about last night?”

“I was going to ask you that...”

The two glanced at each other and then immediately looked away in nervousness. The night before, Y/N and Luda went out to a party that was being held at Luda’s friend's frat house. The two were excited because it was their first college party. The moment they entered, they started drinking. They had so many solo cups that even the frat boys were impressed by them.

The two sat outside alone and they looked up at the sky with drunken eyes. When they looked back down, they both leaned forward and gave each other a firm kiss before Y/N passed out in Luda’s arms. The two only made it back to their dorm because of Luda’s friend and she was grateful for him.

The two stared at each other and Luda let out a small laugh, “Was it a good kiss?”

“It was...Luda I don’t know. What do you want to do with this?”

Luda raised an eyebrow and looked at her confused, “What do you mean?”

“My parents would never let me be with a girl.”

Luda frowned at this and nodded her head, “It was a drunk kiss...that's all...”

Y/N sat on the bed and continued to stare at the wall with her swollen eyes. She glanced at her phone and realized it's only been an hour since Hoseok broke up with her. An hour and she was more upset that Luda left her. She grabbed her phone and dialed Hoseok’s number. When she heard her name on the other side she shook her head, “Hoseok, I wish you the best. I truly do and I don’t have any grudges. Thank you for giving me three years of this relationship, I think this is what I needed. Bye.”

Before he could say anything she ended the call but it didn’t make her feel any better like she thought it would.

A week has passed and finally blocked Hoseok’s number. It was ridiculous, he was the one that broke up with her and he was the one that called and texted her. She still hasn't heard from Luda and this broke her heart even more. Today though, she was going to face Luda. Today was her parents' anniversary at the family home and like every year, Luda was invited. Y/N still hasn't told them that she was single and honestly, she wasn’t planning on doing that.

She dressed herself in a simple pink dress and sat at the table with her sister and brother-in-law. She took a sip of her water as her sister leaned towards her with a smug look, making her feel annoyed, “Where’s your famous boyfriend? It’s been three years and you still haven’t gotten a ring.”

“It’s been almost four years that you’ve been married but you're living with omma and appa. Where's your house, Kayla?”

Kayla scoffed at this and leaned away with her arms crossed, “At least I got married.”

Y/N glanced between her sister and her brother-in-law who was flirting with the event planner, “You seem really happy in that marriage of yours. Now, I’m going to leave.”

Y/N stood up and walked away from her sister's glare. She walked inside her house and was going to head inside the kitchen when she heard her parents' hushed voices.

“I can’t believe you cheated on me, again.”

“Harin, get over it. I ended the relationship a month ago.”

She heard a deep sigh and then what sounded like a glass leaving the counter, “I only married you to please my parents.”

“I only married you because your father threatened me.”

Y/N eyes widened at this and walked away before she heard anymore. She walked up to her old room and quietly closed the door. She sat on the bed with her knees to her chest as she stared at her wall. Everyone in her family has a failed marriage she bet. After hearing from her parents and then witnessing her sister’s husband, what was the point of the tradition of marrying your first partner? All it did was give pressure to both parties.

She heard the door open and she looked and her eyes widened to see Luda in a light blue dress giving her a small smile, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

They both stared at each other before Luda made her way to sit on the edge of the bed. Luda looked down at the carpet before meeting Y/N’s eyes, “You seem like you got stuff on your mind...”

“Luda, I’m sorry. You were right. Everything I did was for my parents and my family...I’m sorry.”

Luda nodded her head and pushed some hair behind Y/N’s ear and they both stared at each other, “I’m glad you can see that, Y/N. Want to ditch this party and go get muffins?”

“I would love too...”

She walked out of the house with Luda by her side and eyes widened when saw a familiar figure, “Hoseok?”

He turned his head towards her and ran up to her, grabbing her hands in the process. Luda looked between the two with a raised eyebrow but continued to stand there, not saying a word. Y/N gave him a confused look and gently moved his hands out of hers, “What are you doing here?”

