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better late than never – Part 5

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader / Kim Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: Grief, losing a loved one, angst but with a little bit of hope, OC making questionable choices (but who can blame her in a situation like this?), Namjoon maybe finally making the right choices, Seokjin being an absolute sweetheart

Genre: Strangers to lovers / Best friends to lovers; angst, fluff, smut

Rating: 18+

Summary: Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin was not exactly the best. The fact that you ran into him shortly after, naked as God created him, didn’t make it any better. Especially Namjoon, your best friend since childhood, seemed to have something against him. What exactly, however, you could not figure out. But a secret so big, could not be kept hidden forever.

Word Count: 6.4K

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“Hey, are you listening to me?” Melanie’s voice reached Namjoon’s ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. He winced and turned his head slightly guilty to his girlfriend.

Girlfriend. The word was still weird to even think.

“Sorry,” he apologized, turning his attention back to her. Even though she was smiling, he could see the disappointment in her eyes. “What did you say?” He knew that wasn’t fair to her. After all, he had been the one who had messaged her on Instagram and not the other way around. That had been so unlike him, to just send someone a direct message. But one thing had led to another, much faster than he had thought, and now he was sitting with his new girlfriend in his car outside her apartment.

Melanie’s smile softened a bit at his apology. “You’re kind of elsewhere with your thoughts today, baby.” She reached out a hand to brush a strand of his hair out of his face and behind his ear. Her eyes followed her hand. “Your hair’s gotten really long, you should cut it soon.”

“Why?” Namjoon asked, sounding more accusing than he meant to. “Don’t you like it?”

Melanie hesitated and finally shrugged. “I definitely like them better short.”

“Y/N likes them that long,” he muttered, and froze when he realized how easily those words had slipped from his lips.

Melanie didn’t seem to have noticed his slip; or she dismissed his sentence as nothing out of the ordinary. After all, she thought you and him were still best friends…

Melanie snapped him out of his thoughts again. “Do you want to come upstairs?” She made a head movement towards her apartment. Namjoon prepared to come up with an apology, but Melanie spoke again before he could even get a word out. “And don’t say no again.” As she eyed him, he felt caught. “Joonie,” she said, her tone sounding reproachful, “we’ve been together for almost a month now and nothing more than a kiss here and there have happened so far. That’s not normal.”

He frowned and let his wrists slide from the steering wheel to his lap, suspecting this was going to be a longer conversation. “When it comes to relationships, no matter what kind, there is no normal or abnormal in terms of pace. Some people just need more time than others to let down their guard. There’s nothing wrong with that, and you should accept that.” To be honest, Namjoon wasn’t surprised that Melanie brought this up. As upfront as he had been in the beginning, the pace had slowed down just as quickly. In her place, he’d be just as confused.

Melanie snorted and shook her head. “Don’t make me the bad guy, Namjoon. If you tell me you need more time, I’ll accept that. But I don’t think time is what you need.”

Namjoon shifted his gaze to his lap because he couldn’t look at Melanie’s disappointed face for a second longer.

“Nothing comes from your side at all, yet you were so eager for us to meet at the beginning. I don’t understand it.”

“Neither do I.” Namjoon sighed, frustrated, and closed his eyes as he leaned back against the headrest. Yet he understood, very well in fact. He wanted to forget about you. Wanted to banish from his mind the few seconds when his lips had been on yours. But it just didn’t work. Every night he fell asleep with the feeling and saw your hurt expression in front of his inner eye when he had asked you to leave. Your encounter today would join the list of things he regretted more than anything. His mind began to race as he thought back to how you had been sitting on the sofa all alone when he had shown up at the party.

“But I think I’m beginning to understand.”

He had almost forgotten that he wasn’t alone in the car. He quickly opened his eyes and looked at Melanie. Now she was the one who couldn’t look him in the eye. Or didn’t want to.

“I should have listened to the others,” Melanie continued to speak, quieter this time. “They told me you liked her and I ignored their warnings. I’m so stupid.” She turned her head and looked out the window.

“You’re not stupid, Melanie.” He sighed, deep and long, letting out a bit of the frustration at himself. “I’m the one who’s stupid. I’m sorry.”

Melanie turned her head and when their eyes met, Namjoon saw how hurt she was. She wasn’t crying, but she pressed her lips together as if she had to keep them from trembling. “So it’s true? Do you like her?”

Namjoon raised a hand and rubbed it over his face, which was slowly heating up. He didn’t want to have this conversation, especially not with Melanie.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her,” Melanie continued when Namjoon didn’t answer. “You were weird with her all night… now that I think about it, she was weird with you too. That’s not how friends act.”

Silence fell in Namjoon’s car and he knew that the ball to speak was now in his court. He dropped his hand and took a deep breath before looking at Melanie. At least now he was going to be brave and be honest. “Yeah, it’s true. I-I like her… For a while, actually. I shouldn’t have texted you, that wasn’t fair to you. I’m sorry.” He was out of breath when he finished his short monologue.

For a brief moment, Melanie was quiet, so Namjoon fully expected to have a long string of different swear words thrown at him right away. Therefore, he was surprised when only a sigh followed. “So that’s it between us?”

“I’m really sorry, Melanie.” Then he remembered a detail. “Please don’t hold this against Y/N. She had nothing to do with me texting you.”

“Was your plan to make her jealous? Is that why you messaged me?”

Namjoon had to swallow. “No, I just wanted to forget about her.”

Melanie snorted. “Forget her? Your best friend? Just because you have a crush on her and she might not return your feelings, you put on a show like that?” She didn’t even wait for him to respond. “Not only does that suck towards me, but it has to be disappointing for her too.” She shook her head as if she could hardly believe it. “You know, I’ve had my eye on you for a while. I thought you were so intelligent and sweet. You just have this aura like you’re going out of your way to make sure the people you care about don’t get hurt. Yet you’re the one who hurts them in the first place. Unbelievable.”

And with those words, she reached for the door and got out. With more force than necessary, she slammed the door shut. The sound reverberated inside the otherwise silent car, and several minutes passed before Namjoon finally turned the key in the ignition and headed home.

Melanie’s words lingered and he mulled over them over and over again. He was so afraid that you would break his heart a little bit more, that he even preferred it if you didn’t talk to him anymore. How selfish was he? You had never been the one to hurt him on purpose. He had kissed you out of nowhere and refused any communication since.

As he came to a stop at a red light, he glanced at his phone hanging on the dashboard. Without thinking, he went to his contacts and scrolled to your name. His heart pounded up to his neck as his finger hovered over your number. When he pressed it, his mouth was completely dry.

But the line was busy.

Disappointment spread through him for a brief moment, then wonder. Who were you talking to on the phone so late? But then he reminded himself. He had no right to question or worry about that.

Instead, he dialed Yoongi’s number, but he rejected the call after a few seconds.

“Strange,” Namjoon muttered. That his best friend was probably mad at him, he could understand. But he just wanted to thank him for bringing you home. You had been so upset. No wonder, after what Namjoon had said… His guilty conscience kicked in again as he headed up the stairs to his apartment.

Namjoon walked into an empty and silent apartment, where his thoughts bounced off the walls even louder and guilt was the only thing keeping him company.

. . .

You felt like your body was on autopilot. You ate because your dad placed food in front of you, not because you felt hungry. You only made it out of bed because your parents came to see you the day after you got the call and you couldn’t hide in your apartment by yourself.

Even though you’d like nothing better.

Your paintbrushes were still on the edge of the bathroom sink, where you had washed them out a few days ago and hadn’t touched them since. Your motivation to paint had dried up from one day to the next, and every time you washed your hands, a mix of sadness, guilt, and nervousness came over you.

At least your professors had all been understanding when you had explained your absence for the next two weeks in a curt email. Distraction was good, you knew, but you didn’t think you could sit in a room for several hours at the moment, listening and pretending everything was normal.

It had taken a week to arrange the funeral and even though you were glad not to be alone for the first few days, you were looking forward to having your apartment to yourself again soon. You needed the silence, the solitude, to really understand what had happened.

That you would never again get on the bus after your classes and get off at the stop to go to the nursing home. Never again would you greet the secretary whose name had already slipped your mind, and who had always greeted you with a friendly smile. And it wouldn’t be long before you too would be forgotten in the nursing home. First you and then your gramps.

You knew that this feeling of sadness and emptiness would last for a while. This is how you had felt after the death of your other grandparents and your grandmother, even though you had had a special relationship with your gramps.

But one essential part of your life was different from the last few times: Namjoon was no longer part of your life. Maybe that’s why it felt like you were mourning the loss of two people.

Not once had he contacted you. No message, no phone call - nothing. Maybe you had been too naive to assume that no matter what had happened between you, he would still be there for you in such difficult times. You couldn’t imagine that Yoongi hadn’t told him about it. After all, he had been there when you had taken the call from your mom. He had comforted you and brought you to your apartment after a meltdown. He was the one who asked you every day how you were and if you needed anything.

Not Namjoon.

You two didn’t talk about him in the short messages or phone calls. He was like a restricted area that you pranced around, and the fact that Yoongi avoided the subject of Namjoon so much told you a lot. If he hadn’t told him, he would have convinced you to text him, wouldn’t he? That Namjoon did not contact you could only mean that he was not interested in you. That he didn’t care about you.

You swallowed hard and barely managed a smile as you walked your parents to the door. Your mom turned to you in the hallway and wrapped her arms around you.

“We can stay a little longer if you like.”

“Then you won’t be so alone, honey.” Your dad also seemed uneasy about leaving you alone.

“It’s okay,” you said, giving your mother another tight squeeze before letting her go. Your dad also pulled you into a hug. “I’ll distract myself with college and work, and if I need someone to talk to, I’ll call you guys. You aren’t out of the world, after all.”

Your mother looked at you from worried eyes. “Don’t deal with everything by yourself, okay?”

“Or call Namjoon, he always drops everything when it comes to you.” Your father smiled at you, not knowing that this statement only made your heart hurt more.

You had chosen not to tell them that you were no longer in contact. If they found out, they would probably never leave.

“Sure, I’ll do that,” you said instead, thinking about the last messages in your chat history with Namjoon, all from you and unanswered until today. “Get home safe, and give me a quick call when you get there.”

Your mother hugged you tightly once more before they finally left. You watched out the window as your parents got in the car and drove away, leaving you all alone for the first time in a week and a half. You hadn’t known it any other way before, but something had changed about the silence in your apartment. It triggered a deep restlessness in you and you suddenly had the urge to move.

What you hadn’t done for ages seemed to be the only right thing to do at that moment.

You opened your closet and had to rummage a bit, that’s how far your sports clothes had been pushed back. But ten minutes later you jogged down the stairwell and stepped outside into the cool air.

It wasn’t long before you were out of breath and holding your stinging sides, but you kept running. The exhaustion in your body felt good and distracted you from the chaos in your head. Arriving at the small park fifteen minutes away from you, you stopped at the pond to catch your breath. You put your hands on your hips and with each inhale the stinging in your sides got better. Your gaze followed the ducks as they made their circles on the water, leaving little ripples in their wake. Some of them swam to you, hoping to get something to eat from the newcomer, but they left you alone again when they realized that they got nothing from you.

That you had nothing to give.

With tears in your eyes you turned around and headed back to your apartment. The streets were pretty much empty. Most people were either at work, school or university. You didn’t run into any of your neighbors in the stairwell either, which would have made you breathe a sigh of relief if you weren’t struggling to drag yourself up the two floors to your apartment. Over your loud panting, you didn’t hear the rustle of a jacket as the person waiting outside your door turned to face you. It wasn’t until you fumbled for your key and saw a shadow out of the corner of your eye that you looked up.

For a brief moment, your jaw dropped. “Seokjin?”

. . .

It was strange to see Seokjin again after all these weeks. It was even stranger to have him sitting next to you on your sofa.

“I only found out about it this morning. Otherwise, I would have checked on you sooner.”

A small smile began to form on your face, and the reaction felt foreign on it. “It’s all good, Seokjin. I didn’t even think about it, I’m sure you found out about it when you were at work.”

Seokjin nodded. “I heard two other nurses talking about him. At first I was going to call you, but you don’t discuss things like that over the phone.”

You noticed Seokjin trying to justify himself and gently placed a hand on his upper arm. “I’m glad you’re here. Really,” you laughed softly when you saw his suspicious expression.

Then Seokjin returned your smile and you lowered your hand back to the couch between you.

“I’m glad to hear that, I didn’t know if I might be crossing a line. I don’t want to come between you and Namjoon.”

A snort escaped you unintentionally and Seokjin gave you a surprised glance.

“Didn’t you guys work that out between you?”

Pressing your lips together, you shook your head silently. “For him, perhaps the matter is settled. If you can call it settled that he ended our friendship and is dating someone else instead.”

Seokjin had fallen silent and you kept your eyes on the floor in front of you so you couldn’t see his expression. You needed to vacuum again, you realized. Crumbs from eating with your parents the past few days lay in front of the coffee table and you pushed them under it with your foot.

“I don’t understand him,” Seokjin finally said. “Well, not that I really know him, but that’s not how you treat someone you’ve been friends with for so long.”

“I know,” you said curtly. “I don’t understand him either.”

“Does he know…” Seokjin hesitated for a moment. “Does he know about your grandfather?”

You shrugged, because you didn’t know one hundred percent. You had a small glimmer of hope that Yoongi - for whatever inexplicable reason - hadn’t told Namjoon. You also told Seokjin.

The latter leaned back against the backrest, thinking. “So if I understand correctly, those two are also good friends, right?” You nodded. “Then I don’t really see any reason why he wouldn’t have told him.”

You had already come to that conclusion yourself, but hearing it again from another person made it all the more real.

“Have you asked Yoongi about it?”

“No, we don’t talk about him at all.”

“Maybe there’s a reason for that,” Seokjin remarked, giving you a sad look. “I’m glad Yoongi was there for you the last few days, though. He sounds like a good friend.”

“He is.” You had to smile, which quickly dried up. “Better than Namjoon for sure. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“He’s hurt,” came Seokjin’s prompt response. “But that doesn’t justify his behavior. He should be there for you at this time, no matter what happened between you.”

“I know,” you replied, having to swallow back tears. Because you were aware of that. Seokjin was saying all the things you already knew but didn’t want to admit to yourself.

There was silence between you for a moment before Seokjin sighed deeply. “Have you had lunch yet?”

You shook your head. Food hadn’t even crossed your mind since your mother had made you something for breakfast.

“To be honest, I’d like to take a shower first.” A little embarrassed, you looked down at yourself and your sweaty sports clothes, and then at him. “It’s really kind of you to check on me, Seokjin.”

“I won’t leave you alone now.”

You struggled with yourself for just a moment. Your mother was right; you were coping with a lot of things on your own instead of seeking help from others. You didn’t want to be a burden to anyone, but Seokjin offering himself made it easier for you to accept his offer.

“Okay.” You smiled and reached for your phone. “I don’t have anything in the fridge, but you can order us some food.” Unlocked, you held it out to him. “Please order through my account, I’ll pay this. As a thank you.”

Seokjin wanted to argue with you, you could see it in his face. But then he took your phone anyway, maybe because he knew how hard it was for you to even accept that he stayed with you.

“I’ll be quick. Feel free to watch some TV or turn on Netflix. Make yourself at home.”

. . .

The hot water had worked wonders for you when you stepped out of the shower just over twenty minutes later. Washing away the sweat that had been clinging to your skin and putting on freshly washed clothes that still smelled of your favorite detergent made you feel like a new person. You paused for a moment as the soft clothes caressed your skin.

You stepped out of the bathroom just as Seokjin received the food from the delivery man.

“Go ahead and sit down, I’ll bring it to you in a minute,” he said as you walked into the living room together.

Never would you have expected this, but once you had something in your stomach, you actually felt better. Your legs were exhausted from the run, but for the first time in over a week you felt content.

The warm meal, however, brought one thing above all: fatigue.

Sleeping in the same room as your parents again had made you even more restless than you probably would have been anyway. As you sat on the sofa with a full stomach, you noticed how your eyes kept closing over and over again. More than once, you saw Seokjin turn his head towards you, but you pulled yourself together and tried to focus on the show in front of you that was on the TV.

“You should lie down and sleep when you’re tired, Y/N,” Seokjin finally said as your head dropped to the side for the second time.

“It’s okay. I’m not tired.” You were, but if you were honest with yourself, you knew that any sleepiness would disappear as soon as Seokjin left the apartment. Then you were alone again with your thoughts that wouldn’t let you sleep.

Seokjin studied you for a moment before he seemed to understand what was bothering you. “Do you want me to stay here?”

“I can’t possibly ask you to do that. What are you going to do all this time? Watch TV until I wake up?”

“I’ve got my laptop in the car, I’ll get that and I can get back to writing my report.”

That made you pause, because that didn’t seem like a bad plan. He would get some work done while you didn’t feel alone anymore and could catch up on some much needed sleep. Therefore, you agreed and found yourself snuggled up in your bed ten minutes later. Your eyes fell on the back of Seokjin’s head, which was tilted down intently, staring at the screen of his laptop. The regular typing of his fingers on the keyboard accompanied you into a dreamless sleep.

. . .

You woke up sweating. You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, but it was still bright outside, so it couldn’t be much later. At first you were surprised to see someone sitting on your sofa, before you remembered that Seokjin had offered to stay with you while you slept.

Your gaze slid over the back of his head, his dark hair through which he brushed his hand as he stared intently at his laptop. And once again, you wondered why it couldn’t all be different. Why your body - your heart - didn’t want this man.

What was wrong with you?

You straightened up and when Seokjin heard the rustling of the bedspread, he turned around. He smiled when your eyes met. “Hey, already well-rested?”

You shook your head, still a little dazed from sleep. “Not really… What time is it?”

“Half past two.”

“Hmm,” you returned, that was too early. Your gaze fell back to the thick blanket that wrapped around you, and frustrated, you kicked it away from you with your feet. With effort you managed to pull the hoodie over your head and you pulled a face as the cool air in your apartment hit your sweaty back. With pointed fingers, you pulled the t-shirt off your back where it was stuck.

“Are you too warm?”

Silently, you nodded and let yourself fall backwards onto the pillow with a discontented grunt. Why couldn’t it be later already? The days couldn’t go by fast enough at the moment, yet the hours dragged on like never before.

“Are you making any progress on your report?” you asked a few seconds later.

“Hm, it could be better.”

“You’re welcome to go back home, Seokjin. I don’t want to force you to stay here.”

Just the thought that he only didn’t leave because he didn’t want to leave you alone made the guilt inside you bloom. You heard him close his laptop and get up from the sofa. He stepped into your field of vision and came to a stop in front of your bed. A serious look was on his face.

“You’re not forcing me to do anything, Y/N. I’m here because I want to be here for you.”

Your eyes began to burn and you were glad you were lying down so your tears couldn’t run down your cheeks. Instead, they ran down your hairline.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Seokjin said, taking a step closer before sitting down on the bed a moment of hesitation. He grabbed your hand, which was lying motionless next to your body, and squeezed it. “You can cry as much as you want. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” you replied through tears. You gulped and tried to swallow a new gush of tears along with it. You weren’t ashamed to cry in front of Seokjin. But each time only left you more exhausted than before, so you brushed the tears from your face with the back of your hand. “Can you join me? Or do you still need to work on your report?”

Seokjin hesitated. “Is that a good idea?”

You didn’t want to think about whether this was a good or bad idea; what the consequences of your actions would be. The thing you knew, though, was that you needed someone to be beside you. Whose body heat you could feel to chase away the cold inside you. Someone to show you that you were not alone.

So you moved back and made room for him. He struggled for a moment longer before sighing and turning around to lie on his back next to you. It was strange to see him lying next to you again after all these weeks. Seokjin seemed overwhelmed as well, as he avoided your gaze and stared at the ceiling instead.

“Seokjin,” you said, but your voice was no more than a whisper. He paused before turning his head to you. You were not even half a meter apart; if you reached out your hand, you could touch his face. Be able to brush over the slight stubble on his chin, feel his soft hair between your fingers.

Your gaze fell on his lips, which he had pressed tightly together, and without you realizing it, you moved closer to him.

“Y/N.” His gaze fell to your lips, but only for a moment before he looked you in the eyes again. You could tell from his face that he suspected what you were about to do. He probably knew before you were aware of it.

Your fingers had worked their way forward and finally found his shirt, clawing into it.

And a breath later, you pressed your lips to his.

They felt exactly the same as they did all those weeks ago. When everything was still fine and the most important question you asked yourself had been whether you and Seokjin would spend the evening in your apartment or his. It felt like that time was ages ago, like it was from a past life, not yours. Too much had changed, too much disappointment and pain you had experienced.