“I knew it was your parents anniversary and I wanted-”

“Hoseok, we are not together anymore. You can’t just show up.”

“I know but-”

“Y/N, you're not with Hoseok anymore? Why? What did you do?”

Y/N’s head whipped around to see her parents standing there giving her a disapproving look as her sister gave her an evil smirk. Y/N continued to stare at her parents with wide eyes until her father looked between Hoseok and her, “Are you guys going to get back together?”

“No...we're not.” Hoseok looked at Y/N with wide eyes but she never met his gaze. Y/N scoffed at her parents and shook her head at her family, “All this time, I thought there was something wrong with me but in reality this whole family is fucked up.”

“What did you just say-”

“THIS WHOLE FAMILY IS FUCKED UP! The fact that your forcing marriage onto your kids is fucked up but not only that, setting up a weird standard. You don’t have to marry your first partner or love. It should be the person you can see a future with no matter what-” She glanced at Luda and gave her quick smile and then back at her parents with a hard glare, “You told me I have to be with a man to continue our tradition and honestly, that’s so stupid. I’M GAY! And I don’t care if you don’t like it because all of you have horrible marriages and lives. I will not continue that. Hoseok, I hope you have fun at the party. Goodbye.”

She turned around and grabbed Luda’s hand leaving everyone there shocked at her outburst. Luda let out a small laugh when they entered her car and she glanced at Y/N, “That was new for you.”

“Yeah...it was.. It felt good.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you. I deserve a fucking muffin.”

May 1, 2022

“Do you want to continue what we talked about from last week?”

Y/N took a sip of her water and nodded her head slowly at the doctor, “Is that okay?”

“Of course, these sessions are for you. We can talk about whatever you want.”

“I think you do know why, Y/N.”

Y/N nodded her head and gave her therapist a smile, “I do know why...”

“How about you say it out loud.”

“I’m…I’m gay...but I’m not ready to go into a relationship...I don’t want Luda waiting for me because I’m not ready. its not fair to her.”

Her therapist smiled at her and quickly took a sip of her coffee, “From what you told me about Luda, it seems like she would do anything for you. Don’t think of it as unfair for her, think of it as a time you're giving yourself to love her, truly.”

She nodded her head at this and smiled to herself, “It felt good saying that out loud...that I’m...that I’m gay.”

“Acceptance is the first step and it's the biggest step you could ever take.”

Y/N nodded her head at this and smiled to herself. For the first time in a while she could finally say to herself that everything was going to be okay. She may have loved Hoseok back then but it wasn’t real love, it was a facade that she forced on herself. Everything about that relationship was fake and now she had to move on, for herself. It was time to live her life the way she wanted, with no restrictions. She deserves that much.

And I don't wanna feel, I don't wanna feel hollow. Chasin' you and me, chasin' all of these shadows. This ain't a heartbreak anthem. I don't care what happened, But I ain't got no time to dwell on it.

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spookyserenades · 6 months

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hi second part 👋🏼

hobi- just remembered this, when y/n, Ben, Alice, and Laura text about how hot the hybrids are I thin mainly hobi omg they cracked me up sm. The im married not blind part was so funny 😂

jimin- i don’t remember much from the chapter in September I don’t think we saw much of him but in this recent chapter OMG he was such a sweet pea!!! Y/n really went all out getting his HORSE shipped here. And jimin saying happy b day to join was so sweet cause every one’s warming up to joon after the fight a bit and I think everyone is warming up in general. Anyways y/nie goes above and beyond for her boys and ahhhh so sweet. He was so happy too you could tell he wanted to cry gosh. I love when jimin can’t handle his alcohol well I can just imagine his red cheeks eeek I hope we get to travel and see his family too. He’s defiantly been working hard on the barn, and when she mention he was shirtless at some point 🥵 I cant- im sorry I’m on my period that my horrible excuse anyways -