You longed to go back.

So you moved your lips and opened Seokjin’s with them. He did not touch you, but had placed his hands between your bodies, which you noticed after a few seconds. You pulled back and breathed heavily, not because of the kiss, but because of the chaos of emotions inside you. Your lips began to tremble and you would forever thank Seokjin for not addressing the kiss, but just wrapping you in his arms and letting you cry. For being there for you when you were about to fall apart.

. . .

You fell asleep without realizing it. At first you were confused; it was dark and you didn’t know what, but something was missing. When your hand fell next to you on the mattress, you knew what it was.

Seokjin was gone.

You ignored the sinking feeling that spread through you as you remembered the kiss and rubbed the flat of your hand over your face to wake up. You didn’t blame him for leaving without saying goodbye. Besides, it was probably late and you didn’t know if he had anything planned for the evening.

But then you paused when you suddenly heard voices. Voices that seemed to be coming from your hallway. You straightened up and saw a sliver of light fall into the room. Someone had left the door ajar while lights were burning in the hallway.

The voices came closer and when you heard footsteps, your heart was pounding up to your throat. Were they burglars? Had something happened to Seokjin and he had had to call the ambulance? Was it your parents who had felt guilty after all and had turned around? You felt bad when you thought about having to explain to them who Seokjin was. And why you hadn’t told them about him.

You struggled to your feet, so fast that you almost fell because your feet got tangled in the bedspread. As the blood rushed to your legs, you felt dizzy for a brief moment, so you fumbled blindly for the door. When the black dots in your vision subsided, you pulled the door open and took a cautious look down the hall.

You had expected everything. That Seokjin was standing in front of the burglars with his hands up. That he had a chat with your parents or that one of your neighbors had asked for help.

With everything, but not with Namjoon standing in your hallway. Right across from Seokjin.

You seemed to have interrupted their conversation because they both fell silent when they saw you.

“Joonie?” The nickname slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Immediately, the moment at the party came to your mind, when - as it did at that moment - hope fluttered in your chest. It hadn’t taken long for Namjoon to crush that hope between his fingers with just a few words.

You bit your lower lip and turned your eyes to Seokjin in search of help. The latter, you only now registered, had put on his shoes and jacket. “What’s going on?”

Seokjin reached for his bag, which he had set down on the floor and which he was now throwing over his shoulder. “I called him.”

You took a step into the hallway, growing more confused by the second. When a cold breeze hit you, you wrapped your arms around the middle of your body. “Called him?” Seokjin couldn’t have his number… unless, he had copied it from your phone book.

As if understanding what was going through your mind, he looked at you apologetically. “I didn’t mean to pry, but I’m not the one you need at this moment.”

You ignored his statement, just as you ignored Namjoon, who was still standing rooted to the spot in the hallway, not moving a muscle. “Do you need to leave?” you asked Seokjin.

He nodded and reached past Namjoon to open the door. “Talk it out, this silence between you isn’t doing either of you any good.” He stepped into the hallway, but turned back to you. “You know you can always call me, Y/N.”

You managed a smile. “Thanks, Jin.”

And then he was gone down the stairs and the door fell shut. For a moment longer, you continued to stubbornly look past Namjoon at the closed apartment door, because you weren’t ready to look at him yet.

Finally, it was Namjoon who took the first step by clearing his throat. “Y/N.”

It was strange to hear your name come out of his mouth. Without accusation, and much like you remembered. You swallowed loud and hard as your gaze dropped to the floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your former best friend standing forlornly in front of you. He was only a few feet away and yet the two of you had never been farther apart.

Your gaze slid up his arms, which hung weakly beside his body, and finally found his gaze.

“I’m… so incredibly sorry,” he blurted out, and you saw even from a distance how his Adam’s apple rose and fell as he too had to swallow.

You had trouble getting the words past the thick lump in your throat. “What exactly are you sorry for?”

His shoulders sank even lower. “Everything. The way I’ve treated you the last few weeks, for not reaching out, for kissing you like that.” He took a deep breath, unable to meet your gaze. “For not being there for you the last few days,” he added softly.

Tears welled up in your eyes and a sob slipped over your lips before you could press them together. “Then why weren’t you?” Namjoon took a step toward you, but then stopped abruptly again. “Joonie?” Tears were running down your cheeks at this point, and you just wanted to be held by your best friend. And you didn’t understand why he was still standing meters away from you.

Through your veil of tears you saw his silhouette and how it didn’t move.

That was what hurt you the most. That he had left you alone with your grief for the last few days and didn’t reach out to you even now. It showed you how irreversible your argument was.

“I didn’t know,” Namjoon said, his voice also sounding strangely choked. “I didn’t know, Y/N. If I had known, I would have come here right away.”

You couldn’t help snorting. “Sure, you didn’t know,” you returned wryly, roughly brushing the tears from your face. Namjoon took another step toward you when he saw that, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as his hands lifted and then he dropped them again.

“I really didn’t know. Who would have told me?”

“Yoongi?” you replied, as if it were obvious.

“Why would Yoongi tell me about it? Did you tell him?”

“He was there when my mom called me. It was the night of the party.”

You didn’t have to say which party. Namjoon’s expression showed that he knew exactly which party you meant.

“I didn’t know that, Y/N. I… he– had I known that…”

You didn’t understand why he was struggling for words. What you understood even less was why Yoongi hadn’t told him.

Namjoon exhaled loudly and closed his eyes. “I called you the night of the party. But the line was busy.” He swallowed and when he opened his eyes, there was regret in his gaze. “I wish I’d tried calling you again a few minutes later.” He shook his head as if he could hardly believe it. “I figured you were ignoring me or needed a few days to yourself. Then my phone broke and I didn’t get it fixed until a few days ago. The track with Lil Pan went out to the label and-“ His eyes met yours and he fell silent. “None of that matters, though.” With those words, he bridged the last few feet between you and stopped in front of you. Carefully, he placed his hands on your upper arms. “You are important. You matter to me.”

Your expression fell, and a blink later Namjoon squeezed you to his chest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he stroked your back, which shook with sobs. It wasn’t until his familiar body, his scent, enveloped you that you realized how much your body had been longing for him for the past few weeks and especially days.

“I wish I could undo this,” Namjoon whispered against your ear, “but I can’t.”

You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t bring a word past your lips. Your fingers had clawed into Namjoon’s hoodie, and you weren’t going to let go of it anytime soon.

“I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you.” You couldn’t see it, but you heard Namjoon exhale shakily before something wet hit your temple. “I don’t care how long it takes.”

You nodded, unable to think of anything else to say at that moment. But you both knew you had to talk. Not now, right now other things were more important. Like your best friend finally talking to you again and being there for you when you needed him most.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Again, you nodded. You didn’t know what time it was, but the tiredness that came over you again told you that it wasn’t too early to go to sleep. Even though you had done nothing else all day so far.

“I need my best friend now,” you murmured, and Namjoon squeezed you a little tighter.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple and then broke away from you. “Come on then, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.” He held out his hand to you and your brain didn’t click fast enough, so he lowered it again, embarrassed. Without thinking, you grabbed it and smiled at him.

Even as you lay next to each other in your bed a few minutes later, listening to each other’s regular breaths, it all still seemed like a dream. An hour ago, you had felt alone, even though Seokjin had been there. But he had not been able to take away the ache of your heart, as the kiss had made clear.

Even though your world was still shattered and the cracks would probably never fully heal now that your grandpa was gone, it felt easier. Because you had someone by your side again that you could rely on. Even though that trust was hanging by a thread at the moment, you knew deep down that Namjoon would do everything he could to strengthen that fragile thread day by day. And one day you would be able to drop yourself by it without worrying that it would snap. And until then Namjoon would be there for you to catch you.

In the dark, your hand found his under the covers and his fingers intertwined with yours. And in that moment, it was almost as if the last few weeks didn’t exist.

A/N: Hello, hello! I can’t believe it’s been nearly two months – tbh I don’t want to believe that because it makes me feel really bad for not updating sooner. I was so unhappy with this chapter and was dreading rewriting it but now I’m so happy that I did. Namjoon and OC definitely have a lot to talk about in the next chapter, so don’t worry – Namjoon won’t be forgiven that easily.

I’m sure I won’t be able to upload this again before that, but I have to get surgery on July 18th. It’s the second surgery this year and hopefully the last but I don’t know if I will feel well enough to write the days and weeks after that. I’ll try my best though!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If so, please please let me know! Interaction is a big factor of motivation.

Stay safe everyone! 💜

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bangtanficsforyou · 1 year

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Girl of his Dreams- Prologue

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3K (approx)

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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Walking into your art class you notice that your designated seat has already been taken by a boy. That's weird.

What's even weirder is that you have never seen the said boy before in your class. You say that with complete surety because there are only a handful in your class and this boy does not seem familiar at all.

Walking up to him you tap on his shoulders. "Excuse me, this is my seat."

The said boy turns to look at you and you frown when you realise you don't even have a clear view of his face as the majority of it remains covered by his hoodie.

Instead of responding to you, he moves a little to give you some space to sit on the stool.

There's a protest on your lips because how the fuck can two people sit comfortably on one small stool. But you decide on not voicing it because you know there are no other empty seats and asking him to just evacuate would basically mean him standing there awkwardly in the middle of the room, which honestly is harsh.

You awkwardly clear your throat and occupy whatever remaining space the stool has to offer.

"So are you new here?" The query leaves your lips a few moments later when you realise that you can't just ignore his presence considering how the right side of your body is almost entirely in contact with his left.

His fingers momentarily stop swiping at the phone screen and he looks up the slightest to give you attention.

He shakes his head and locks his phone. "Nah, I'm not here as a student."

If he's not a student then, what is he doing here?

He must have noticed the look of confusion on your face and he opens his mouth seemingly to clarify what exactly he is here for but the arrival of your art teacher stops him from doing so.

"Good morning, class," Miss Richardson greets the class as she settles all her materials on the table. "I hope you all had a good weekend."

The class comes up with mixed responses with a few people groaning and a few voicing their responses positively.

"Well that sure is a confusing response," she says with an amused look. "Well for those who had a not-so-good-weekend, I hope knowing that you will sketch a model today would be exciting enough to make your Monday."

A low murmur spreads through the classroom. That's a good response, you'd say. You definitely find yourself pleasantly surprised and excited at the thought of getting to capture the beauty of a model. The list of things she asked to bring for today's class, makes so much more sense now.

"Now, for today's model; his name is Jeon Jungkook and he's a fashion designing student."

All of a sudden you feel the warmth next to you gone, and the figure walks towards the podium. It takes a few seconds too long for you to realise what was happening.

Oh. He is the model.

"I hope all of you have your equipment ready and remember that you have to complete the sketch by the next two classes." She finishes. Once done, she turns to face Jungkook and gives him a small smile as if to tell him that from here on, he can do his thing.

And so he does.

It begins with him removing his hoodie which finally enables you to get a proper look at his face and fuck.

He's beautiful.

You did not think anyone could ever be this gorgeous and it honestly has you speechless. It's like one of those scenes from the movies where one of the main protagonist's eyes land on someone and they can't help but keep staring at them because they are the most beautiful creature on earth.

You believed that those sorts of things happened only in movies because that kind of breathtaking beauty existed only in movies. As it turns out, you were wrong.

Before you can gather your thoughts, he removes his t-shirt.

If you were in awe with how beautiful his facial features are, now you find yourself gasping for air after having a glimpse of his body.

Fuck, he looks sculpted, like a Greek god of some sort.

You feel butterflies flying merrily in your stomach as if they too want to voice out their agreement.

Unfortunately, the sound of low murmuring snaps you out of your daze. Looking around, you realise that almost everyone has their eyes on him and is in awe of his beauty.

It's when your eyes land on a guy who has already started sketching, do you realise that you too are here to sketch and that you too will only get three classes to finish this.

With a sense of urgency, you pull out your pencils and with a deep breath start sketching the beautiful man that seems to be straight out of your fantasies.

As your classmates slowly but steadily empty the classroom, you find yourself lingering.

You can't help but run your eyes across the canvas with a scrutinising gaze, wondering if you like how it is turning out to be and if your pencil is doing justice to the man's beauty.

Jungkook strolls towards your stool to take his bag but his eyes land on the sketch.

"That looks weird."

You yelp in shock and turn to look at the person who thought it was a good idea to scare you.

However, you find your breath hitching when you realise that it's Jungkook. Even worse, he remains shirtless.

Gulping down the saliva in your mouth, you try to steady your breath and register the words that fell from his lips. "What do you mean it's weird? Is it not coming out nice?"

He steps closer and bends down a little to have a better look at your sketch.

His movements cause a wave of nervousness to wash over you. In an attempt to hide your flustered state, you pretend that your whole attention is on your canvas and that you are not bothered by the man next to you.

"It is nice, I'd say you captured the details well," his low timbre reaches your ears and his exhale hits the expanse of your back. Fuck, you had no idea he was standing this close. "I just never had anyone draw me before. So looking at a sketch of me does feel weird."

"Oh, t-that makes sense." You curse yourself for stuttering. Could you look any more stupid?

The stutter catches Jungkook's attention and his eyes move from the canvas to the side of your face. A smirk appears on his lips when he notices your fast breathing rate.

He usually doesn't bat an eye because girls getting flustered around him, is not unusual. He knows the effect he has on the female population. However, with how flustered and how desperately you try to seem unaffected, Jungkook can't help but find it cute.

Cute enough to drop a flirtatious comment.

"But I guess it's okay if such a cute girl like you is doing it."

The effect those words have on you are instantaneous. You flush and your whole body warms up from head to toe. Squirming in your seat, you clear your throat and pray that your cheeks aren't embarrassingly red.

Jungkook's smirk widens. He wonders how you'd react if he were to call you the l-word. "I'll get going then, love."

You choke on air. That reaction was worth it, he thinks.

Stepping a few steps back, he puts his shirt back on and swings his bag on his shoulders. "See you, next class."

You hold your breath until the sound of his shoes against the floor completely fades away and only when he's gone, do you let yourself relax and feel the rush of emotions and adrenaline.

As embarrassing as it is, the first thing you do after going home is to search for his name on Facebook. There's just no way you're not searching up, the unbelievably good-looking guy, who also happened to flirt with you, on the net.

Thankfully, his Facebook profile is unlocked.

Clicking on his name you are greeted by his handsome face which stares back at you from the circle of his profile picture. You might have looked at it for a little too long, observing every single detail and wondering how a human could be this handsome.

Nevertheless, after snapping yourself out of your daze, you scroll down and your eyes fall upon the top post.

Models required.

For the upcoming inter-college fashion show, I need someone to model my designs. If you're interested, please meet me and my team on Friday in room no. 302.

One male and one female model would be chosen for the occasion.

You blinked at the screen and soon a wide smile spread on your lips. Isn't this just perfect? The perfect opportunity for you to get to know him better.

You have never modelled, you idiot.

A voice reminds you not so gently.

Although you feel doubts enter your head, you don't let your hopes get killed. Clicking on the comments section, you look for something that can provide you with clarification as to what exactly he is looking for.

One particular comment catches your eye as it is the only comment he has replied to.

Your eyes do a quick scan of the words and you find that it's a girl asking whether it's okay to try out even if she has no prior modelling experience. Jungkook's response to which is 'ofc it is'.

You internally scream thinking how perfect this is for you.

You take out your notepad and take down the details and also set a reminder on your phone, just in case.

However, with how long you stay on the net scrolling down his profile, you and probably even your FBI agent knows that there's no way you will forget about this on Friday.

Very unsurprisingly, you don't forget about it on Friday. In fact, you find yourself heading towards the room way earlier than the scheduled time.

It's on an entirely different side of the campus. It will take time to get there. That's what you tell yourself every time a voice tries to remind you that you're being far too eager about this.

When the building approaches, you feel a shiver of nervousness run down your spine. Is this going to be awkward? Is he going to recognise you?

The moment that thought comes to your mind, you chase it away. Of course, he's gonna remember you. It hasn't even been a week since the art class. There's no way he could have forgotten you this soon. Right?

With that little talk with yourself, you take a deep breath and step inside the building.

Having practised some modelling over the course of these few days from YouTube, you repeat the instructions you came across. Head held high, shoulders and back straight, and sway your hips and arms naturally. You can do this! (The last part was not in the video)

You find yourself being so narrowly focused on your way to the room that you miss the tall body that's heading in your direction. Although, the other party also remains blissfully unaware of the fact that they are heading towards you. Guess it's only fair that you two collide with each other.

"Owwwwww," you groan

"I'm so sor–Wait you're the art girl!" His pupils dilate ever so slightly in recognition.

Your eyes widen when you realise, it's him out of all people. Once the surprise wears off, you nod and a part of you feels glad to know that he indeed does remember you.

"So wassup?" He asks, genuinely curious.

Now see, you possibly could have replied to that question with anything. But with how caught off guard and unprepared you feel, you don't find your brain having the capability to come up with something cool. Hence, nothing but the truth comes spilling out; truth with the slightest bit of lie, mixed with it. "A friend of mine mentioned that you were participating in the inter-college fashion competition–"

You searched him up on the net. That's the first thought that comes to Jungkook's mind. How can he be so sure about it? Because he made the post only yesterday and sure he's popular, but not so much on Facebook because he's hardly ever active there. The chances of your said friend getting to know about it are next to zero.

"It's more like, I was asked to represent our college," that's the second thing that comes to him and he cuts you off with it. Call it him being cocky (which he knows he is), but there's a huge difference between putting your name in a competition and the college board preferring him to represent them. He can't have people making mistakes, can he?

Your mouth forms an oh and your eyes sparkle in wonder because how good is he exactly at fashion designing?

"That's great," you say. "I hope you win it."

"Oh don't worry," he says with his gaze locked with yours. "Pretty girls inspire me."

Now, he had meant for it to come out as a fact. Because that's what it is. But with the way his eyes remain locked with yours, it makes you assume otherwise. Makes you think that the statement is directed at you.

You clear your throat and look away from him. Gosh, your knees are gonna give away.

"That's good to know," you say in a meek voice. "I was actually heading towards room 302. You know, just want to give it a try."

Jungkook's brow furrows as he observes you closely.

So you searched him up on the net. Cute. But he isn't interested in you and he can tell that unfortunately, you took his meaningless flirting as him showing interest in you.

Thankfully, you seem like someone who knows how to get the hint. You don't seem like you will trail behind him like a lost puppy even if he were to make it clear that he isn't interested in you. Good for him.

He comes up with a quick plan which he thinks will send the message loud and clear. He has just gotta be honest.

"Don't waste your time with that darling," he says as he takes out his phone from the pockets of those tight skinny jeans of his. Before you can ask for clarification, he is speaking again. "You see this girl?"

You take a look at his phone screen which is now facing you and is currently displaying a Facebook profile page. Tina Rei. After some pondering as to why this name rings a bell, it clicks. She's the same girl whose comment you stumbled upon a few days back.

Not sure what he is trying to say, you nod.

"She's the one who's going to be my model," he says before locking the screen. "She's just so hot. One of the prettiest girls on campus. Can't think of anyone else better."

Your stomach sinks at his words. Oh. He already has a model.

"Then why have this whole audition thing?" You ask, trying not to interact with your thoughts at the moment.

"Don't want to seem like I'm being unfair you know?" He shrugs. "But thought I'd save you some time. Going inside that room won't be of any use. I already know who I want to work with."

You simply nod at his words. You don't know what to say. You feel so stupid for letting your teeny tiny crush get out of hand and although you never admitted it out loud, his flirty actions had you hoping.

"Lost your voice, art girl?" He asks with a teasing tone. You refuse to answer him verbally, yet again and simply shake your head, making him sigh. "I'll get going then."

He moves forward a few steps but stops.

Walking back to where you are standing, he bends down a little to look into your eyes. "Also, a small piece of advice, you should probably stick to art. Modelling is not for you."

And then he's gone.

That day instead of going back to your dorms, you choose to go back home for the weekend.

Feeling angry with yourself, you find that you are not in the mood of interacting with anyone and desperately crave the comfort of home. Where you don't feel judged.

Thankfully, when you're greeted by warm hugs from your parents and gentle (very very aggressive) licks and kisses from your dog, you don't find it in you to regret making this decision.

A small smile manages to make its way onto your lips and you find your spirits being lifted ever the slightest.

Your dad watches you from the corner as you playfully give Jack belly rubs. He notices the way your eyes don't have their usual bright look and the way you seem as if something's been eating you away. He can't help but wonder what it is that seems to be bothering you.