taehyung- him wanting to take photography and him taking pics of HER STOP ✋ no author u need to stop it’s too much like omg and when they held each other afterward I melted like I TURNED into a puddle of the floor and I’m only able to write this now bc it’s so cold here that I froze and turned back into my human form. She’s possessive and irl tae is too cause like do u remember the perila leaf débat he would get so jelly if his gf peeled off a leaf for a guy friend. The dinner scene where the waiter was making eyes an y/n and tae held her waist and GLARED that’s some dominance right there. I forgot about including the piano scenes in yoongi so I’ll add them here. the pic tae took of their feet sounded so cute and I’m glad yoongi and tae are getting more comfy w each other (cause I think yoongi chose to sit next to him asp) also cause when y/n was thinking abt how she didn’t want him to be alone 🥺😩 yes tae we want you to interact w the others~ Tae LOVES her touches too he reacts easily in just a snap 🫰

jungkook- ahh yes our angst boi- his birthday party scene was so cute he was so flustered and malfunctioned Sksks it was nice to see a raw and genuine part of him that was truly thankful for her that day I hope we get to see more of that. Jk annoying y/n during hobi’s run by giving her a cig omg I cant- this man’s needs to stop he just loves to tease. Such a sassy and snarky boy I’m totally here fir it all the way. And him picking a scary movie bc he knows hobi Jin and jimin will hate it lol. Him already agreeing to held joon and y/n w the wards before she even asked- really can’t hind anything in this house lol. I forgot to talk about this, but joon being upset w y/n and she didn’t call for him when she head the spirit threaten her 😩 he tries to pretend he doesn’t care but he DOES FR and Jk look at him like dam. Okay but that cliffhanger for the last chapter ofc u just stuff us full of fluff just to rip it out of us and I LOVE IT. I wonder what Jk and hobi/joon (I think joon was involved) fought about to make jk storm out like that although it wouldn’t be the first time. And on Halloween, come on yall! Smh 🤦‍♀️ ahh but he’s one of her boys so she’ll rein him in anyways.

Im guess there’s too much testosterone in that house hold or maybe they’re energy’s bc most of them are exotic predators and dominance is a big thing. I don’t remember exactly. Anyways I spoke about everything I could remember so far sorry for typos, ty sm for feeding us every month with such a hearty meal! Luv u 💋

Hehe hey again!!! fkdasfk I'm glad you liked my "married not blind" joke LMAO it's sooo true, especially when it comes to Hoseok. 👹

Jimin - Y/N getting him his horse... my bestie who usually beta reads for me was like Dana no way lmao. I wanna have disposable income like Y/N, and spoil all the boys silly too!! I guess we can live vicariously though Y/N LOL. 💀💀💀 But Jimin so deserved to be reunited with Vista, and he was so happy to have a piece of his former home with him now. Jimin is such a sweet, polite guy, so him wishing Joonie a happy birthday proves he really just want to keep the peace. Tipsy Jimin is just the cutest stinking thing ever, I can picture his face so clearly in my mind! Knowing Y/N, she'll definitely make good on her mental promise to bring Jimin to see his family (I'm sure she wants to meet them too!) Also YES you're right, he was totally shirtless when he was patching up the roof of the stable... I would have passed out if I saw that, Y/N is a strong woman!

Tae - UGH Another one that is totally whipped for Y/N, taking pictures of her, including a couple at his first expo... even though only four were displayed at that expo, you can imagine he's probably taken dozens more of her, which makes me blush and kick my feet. He's definitely one of the more cuddly ones, too, so when he hugged her at the expo that moment was so sweet and intimate... physical touch must be one of his love languages. I love my men a little possessive, and I DO remember the whole perilla leaf debate (wild) and Tae being like that both irl AND in Trouvaille is just so... you know? He was definitely staking claim over Y/N in that brewery, he did not like that random man staring at his girl like that. OOF! 🥵 I'm glad you brought up Tae and Yoongi beginning to come around to one another. They have that connection of both being into music, and I think they have similar possessive feelings over Y/N. Maybe Yoongi will be the one who gets close to Tae first, we'll see!!