Once you've gone to freshen up, he makes his way inside the kitchen.

"Do you think she's okay?" He asks in a tone that does not hide his worry at all.

Your mum takes a spoonful of the soup she's preparing and tastes it, soon letting out a satisfactory hmm.

"She's a big girl now, don't worry she'll be fine." Her words do not address his question as there's no point in denying that there's something that seems to be troubling you.

He sighs. "I know but I still can't help but get worried."

Patting his back, your mom lets out a huff in amusement. Two big kids she has got. "Don't worry, she's probably itching to talk to me about it. Maybe while we clean the dishes, okay?"

Your dad feels some of the tension leave his body at your mom's warm touch and nods with a sigh.

Dinner goes smoothly with you laughing loudly at your dad's exaggerated storytelling about the time he went fishing with his friends and at your mom's annoyed grunts and comments about how your dad has turned into a teenager. You laugh so much that you forget about everything. Temporarily.

Once you're alone in the kitchen helping your mom with the dishes, you feel the silence prompting your brain to be loud with its thoughts.

"Am I not attractive?" You blurt out of nowhere. But then it probably isn't out of nowhere.

You were so busy admiring and daydreaming about Jungkook's beauty that you did not stop to ponder the possibility that he might not find you attractive.

While the thought of your crush not finding you attractive is hurtful, the thought of your crush finding you unattractive is quite gut-wrenching. And something about the last comment he made before leaving, has you feeling all sorts of things.

Most importantly, it has you questioning if you really are unattractive. But at the moment, you're too scared to address that question, all by yourself.

Your mother's movements stop all at once. "What kind of a question is that? No never mind, I'll answer that– one of the most stupid questions I have ever heard."

A small smile appears on your lips at her dramatics. "It's a serious question, though."

She shakes her head as if to indicate that she won't tolerate any of your nonsense. Putting down the cleaning cloth, she walks over to you. "What is making you say all this?"

She keeps her tone gentle.

You sigh trying to hide the tears that try to leak out. "It's stupid."

"Nothing is more stupid than you thinking that you're not attractive." She quips and pats the top of your hair in hopes of giving you comfort. "Is it a boy problem?" She asks for clarification.

Feeling relief but also hating, how spot-on she is, you let it all spill out. You tell her how Jungkook just took your breath away. How he seemed to be the perfect guy. The guy you always dreamt about. How he looked like a literal prince. How he only stomped away after giving you hopes that you might have a small chance of being his princess. Not to mention, how that one comment made you feel insecure to ever be in front of him again.

Your mom's eyes soften. "Oh sweetie, come here." She wraps you in a warm hug and lets you cry silently for a while. "There's something that might help you."

You unwillingly retreat from her warmth to look at her. "What is it?"

"Just wait here," she says before swiftly getting up and heading towards her bedroom. You sit there and stare in confusion until she arrives. When she does, you find yourself thoroughly perplexed to find that she went to get a ring.

"A ring?"

She smiles. "Hmm but not just any ordinary ring. The one who puts this on you will start seeing you as their dream partner."

You blink at her blankly for far too long. "Huh? Mom, are you doing drugs?"

She throws her head back and laughs. "Thankfully, no, not yet."

"Then are you trying to check if I'm doing drugs?"

A chuckle escapes her lips and she shakes her head. "I get that you don't believe me but take this and try it out. Put that ring on the guy you like and let it do its magic."

Saying so, she takes a hold of your clenched fist and pries it open. Placing the ring on your finger, she looks at you and you can't help but feel even more disbelief when you see nothing but honesty in her eyes. "Take care of this ring, it's precious."

And then she's getting up, asking you if you'd like to sleep in her room as if she didn't just say the most absurd thing moments ago.

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seokjins-luigi · 2 years

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i hate everything about you | pt. 1 | pjm

・pairing: ex!jimin x ex!f!reader

・genre: exes to lovers | a lot of angst | a slightly little bit of a love triangle

18+

・word count: 6.7k

・summary: accidentally, you bump into your ex who, mind you, previously cheated on you. so you're 99% sure the only feeling you have left for him is sheer hate. but the 1% leaves you questioning.

・banner: by the amazing @kookdiaries

・A/N: firstly, i want to wish our baby mochi the happiest of birthdays! i really wanted to have something to post on his birthday, since i couldn't do it for any of our other boys this year ):

i also want to say that i'm really happy/surprised with the huge amount of attention the teaser for this fic got! i felt so inspired, thank you all for taking your time to share it and to talk to me about it too !! <3

i hope you enjoy this first part and i promise i won't take too long to put out part 2! here's a playlist for y'all to play as you read it, if you want to hehe also shoutout to the anon who asked for the black haired jimin header back lol this one's for you

as always, thank you to my fave person @primadonnasdream. without her, i would never be able to write any of my stories.

feedback is always appreciated, sweeties 💜

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There are about eighteen thousand bars in Seoul. You know this because you’ve just googled it. Out of curiosity? Not really. Just because you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that out of all the bars in Seoul, all the eighteen thousand bars in Seoul, Jungkook had to pick the one where your ex is currently working.

Not to blame it on Jungkook, poor guy. There was no way in hell he could know this and you’re sure that if you told him, he’d be crushed, since, according to him, he’s been trying to muster up the courage to ask you out for months. To be fair, you didn’t even know Jimin had left his partner, Seokjin, and his own bar to start working behind the counter again. Not that it's any of your business, anyway. He can go to hell for all you care, especially after dumping your ass three days before your four year anniversary for some random girl he met on that stupid fucking bar of his.

That fucking stupid bar he clearly didn’t even own anymore. Joke’s on him.

It broke your heart in a way you’re not sure it’s ever going to heal. He meant the world to you, all that butterfly bullshit and everything. When he left you, it felt like your world was falling to pieces. You shared a life, even shared a home. A small apartment near his stupid fucking bar, you were so happy when you two finally moved in together.

Building intimacy takes time, compromising to someone else’s well being and happiness costs more than only your time. Learning how to share your space, your insecurities, your feelings, your everyday life. That shit takes time. Giving yourself to a person takes more than that. It takes courage.

You gave all of that and much more to Park Jimin. But you regret doing so with every fiber of your being. Learning to live your life again without having him in it was one of the hardest things you’ve had to do so far.

You had your share of revenge after fucking his best friend, Taehyung, and making sure to tell him about it when you went to your apartment to get his stuff back. If you felt like shit, you had to try to make him feel at least one percent of the heartbreak you had been feeling. After that, you heard that he and Taehyung got into a physical fight and had cut ties.

It was definitely not a very peaceful break up experience, both of you were extremely proud people and could not stand losing. It took you a great amount of therapy sessions in order to stop dreaming and thinking about him 24/7.

Do you still believe in love after that? You’re not sure, probably not, but it doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. Jungkook was a very sweet and flirty distraction in the middle of your heartbreak. Not to mention the guy is hot as fuck, but right now, you swear you could just punch him in the face.

Because out of all the bars in Seoul, here you are. At the one your fucking nasty ex boyfriend works in.

As soon as you walked in, you felt something was off with this one. It felt like the universe itself was trying to spare you from this experience. Of course, you didn’t listen to your intuition, especially because Jungkook told you a friend of his has been talking wonders about the drinks from this specific bar.

Once you looked over at the bar, you saw him. For a split second, you froze. He looked as gorgeous as ever, dark locks obscuring his eyes from where you could see. You didn't allow yourself to feel any type of way with the sight of him, you were over him, you definitely didn't want to go back to the pit where you recently came out of, thank you very much. He was too busy with whatever he was doing at the moment to notice you, fortunately. You just rushed over to Jungkook, locking your arms out of nervousness, leaving him quite giddy about it.

Did you ask him to leave and look for another place to spend the night? No.

Should you have done so? Maybe.

But you wouldn't deny yourself the satisfaction of showing Jungkook off to him in the place Jimin works. It didn't matter that only looking at him made you miss him more than words can ever say, you know that he’d feel pissed out of his mind. You’d deal with your feelings some other time.

“Looks nice, huh?” Jungkook asks you with a sweet smile hanging on his pierced lips, bringing you back to planet Earth.

You nod faintly, showing him a warm smile.

“There's a balcony back there, do you see it?” He asks again, holding your hand now. You weren’t even able to react to Jungkook’s gestures properly, you were too lost in your thoughts about Jimin. “It’s got a very nice view of the city, if anything, we can take some nice photos here. You look hot, by the way”.

“Oh- I- Thanks, Jungkook. You too, by the way”, you tried smirking. “A-Are we getting a table or what?”

You usually don’t get thrown off by his compliments. You love when it happens, of course, but you’re usually good at flirting, you see he gets slightly puzzled as to why would you react like that all of a sudden.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” He asks you, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, a little concern can be sensed in his voice tone.

“Of course! Why do you ask?” You reply, tilting your head a bit, trying to sound convincingly confused.

You would not simply ruin your date by mentioning your ex boyfriend is the bartender he’s been listening compliments about.

“Nevermind… Why don’t you go ahead and grab us a spot on the balcony? I’ll do the honors and order our drinks. Any preferences?”

“Surprise me”, you challenge him, squeezing his hand before letting go of it, still trying to hold the confident demeanor he’s used to.

You head over to the balcony, not really looking over at the bar, trying your best to forget about the fact that Jimin was here and could notice you’re here too at any moment. The most annoying thing about this situation is that you’re feeling too nervous about seeing him. Much more than you should be.

So what Jimin is here? You’re over him, remember? Get your shit together. You’re here with Jungkook, enjoy your date.

You try distracting yourself by scrolling on your social media, not really paying attention to anything in particular, just trying to keep your mind away from Jimin. You can’t really understand why you feel almost shaky, maybe that’s how your body reacts to someone you hate.

You only had the courage to look into his direction again when you felt Jungkook was coming back to your table, with a warm expression adorning his beautiful features, holding two drinks in his hands. It would have been the beginning of a nice date, if you couldn’t see Jimin’s eyes shooting daggers in your direction from above Jungkook’s shoulder.

Yes, he’s seen you already. Of course he’s seen you.

Naturally, since you noticed Jimin’s eyes on you, you were simply not able to relax. Jungkook was acting like his normal charming self, completely unaware of what was going on inside your head. You simply nodded whenever it felt like he was waiting for a reply from you.

“Why are you nodding? Did you hear what I said?” He asks you, with an embarrassed half smile, making you feel slightly guilty for not giving him the attention he deserves.

Damn you, Park Jimin.

“Sorry, Kook, I zoned out for a second. What was the question again?”

“I said the restrooms here are amazing and that you should see it”, he repeats himself, pointing to the drink in front of you, he continues. “I need to use the toilet again, by the way, do you want another mimosa?”

“Oh, sure. Thanks”, you reply with a gentle smile, the nicest one you could flash at him.

You honestly liked him. He was a very good person, from what you could tell. Unfortunately, you completely lost the focus on this date, maybe it was your fight or flight instincts taking over your thoughts, but the only thing you could think about was Jimin’s burning gaze on you and how badly you wanted to escape.

You were pretty sure you got over him, he’s your past. That’s a fact. He is past, there’s no other way. The idea that he can look at you like you’re doing something wrong by moving on with your life makes you feel livid, that’s all there is to it.

He’s always had the talent to make everything be about him, but this time around it genuinely pisses you off. This whole situation was actually just a coincidence, he’s the one needing to get over himself.

“So, who’s the idol wannabe?” A voice startles you.

A voice you know all too well.

Following the sound of this voice with your eyes, you contemplate the one and only Park Jimin, the man who cheated on you. The once love of your life. You refuse to allow his presence to affect you in any type of way, though.

“Idol wannabe?” You snort, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Oh, you mean my date? Wow, Mini, you sound so frustrated when you put it like that… Cause, you know, you’re an ex idol wannabe too”.

“Very funny, babe. Who’s the guy?” He jerks his head in the direction Jungkook went, with an authoritative expression on his face.

Like he had any right to be asking you questions about your life.

“What’s that, Mini? A public jealousy display?” You figured the best way to deal with him was by not giving him what he wants.

“Isn't that what you wanted bringing him to the place I work?”

“I can’t believe- Why do you think I care about how you feel or don’t feel, Park Jimin-ssi?” You blurt out, trying to keep your composure as much as possible. The last thing you want is to make a scene. “It’s funny that you think I’d give myself the trouble to make you feel jealous. I didn't even know you left The Wave”.

“And you expect me to believe that?” He cocks his brows, eyes not leaving your face. “You're a character, Y/l/n Y/n-ssi”.

“As I’ve stated before, Park Jimin-ssi, I do not care about anything that’s related to you anymore. I’m sorry if my presence here feels like an insult or whatever, but, you know… You should have moved on with your life by now too”, as you spit these words at him, you see his eyes flickering with an indignation he would not be allowed to lash out the way you know he wants to, because, after all, this is where he works. “So, if you excuse me, my date can come back at any second and I have no interest in letting him know you’re my ex”.

He grimaced, not uttering another word. That is so unlike him, it’s funny... and kind of weird. He has quite the explosive demeanor and you know you were kind of harsh to him right now. You almost feel guilty, but then you remember how humiliating it was finding out about his infidelity.

What he made you go through was way worse.

Placing a Daiquiri glass in front of you on the table, he smirks, but you see his smile does not really meet his eyes, covered by a darker cloak you couldn’t actually explain where it came from.

“Alright, Y/n-ssi. Here’s your drink”, bowing to you, as he takes his leave. “You’re looking as gorgeous as ever. Good luck with your idol boy”.

“Jimin-ssi, that’s not really what we ordered”, you raise your voice tone slightly, just so you made sure he could hear you.

“Oh, I know, babe. But we both know you’re not really much of a mimosa woman”, he answers, the irony lying underneath every single one of the words that came out of his mouth, turning to you again. “I know you very well, unlike your date, apparently. Don’t worry, this one’s a little more expensive, so, it’s on me”.

He blinks at you, turning on his heels again, this time around not taking another glance in your direction again, leaving you with an almost bittersweet taste in your mouth, that only goes away when you see Jungkook’s smile getting near you again.

He sits in front of you again and you honestly don’t understand how you allowed Jimin to get under your skin for even a split second. Jungkook was everything you could ask for a guy to be: stunning, into you and not your complicated ex.

“A daiquiri?” He asks you in a gentle tone, knitting his brows together. “Sorry, I guess the bartender didn't understand what I said”.

“No. It’s fine, I’ve started drinking this one already”, you state.

It’s kind of cute that he paid attention to you to a degree in which he noticed the drink you were having. He’s a sweetheart, but Jimin was right, at the end of the day. You’re not much of a mimosa girl.

“Don't worry, he’s the one who made the mistake… I’m sure he’ll bring you a new one”, Jungkook turns in what you know is Jimin's direction, with his right arm raised, gesturing for him to come over to your table. Then, he turns back to you, with a sweet smile hanging from his pierced lips. “He’s coming”.

Jungkook calling him over was something you simply didn't expect to happen, you didn't have time to react, to think about something to say or for a reason to stop him. You figured you couldn’t have a very strong reaction here, since for all that matters to your date, this guy is just the bartender, not your ex-boyfriend from a relationship that ended really badly.

Naturally, it doesn’t take Jimin more than ten seconds to get to you, and knowing Jimin, he would stop anything he was doing so he could come over and be petty, if possible.

“Can I help you?” You hear his voice, but refuse to turn your head in his direction.

You know he’s looking at you, though.

“We have actually ordered a mimosa, but, maybe there was some confusion, and we ended up getting a daiquiri instead. I was wondering if there’s something we can do about it”, Jungkook had both sides of his mouth turned up in a likeable smile, as he gazed in Jimin’s direction.

You know Jungkook’s niceness would only piss Jimin off even more.

“Oh, yes, the daiquiri. There’s no mistake, actually”, Jimin mimics the smile Jungkook flashed at him, but you know his isn't a heartfelt one. “I think it suits her better than a mimosa. Anything else?”

“I’m sorry?” Your date’s brows snapped together and the niceness in his smile dissolved into disbelief. “How did you come to a conclusion about the type of drink she prefers?”

“Oh, believe me, I know it”, Jimin snapped back, in a controlled tone.

Jungkook’s eyes darted in your direction, kind of looking for some sort of endorsement to what he was saying to Jimin, obviously baffled by the boldness of this guy. He, obviously, didn’t find the same kind of expression on your features. It didn’t take him too long to understand that something was off, in a split second, you saw the realization dawning in his face.

You felt cold to your bones, concentrating on using every single bit of what was left from your self control in order not to run away from this bar and leave both of them bickering over the goddamned daiquiri.

“Well, she seems pleased with your choice of drink”, Jungkook tried, clearing his throat. “Thank you for your service, I guess. Keep up with the good work”.

Jimin bows to Jungkook and then to you.

The atmosphere Jimin leaves behind is so heavy you can almost touch it, you feel the air weighing all around you and Jungkook, who was focused on playing with the napkins on the right side of your table. You open your mouth, but the words just refuse to leave your lips.

You don't even know how to start. What could you possibly say in a situation like that? Most importantly, would you be able to actually explain anything without bursting into tears in front of Jungkook? Not only did you run into your ex for the first time in almost a year, but also he had to come over and make a scene in front of the guy you were seeing.

It was only your second date with Jungkook, after going out for a very nice dinner, in which the two of you couldn’t stop smiling and laughing at each other’s jokes. If only you two had gone two any other of the eighteen thousand bars in this city, you would have never seen Jimin and you’d also not be feeling this terrible uneasiness in your chest.

“So”, Jungkook breaks the silence, but you see he’s still looking at his hands as if those damn napkins were the most amusing thing in the world. “You apparently know each other”.

“We do. But honestly, I don’t really want to get onto this, Jungkook. Sorry”, you confess, not really knowing if you’re angry or simply dejected by this encounter.

Jungkook could have also just not mentioned the fact that it was clear you and Jimin have some kind of history. Why do men have to be so clueless all the time? Honestly, it feels like a curse liking men sometimes. The whole situation was so off putting, you truly just wanted to go home, it didn’t matter Jungkook was hot and the nicest guy ever, Jimin was able to kill the mood for you completely.

You see Jungkook is fighting some sort of internal battle and you feel extremely bad for being the reason behind it.. He had been the sweetest person you had a date with in a very long time. You obviously were not ready to try dating again, Jimin was still all over you, and unfortunately, not only figuratively speaking.

"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this mess", you finally break the silence, making Jungkook look at you again. "I honestly don't feel so good right now…"

"Yeah, I imagined. All I can do is wholeheartedly tell you that it's alright if you wanna go home or something. I don't really know what happened between the two of you, but I can tell something definitely happened", he sympatized and you could tell he was being genuine, not really knowing why, you just saw it in his eyes.

You feel like going home, for sure. Just laying in bed for a couple of hours and crying your eyes out would be the only medicine for this. Maybe, tomorrow after work, you’d need the “best friend plus romantic sad movies combo”, but you’d be alright. Unfortunately, seeing Jimin after this time apart was not as easy as you thought. You just knew that the lump in your throat wouldn't just disappear after installing itself there once again.

Looking deep into Jungkook's eyes, searching for some sort of judgment or resentment, which you do not find, you muster up the strength to be fully honest. If nothing, he deserved it.

"I do want to go, Jungkook", you confess, taking his hand, that rested upon the table, into yours and squeezing it lightly. "I'm really sorry for being a louzy date tonight. I promise I'll try to make it up to you".

"Hey, don't worry…" He says softly. Jungkook squeezes your hand back, but lets go of it and pulls it back, leaving yours hanging on the table by itself. "I have kind of waited a long time to ask you out, but I can wait some more. Date number one was amazing, but we can’t always win. I just want us to have a good time together. I'll let you make it up to me, it's fine".

“I’m really sorry…”

“It’s fine”, he shakes his head, a soft smile hanging loosely on his pierced lips, sounding convincing enough to you. He is genuinely a good person. “But for out next date, you’re the one who should be asking me out. Deal?”

He extends his tattooed hand to you, still beaming at you.

“Fair enough”, you shake his hand back, feeling a little better for his reassurance. “Deal”.

You must be the most stupid person to ever walk this earth and you know it. Losing your chance with a guy like Jungkook is one of the most ridiculous things you've ever put yourself through. But what can you objectively do? You just ran into your ex and it was awful. You just wanted to cry curled up onto your pillows until you forgot, once again, what the sound of Jimin's voice felt like against your ears. You were in no mood for small talk and flirtation anymore. It was better ending the night like this, than being a statue around him, right? And if he said you could make it up to him later, you could really try to.