Jeongguk - fhdjasf our little edgelord! Ah his birthday was so self indulgent, fluffy, and a chance to see his softer side under all that iciness he usually displays. I think the longer time wears on, he'll let go of more of that frostiness and become more comfortable showing Y/N his tender side. fjdksa I forgot about the scene where he offered her a cigarette at Hoseok's meet-- such a twerp!! I love love love scary movies, and I feel like him maybe Yoongi are the only two that would actually wanna watch a horror film with me IRL, or Y/N in Trouvaille. Hoseok is a bit of a scaredy cat, and the rest of them put that off a little bit as well LOL. And for sure, there really isn't anything that can be hidden in that house anymore, there are ears literally everywhere.... bad news for someone who likes to talk shit, like me. But that's an example of Jeongguk being uncharacteristically sweet, agreeing to help Y/N even if he doesn't have to. Joon was so pissed when she didn't call out for him when she was threatened, but Y/N handled everything just fine, IMO, he was being a dramatic wolf.

You know I love a good cliffhanger!!! I can't not have one almost every time. Hopefully, this time, the conflict can be resolved quickly, and it isn't as bad as The Incident between Joon and Tae. We shall see-- or you may have already seen, in this newest update!! I'm dying.... there is indeed too much testosterone in that house, but I suppose that it is just something they're all going to need some adjusting to. BUT!! Thank you again so so much for sending in these messages and gushing over the boys with me. I always look forward to hearing what you think. Loves you babe!! 💜💞💜💞

#asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts

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ysljoon · 2 years

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Not in The Same Way|Tutor!Yoongi X Reader X Ex!Jungkook 06

♡ This fanfic contains mature themes so please avoid if you’re not 18+

♡ Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, angst

♡ Word Count: 1.2K

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You and Yoongi were standing hand in hand in front of Jin’s shared home with Namjoon. You were fidgeting with the gift bag in your other hand worrying about who was going to answer the door. To your delight, it was Jin that opened the door and greeted you and Yoongi. “Great to see you guys! Come in quickly and I hope you guys brought your swimsuits.” Yoongi pointed to the backpack on his shoulder that contained swimsuits and a change of clothes for the both of you. Jin swooped to your side and took the gift from your hands and placed it on the dining table. “Alright quickly go change and come outside! Almost everybody is here already!” You and Yoongi went into Jin’s bedroom and changed there quickly. While putting on your bikini bottom, Yoongi gave a quick tap on your ass. You let out a small yelp as you lost your balance and Yoongi just stood there snickering at you.

You and Yoongi accidentally matched without any effort. He wore his black swim trunks and you decided to wear a black bikini as it was simple and Yoongi said he liked how your tits looked in the top so how could you not wear it? Yoongi left the backpack in Jin’s room and you both made your way to the pool area. You made your way around saying hi to everyone and giving a hug to Hobi and wished him a happy birthday. Joon was busy grilling meat and it made the whole backyard smell great. You sank into the pool and made your way to Jimin to say hello. He smiled warmly at you and enveloped you in a hug. “It’s been a while Y/N, I hope you’ve been doing well.” You wrapped your arms around Jimin and nodded against his shoulder. Jimin was the kindest person you ever met and he never lost his affinity for you. “I hope you’ve been well too Minnie, I’ve missed you.”

You and him sat on the steps of the pool catching up with each other and Jimin was letting you in on some workplace gossip that was happening at his job. While you did enjoy the time you were spending with Jimin it was hard to ignore Jungkook’s brooding figure sitting in a lawn chair far from everything going on. You leaned closer to Jimin to ask him about it. “Oh, I don’t know what’s up with him. He’s been in a mood all morning and he’s barely talked to me. I’ve just decided to give him some space because his negative energy was starting to annoy me.” You hummed at his response and decided to continue ignoring Jungkook’s presence. He doesn’t matter to you anymore.