You know that if you weren't feeling this blue, you'd be embarassed as fuck. Maybe, tomorrow, you will.

Jungkook insists on paying for your drinks, saying that you could pay on the next time. Good to know that he's really counting on a next time and he didn't say it just to be polite before. Fortunately, he doesn't really offer to take you home and you call yourself a car. All you wanted was to be alone with your thoughts for a while.

This whole situation wouldn't be this awful if you didn't feel Jimin's eyes on you the whole fucking time. You knew he was watching the whole scene unravel in front of his eyes with an indescribable delight.

Indeed, he won this time. But you could only hope that this was the only battle he'd win from now on. You needed to find your way back to yourself.

And you will, it’ll just take you a little bit of time again.

The light breeze gently touches your skin, as you feel the warmness of the rising sun delicately kissing your hair. The star emerges from behind the hills, as you stand in front of them, tall and strong, deeply rooted to the depths of the earth.

Suddenly, you hear a very loud noise, sounding like a distant bell. Looking around you, you’re not able to find the source of it. It’s not possible that it’s coming from one of the trees, is it?

You hear it again, this time, longer and more annoyingly depriving you from enjoying this beautiful day out in the meadows.

But then, you realize this is a dream. And as soon as the realization hits you, you wake up. You hate being an occasional lucid dreamer, who wakes up as soon as you notice you’re in a dream. It has prevented you from fulfilling many of your fantasies with your celebrity crushes because you always feel like the scenarios are too good to be true.

Then you hear the unblessed noise that woke you up one more time, noticing it’s been the sound of your doorbell this whole time. Finally finding your phone, after your hands grop on your bedside table looking for it, you see it’s 3:27 in the morning. Why the hell would anyone ring your doorbell in such an ungodly hour?

Well, a burglar wouldn’t ring the doorbell, right? You reason, trying not to freak the fuck out.

The doorbell rings one more time, then you hear what seems to be a muffled attempt at verbal communication. Should you go to the door? Should you call the cops? You have no idea.

It could be one of your neighbors looking for help. What if it was an emergency?

“Mrs. Hong? Is that you?” You blurted, voice a bit shaky from the anticipation.

You hear another muffled response, not really understanding anything this person is saying, but you know it definitely isn’t Mrs. Hong.

Fuck, Y/n, are you stupid? Whoever this is, now they know you’re inside!

You feel your whole body starting to tremble, heartbeat racing as the worst images possible flash through your mind. You want to go back to your bedroom, call the cops and hide under your bed until someone comes to save you from whoever is this weirdo at your doorstep. The sound of your parents’ voice saying you were crazy for moving out of their house to live by yourself echo through your brain and you can feel the tears start brewing in the corners of your eyes when you’re able to distinguish a word from the muffled bumbling from outside your door.

You are positive you heard the person finishing their sentence with a “babe”. Instantly, you feel a warm wave of relaxation invading your body, in contrast with the uneasy feeling you had a minute ago. You know exactly who it is on the other side of your door. Looking at the peephole, you find the exact person you expected to see leaning against your door frame. Park Jimin. A very, very drunk Park Jimin, from what you can see.

Your hand goes straight to the door handle, opening the door with a blunt movement. When he realizes what’s happening, his eyes land on yours and you see them turning into the shapes of small crescent moons, as a smile rests on his plumpy lips.

“You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, Jimin-ssi! What the fuck are you doing here?” you bark, watching the smile disappear from his face.

“Sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to scare you! I just want to talk to you and if I’m here, it’s your fault! I could have just called, but you fucking blocked me everywhere”, he pants in a high pitched voice, one he uses when he’s allowing his irritating to take control over him.

“It’s almost four in the morning… You’re clearly drunk… I really don’t want to do this, Jimin”, you state, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Please, get the fuck out of here before you disturb my neighbors too”.

Slamming the door on his face, you turn on your heels towards your bedroom, but before you’re able to walk four steps in its direction, Jimin’s voice can be heard from the inside again. Only this time, he didn’t have his face buried on your door and he was shouting in front of your house.

“Y/n-ssi! I just want to talk to you, pleaseee”, and the there was a knock on your door. “Y/n-ssi! Let me in, Y/n-ssi!”

You feel your blood boiling like magma in your veins, knowing you gave him the perfect weapon to use against you when you mentioned your neighbors. He knows you wouldn’t want these people to talk about you, to talk about the guy who was making a fuss by yelling your name for the whole street to hear in front of your house. You know him and you know that he knows how he plays his games, even when he’s drunk. In a blunt movement, you open the door and grab Jimin by his coat, this time, dragging him inside.

For a second, the two of you just stare at each other. Due to the closeness, you’re able to sense the scent of his cologne, the musky one you gave him on the last Valentine’s day the two of you have spent as a couple. You hate him even more for not getting rid of what’s left of you in him.

“You wanted to talk, didn’t you? So, talk!” You hiss, crossing your arms in front of your chest, feeling the need to break the silence before you did something you’d end up regretting.

He blinks, clearly still mesmerized by the fact that his lousy strategy to get you to do what he wanted worked.

“I saw you left not even five minutes later from that… Well, awkward moment”, he wiggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly as he speaks. “You got yourself a nice suitor, huh?”

“The moment was awkward all thanks to you!” You fumed, unconsciously raising your pointer finger in his direction. “You asshole!”

“Why am I the asshole here? I just told him the truth!” He stated emphatically, with a flicker in his eyes you were just not able to identify precisely.

You were able to smell the alcohol in his breath, due to the closeness, and you felt even more disgusted to be in his presence.

“After cheating on me, you think you have the right to come back and interfere in my love life?” You whisper, angrily. It feels like the temperature in your house is rising, but you know it’s just your anger making you feel hot on the inside. “What did I do to you, Jimin-ssi? Why do you feel like destroying my life every chance you get? Just leave me alone!”

You see your words have an effect on him and whatever he was about to say, you feel like your words have just stopped him from going on. He sighs loudly and when you were about to kick him out of your house, he starts again.

“Who… Who is he, babe?” He looked down as the question finally left his lips.

You almost missed him, his arms around you, his voice whispering soft words in your ears. You almost allow his vulnerable demeanor to get to you.

Almost, but you know better.

Sighing, just like he did seconds ago, you voiced.

“Why do you even care, Jimin? You have nothing to do with my life anymore, you know?” You run your hands through your hair, nervously, looking away from him for a second. “As I’ve told you earlier today, you should’ve moved on by now, after all, you were the one who chatead. Own up to your mistakes, dear, you’re a grown ass man. And stop calling me babe!”

He looks at you, wide eyed after you snap at him. The fact that after all these months without seeing him, you were finally able to say everything you wanted to say to his face brought you some sort of relief.

“When I saw you today, after all the time we’ve been apart, I realized that's the problem… I have nothing to do with your life anymore. I miss you, Y/n”.

It's so hard to hear him saying those things. Mostly, because, deep down you know you miss him too. It hurts so bad to know that you can never have him back, despite loving him. You'd never be able to truly let go of what he did to you. Acknowledging it was the hardest part, it felt like the lump in your throat just got bigger.

“You can't change that unless you have a time machine”, you said under your breath, more to yourself than to him.

“I can't believe he took this away from me too… Fuck…", he snorts, rubbing his face harshly with both of his hands.”

“What are you trying to say? Who is he?", you ask him impatiently. You would not have him just throwing crazy and riddled information at you at this point. "Are you talking about Taehyung?

“No. It's not about Taehyung. Nevermind", his eyelids drop as he mumbles.

“Really? Is that how shit’s gonna go down? You come to my house to pester me in the middle of the night like you had the right to still be in my life after what you did? And you talk in riddles, like, if there's something I still need to know, now's the only time!” You stop, trying to find the right words to try to get to him as much as he did to you. He didn't move, his eyes were still closed as you spoke. As he made no move, you felt like you could continue. “You know what’s funny, though? I guess if things had worked out with miss thing, you wouldn’t be here right now. So, thank you for showing me you’re just a lonely piece of shit. It's good to know you're in pain too”.

“You still have no idea, do you?” He snorts, mouth agape as he eyed you.

“Oh well, I don't know if I do. Please, enlighten me, Jimin-ssi. Did the illuminati make you cheat on me or something?"” Scorn spewing out of your words.

He looks at you once more, his eyes burning with longing. It just made your blood boil even more inside of your veins.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I can’t even say how all of that broke my heart in, like, one million pieces”, he whimpered lowly, his head down as the words left his lips, not really entertaining your mockery.

You snort.

“How all of that broke your heart? Have you considered that if you had not cheated, we’d still be together? Have you thought about how all of that broke my heart?” You poke him angrily on his chest, feeling the unwelcome misery settling once more in your chest once you heard Jimin’s words. “It was all your fault, Jimin! If we’re not together right now, it's your fault! You broke my heart!”

You vomit all those words at him, holding back the years with every single bit of strength left in you. His eyes travel up to meet yours as you spoke, Jimin’s features are clouded by something you can’t quite name. Is it regret? It must be, it’s the only thing that makes sense. Maybe he’s genuinely sad about it too, but it honestly doesn’t matter. Or maybe there was really something he was trying to tell.

Whatever it is, hee deserves to deal with it on his own. You don’t have to allow him to drag you back to the hole of pain you were able to come out of, very recently, by the way.

“You’re right, Y/n-ssi. It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have come here, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He sighs, running his hands through his dark locks that fell to the sides, looking partially messed, in a very attractive way. “Again, I’m sorry. For everything. Maybe, someday-”.

“Yeah, sure. It doesn’t matter anymore”, you cut him short. You just can’t do this anymore, you can’t listen to him whining. Not without bursting into tears and you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him.

On the other hand, the attraction you feel for him, right now, standing before your front door, his features barely lit by the only source of light coming from your bedroom behind you. You hate him for still looking great, for still messing with you, for still being the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You hate yourself too for feeling like that about him, after all this time.

“Is… This guy. Is he nice to you?” He breaks the silence, his voice as soft as feather touch against your ears.

“He’s just a guy, Jimin. But just stop… Stop asking”, you mutter. “Please, just go”.

He nods, still gazing at you with his magnetic dark eyes.

“I hope you know this”, he points to himself and to you, as he jerks his head in your direction. “Us. Me being here. It means I still have very strong feelings for you. Very strong feelings I can’t control, I guess”.