As you and Jimin were occupied with your chatter, Yoongi and Hoseok were drinking a beer and engaged in their conversation. “So…you and Y/N? I want to say I’m surprised, but I’m really not.” Hobi smirked and Yoongi returned a shy smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyways it’s still a pretty new thing and I want to make things right and keep it that way. Especially since Jeon had her in shambles before. I don’t want to be another reason that she’s hurt.” Yoongi let out a deep sigh. “Hyung, I want what’s best for you guys. I have high hopes that you’ll bring back the happiness that Y/N used to have. I think that all three of you guys should have a chat though. Kook still seems to be feeling ‘betrayed’ about all of this.” Yoongi had to roll his eyes at this statement. “Like hell am I talking to that kid. He’s the one that made the biggest betrayal by cheating on Y/N. I also stopped caring about his feelings when he had the nerve to blatantly disrespect both Y/N and me in my apartment. He can keep stirring in his feelings till he’s 6 feet under for all I care.” With that, both the men took large swigs from their drinks. They directed their attention to the pool when they heard both you and Jimin giggling hysterically and hanging off of each other to keep stability. This sight warmed up your boyfriend’s heart. The scene was dampened when Jungkook decided to pipe up. “Yoongi hyung you better go get your girl before she decides to homie hop a little bit more on to Jimin.” You and Jimin were oblivious as to what was said but Yoongi heard it loud and clear. He stood up with no hesitation and swung his fist. The connection to Jungkook’s jaw was audible and it felt as though the whole world had stopped. You and Jimin were brought out of your bubble and were met with the scene of Hoseok holding Yoongi back. Jimin bolted out of the pool to grab Jungkook and separate him from the whole ordeal. Jimin dragged Jungkook inside and Jungkook was groaning, clutching onto the side of his face that took the impact of the punch.

You were frozen in the pool, stunned by what was happening. Tears were running down your cheek, but no matter what you did you couldn’t move. Namjoon waded into the pool and enveloped you in a hug. You sobbed and wailed into his chest. Your body was shaking so hard you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Negative thoughts were plaguing your mind. You felt like you staying in the picture would continue to make things worse if that’s even possible. “N-Namjoon I need to go home. I-I can’t stay here any longer. I feel like I’m losing my mind! Namjoon, please! Please, I need to get out of here!” He whispered comforting words and rubbed your back soothingly. “Of course, Y/N don’t you worry. Go get dressed quick and we can leave. Everything will be okay in the end I promise.” He held your hand, took you to the room, and stood outside the door as you changed into your spare clothes. Once you were done he took you through the backdoor to the garage so you would avoid seeing everyone. It would just be overstimulating and reignite all your feelings even though you were starting to calm down.

“Here, Y/N the car is open. I’m gonna go back inside to get my wallet and then we can go.” You weakly nodded and leaned your head against the window. Joon stormed inside and sternly pointed his finger at everyone in the room. “You fuckers better stay away from Y/N if you know what’s good for you! You guys have done nothing but cause her the most immense amount of pain. That girl has gone through so much and you do nothing, but make it better. The only people that I would allow to be anywhere close to her are me, Jin, and Jimin. The rest of you need to fucking reflect.” He huffs and heads back to the garage to take you. Jimin releases the breath he was holding and glares at Jungkook. He slaps the back of his head to add insult to injury. “Good fucking job idiot. Way to show Y/N you still really care about her.”

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taegularities · 1 year

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Omg the first scene w the door😭😭😭 how jk felt her presence just proves how strong their connection is, it was so sad seeing how bad oc needed closure even though she knew she couldn’t handle it

“If you’d stayed just a little longer, you would’ve realised that his heart beats in unison with yours. That he felt a glimpse of your presence straight from the hallway, too, opening without you even brushing the cold of the door.”

I’m crying😭😭😭

I feel like the jk kitchen scene where he reminisces how oc made his place feel like home and now it’s just a big empty reminder of what went between them like this line broke me💔 🤦🏾💔:

“His thoughts operate in a spinning circle, and its inevitable beginning and ending is always you.”

It’s so sad seeing oc’s mental health deteriorate so fast and this horrible hole she’s put herself in where’s she’s constantly thinking abt him and the messages. I feel like jk was always a man of actions rather than words, so even though he didn’t say much he always showed her how he felt, but bc they couldn’t see each other really bc of the pap, the text messages are all she really had to hold onto and him never replying to her knowing they couldn’t see each other for a while💔💔

Jk’s birthday😣😣 can’t believe they’re gonna have to spend it apart

I wonder if their friends know more abt jk than oc in the sense of how he deals w situations bc first oc mentioned that jimin told her to find distractions instead of dwelling on the situation and Eun says she doesn’t want to give unnecessary hope, but she knows jk loves her. Do they know (or just assume) that jk may just never try to open up fully to oc, so it’s better for her to grieve, move on, rather than just hope jk might come around and explain himself? Idk if I’m expressing myself right, but it just made me wonder

“But no suffering is endless.”

Eun is such a great friend I love her 🫂

Oc really portrays how it is to live in a toxic household for most people, minus the fashion designing business mogul🙄, but you can see how much she hates being in her house and how small her parents make her feel, but at the same time she doesn’t want to completely shut them out and cut contact bc she’s aware they’ve done much for her and doesn’t want to show that’s she’s not grateful for what they have

I have a strong feeling jks painting is going to convey his feelings abt oc or portray their relationship, but I wonder what it could be🤭 they have so many sentiments, I wonder what’d he paint to encapsulate their relationship

Zara is like the older sister Oc needs in her life omg I love her❤️❤️❤️ it’s really that tough love that can get ppl to open their eyes and really see. I wonder why oc has never seriously considered moving out of her parents house, I know she’s thought abt it, but she really had the means, and maybe the issue is a lot of her money is her parents money, but like Zara said, she can find a job somewhere small and nice and she’ll make her own income and not have to worry abt depending on them anymore.

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

“To which he shook his head, clicking his tongue before he said, “Nothing. I just like how easy it is to bring you joy.”

It has literally become my favorite jk quote ever omg my heart

“Inch by inch, he pushed into you, telling you, “Take whatever you want, angel. It’s yours

NVMMMM WE HAVE A STRONG CONTENDER

Also the whole situation of how yoongi broke his leg has me screaming 😭 he’s literally always in his phone honestly

But this🥲

“You don’t know when it happens, but at some point, immersing yourself in their talks becomes easier. You keep drawing dozens of little things on his cast, and he never complains”

Reminds me of when she doodled on jks arm🥲

It being so awkward between them really broke me bc I forget there could ever be a moment where they’re not head over heels in love💔

Hoseok was so charming in his scenes idk🤭 I’m kind of falling for him:

“His eyes are nearly squinted shut, tiny dimples near each corner of his rosy lips. He has a reputation of casting light through gloomy clouds, and right now, you can’t help but agree.”

Likeeeeee he really is the sunshine of this cloudy day…week…2 weeks

“Hoseok angles his head… and then says, “Just. I’ve been thinking of you a lot these days.””

STOPPPPPPPP WHY AM I GETTING BUTTERFLIES?!!?!! IM REALLY TEAM JK&OC I SWEAR😭 maybe he didn’t even mean it like that

“Eun, a never-faltering jokester, adds her two cents, cocking an eyebrow as she intrudes, “Or you were hiding something bigger.

Yeah

Of course she knows.

You just didn’t think she’d mention it. A serious conversation will explode between you when you’re alone with her again. For now, your clenched jaw and fiery glare must suffice.”

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 WHAT DID I MISS

“You keep your smile on, but you feel it weaken. Hoseok is really trying. Wants to fix you, wants to be there… as he used to wish.”

🥲🥲🥲🥲 they really do share a past, I am eager to learn more

“I want you to be happy. You can’t be that with me.”

Jk is so sweet, but so dumb omg💔

“You sob into the kiss, and he breaks apart from you just briefly.

My heart is shattered and I don’t think it can be repaired. #rip⭐️

“He tells you, “Because I don’t belong to your world. My plans for the future, my life, none of it will ever be good enough for you or for your surroundings.”

Her parents words really stuck w him. I feel like it obviously affected him more than he wanted to let on that he genuinely thinks he’s not good enough for her, i remember when he used to tell everyone she’s way cooler than how the articles present her and she’s not like her family in anyway💔

I love jk but he really should’ve left her alone when she ran out😭😭 I mean I expected him to follow her, but the kiss. I feel like it did more damage than anything and will only cause an even bigger rift between them, then was there before

I wrote half of these at 3am while delirious so if they don’t make sense my apologies, but this was such a good read

I’m so sorry for the long review, but I really love this series and felt the need to document my feelings along the way

I really loved reading and can’t wait for what’s yet to come 🤭

-⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

STAR, MY BELOVED !!!! oh my god, this huge ass review? i don't know what i did to deserve you, but... *rips out heart* please take this, okay?

you're actually one of very few who mentioned the first scene! the way they felt each other's presence? do we really need further proof that they're actual soulmates? :( same goes for the kitchen scene. don't think anyone mentioned the feeling of emptiness in it, so i'm grateful that you talked about those details 🥺

and yeah.. tbh, i wrote oc' feelings thinking about my last relationship? and how it felt fighting my way through the break up. it's almost ridiculous how fast your mental health gives up on you and how every moment spent awake just... ugh, idk, is torture, kind of? which is what our baby is going through now. you're so right, he's definitely a man of actions, and the fact that she can't see or touch him anymore makes her more miserable. bc the ultimate proximity is gone...

jk's birthday !! oh my god, i'm so scared to get to this part bc 💔 a lot of little things are gonna happen and come together to Big Sadness. and the bit about their friends knowing more than they're saying? a very very interesting theory. i'm not gonna say much, but yes, definitely keep in mind that both friend groups are deeply intertwined (taeun/yoonmin...) 🤐

i love eun, too, we don't talk about her a lot, so yesss! 🥺

ahhh star, you've absolutely understood why she's not moving out yet. yes, she hates being there, but it's hard for her to leave everything behind after kind of being trained to follow her parents' footsteps? so breaking out of it is hard, but i hope she still does. toxic households aren't very yay 🥲

jk's painting... what could it be indeed ehehehe

and zara, i love her fr, bc i absolutely think as well that oc needs some tough love and someone to speak to her without sugarcoating anything. oc has definitely considered moving out! but didn't cos of the reasons stated above... but maybe something's finally gonna happen now :')

hahaha the favourite jk quotes 😭 AND YEAH YOONGI IS HAHAHA he's always on his phone so this was a little homage to it 🤣

you remembered her doodling on his arm? star, you really do have my heart 🥺

your reactions to hobi though 🤣 also.. you didn't miss anything 👀 maybe things still need to be revealed 👀 who knows 👀

the #rip⭐️ had me SCREAMING LMFAOOO you're so funny </3

so true, so true. her parents words stuck with him, which is a big reason for *gestures* all this. a big big reason for his stubbornness. and he still knows that she's not like her family, like.. he genuinely puts her on a pedestal and thinks super highly of her (you'll see in 7.5), but he just.. ugh he needs to open up more, that's it.

it's no issue at all that you wrote this at 3am, all your thoughts were probably still more coherent than mine in this very response, so don't worry at all 🥺 i'm just so fkn thankful that you reached out at all... i honestly do not take such a long and thoughtful review for granted, so :( i can't tell you how hard this made me smile.

thank you so much, star. i appreciate tf out of you, you don't even know 🤍

#that was a long response phew. but i rlly love when you guys ramble 😭💕#long ask #notes for rid 🌹#⭐️ anon #fic: colour me in

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