“I don’t wanna know, Jimin-ssi. Really”.

“I’m sorry, but by the way you still look at me… I’m sure there's still something there. Maybe you’ve done a nice job locking it away, but I know it’s still there”.

“I don’t-”, you stop yourself, and turn to him with a louder tone. “Just fucking go!”

The control you had over yourself so far was gone, you just want him out of your sight. Hopefully, out of your mind too.

When it finally seemed like he was ready to leave, he turned to you once more, gazing intensely into your eyes. Before you had the chance to tell him the get the fuck out for the last time, he had his arms around your waist and his lips found yours; hungrily.

His kiss was exactly the way you remembered. Intense. Passionate. Breathtaking. Right. It just felt like home. His tongue pursues yours in a fervent twirl and your tongue corresponds in the same intensity. His hand travels upwards, resting on the nape of your neck, spreading a pleasurable warm sensation where it touched.

He pins you up against the wall, his lips not leaving yours for a split second. He pressed his body against yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, enclosing any space that could be left between your body and his. He felt so warm against you and the way his touch felt against your skin made it impossible for your brain to think about anything other than the right now and how much you longed for him.

“I’ve missed this”, he said softly, his plumpy lips against yours. “So much”.

He presses his lips against yours once more, but now you realize you can taste the soju on his tongue. Then, you come to your senses.

You’re missing your drunk ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night. This is the man who cheated on you. The man who made a fool out of you and didn’t give a fuck about your feelings. You swore you wouldn't allow him to touch ever again. Here you are, breaking your own promise. Worse part is, maybe he won’t even remember anything that was said or done when we wakes up tomorrow.

In an instinctive impulse, you push him as hard as you can, trying to create as much distance as possible from Jimin. You don't face him long enough to know what happens to him, besides the confused look on his face after forcing him away from you.

“Jimin-ssi… Just get the fuck out of my house”, you start babbling, but trying to control the wobbliness in your voice.

You hate yourself for being so weak, all it took him was a kiss and you almost dropped all the defenses you’d worked so hard to build up.

“Y/n, just hear me out, please… I wanna tell you everything”, he cried out, his somewhat wobbly voice coming from behind you.

“Jimin, please!” You murmur, imploring. “Just leave me alone.

And there was silence. It felt like time had stopped, you just focused on not allowing the weight on your chest to take over you. You don’t know how long it takes, but you hear your front door being slammed, then all you could do was allow yourself the tears you were holding back to roll down your cheeks in an attempt to release this pain from your chest.

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Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes. If there are explicit scenes, readers will be warned. This fanfic focuses on the reader's relationship with Jungkook and Taehyung, separately.

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Chapter Fourteen

It was days of waiting for either of them to come back to the hospital to visit you. What to do, maybe you're a hypocrite. Sending two handsome men away and now wanting them back It seems a bit silly even to you. Your mother didn't leave your side, not for a minute. She only stepped away when some of your other friends came to visit. Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, and Jimin. They all came here to spend a few hours, or in the case of Jimin and Hoseok, the whole day with you. You can safely say that you understand what Jungkook and Taehyung mean to you, but without remembering them, it hardly matters. It's been almost three days since you returned home, and neither of them has shown up at your house. According to your mother, both of them call her. She said that despite not understanding your romantic life, she's happy that you'll definitely marry well. You're not so sure if she's right, but you don't know if you have an open enough relationship to tell her that you don't remember wanting to marry anyone. Your mother was a great caregiver, but you're feeling more liberated now that she's back home. And your first task is to go downstairs to fetch the mail. Using crutches makes it incredibly difficult to descend the stairs in your building.

"You need some help?" You look ahead and come face to face with Jungkook, who seems to have just come from a run, his hair wet and his face slightly sweaty. Truth be told, what a handsome man.

"I'd really appreciate it if you could help me with these crutches. Grabbing mail with them seems to be impossible." You say in response, not looking directly at him. There's always the risk of getting lost in his gaze and giving the wrong impression.

"Let me help you with that." He says, using the keys in your hand to open your mailbox. You take a deep breath, feeling Jungkook's scent fill the air of the lobby. He then places your mail in your hands and takes your crutches, handing them to you. You look at him with confusion, wondering what his plan is. Then he firmly puts his arm around you, lifting you up and placing you in his arms.

"You know that's not what I meant when I accepted your help, right?" You speak as he carries you to your apartment, which by the way, you're not sure how he's managing. Maybe he's a supernatural being, huh?

"All I know is that you're not in a condition to go up and down alone. I guess what you're trying to say is thank you." He doesn't seem too pleased. You look at him a little embarrassed.

"I'll put you down now, so get ready." He speaks as you search for a good response to give him. Nothing comes to mind. Maybe this accident has affected your ability to interact.

"Look, I... would like to apologize. I was rude that day at the hospital. Maybe because I'm confused. Maybe it's because..." Again, your ability to think of what to say escapes you. But Jungkook seems to be amused by this.

"Because I want you, Taehyung wants you, and you have no idea what you want?" He says, opening the door to the apartment for you. You then smile. It's funny to be in a confusing love triangle.

"Can I be honest with you? Like really honest?" You speak as you look into his eyes, now standing face to face with him just after he opened the door.

"It's hard to imagine a moment when you haven't been like this with me, but okay, be honest. Give me the truth, I can take it." Jungkook says playfully, which seems quite charming.

"Wanting isn't the issue. I don't even remember you guys, and I could easily want both of you back, with reciprocity. The problem is that you both seem to have deep feelings, something I don't have. And I hate to break it to you, I don't want to discover feelings." You say, being as honest as you can possibly be. The proximity between you two becomes more physical, giving you a sense that perhaps Jungkook is less disappointed than you imagine.

"When we talk about wanting, you mean..." Jungkook seems to be teasing, which is quite pleasant. Flirting is something new since you lost your memory.

"I mean, if you were to kiss me right now, I'd be okay with that. But if you want to sit down and talk about feelings, I'll save it for another time." You speak straightforwardly. Was that how you were before, or is it a new aspect of your personality?

"I believe a kiss is worth more than just an 'okay,' but let's see how you feel about it in practice." He says, pulling you closer and kissing you. But contrary to what you expected, it's a gentle kiss. A kiss that stirs your emotions, which you now can see is Jungkook's objective. But you can't seem to pull your lips away from his. It feels like a kind of addiction, something you want to hold onto. In fact, you're holding onto Jungkook tightly to keep him as close to you as possible. Until you stagger, almost falling.

"You want to, um... have some tea with me?" You say, adjusting yourself and heading towards your apartment. Now, what you want is a long make-out session with Jungkook.

"I don't know, maybe it's too much for you. Not to mention I need a shower." He replies, teasing you.

"You have two seconds to come in here, close the door, and seize this opportunity. If you want, you can take a shower here. I have a great washer and dryer." You suggest nonchalantly but hoping he accepts. There's a fire burning inside you, and he seems to be the cure for it at the moment.

"You know that means you're going to see me naked, right?" He says, closing the door, and you smile, leaning against the corner of the couch. He then comes towards you, and you kiss him again. There goes your time to be alone and reflect on what's best for you.

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MADNESS

💕Pairings: Female reader X Daechwita! King AgustD-1 // Female reader X Daechwita! AgustD-2

📝Summary: When the sound of Daechwita vibrates in the internal battle between the royal family twins. A king and a lover. Lust, Love and Betrayal are on rampage. You need to make a choice- Love or saving the trust. And your choices will have consequences...

✏️Genre: angst and fluff

✏️Rating: PG-18

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, cheating/affairs

Hii! Welcome to my work. I'm new in this platform but been posting my writing for four years now in AO3. English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Chapter 1: UNDER THE VEIL OF SILENCE

Chapter 2: A NEW BREEZE

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

#bts au fic #yoongi x you #yoongi smut #bts yoongi #yoongi fic #yoongi #daechwita #yoongi x reader #yoongi twins #love triangle #royalty #cherry soulth

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𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 | JJK

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Guy best friend!Jk x fem!reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Love triangle, smut, fluff, angst.

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: This book contains mature content, such as strong language, sexual activities and violence. Read at your own risk.

Any sort of plagiarism is highly unacceptable.

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯/𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺:

*.✧ Jungkook and Y/N embarked on a friendship that would stand the test of time. From the moment they crossed paths during their high school years, a deep bond formed, woven together by shared experiences and trust. However, as fate would have it, Y/N found herself entangled in the arms of another, while Jungkook discovered a truth that had long been concealed. *.✧

This book is available on Wattpad too! - { Captivating }

Release date: April 15th

-Ongoing-

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1# || 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡

You could imagine your Wednesday evening differently. You pictured yourself celebrating your one-year anniversary with your boyfriend at the Oddfellows club rather than experiencing a distressing emotional breakdown.

"Just bought some snacks. Wanna come over?"

That occasional message was all you needed to head straight over to Jungkook's place. Maybe it would help you clear the horrible scene from earlier off your mind.

You settled onto the sofa after borrowing a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized shirt from him. You emitted a frustrated sigh, while he calmly sipped his beer, observing you intently. He could sense that something was wrong without a doubt.

"You good?" Jungkook inquires, once again taking a sip of his beer while you find yourself completely lost in your own thoughts. “Y/N?"

He sets his beer down on the table and moves closer to you, placing a hand gently upon your shoulder. "Hey.”

You emerge from your reverie, shifting your focus to Jungkook, who gazes at you with big, doe eyes. "Did you say something?"

"I asked if you're okay." He repeats, his concern evident in his tone. "You seem bothered. You barely even talked ever since you've got here."

You inhale sharply before averting your gaze from his. His heart clenches at the sight of you looking so distant and troubled. Despite you always exude confidence and boldness, it's rare for him to witness you in such a troubled and lost state. He takes another sip of his beer, trying to keep his cool as he waits for you to open up.

"I dont know, It's just.."

He leans in closer to hear your response, his eyes never leaving yours as he waits for you to continue. "You know that one party everyone's been talking about recently?”

"Yeah, I heard about it." He nods, sensing that this is where your story is going.

"I.. fuck. I caught Seungmin cheating at that party a few hours ago." You inhale sharply, clenching your eyes shut when the terrible scene starts playing in your mind all over again. You're still trying to wrap your head around everything that happened earlier. You feel like crying again, but it's just not coming out. It's your first time facing a situation like this.

You and Seungmin had a remarkable relationship that endured for nearly a year. Your bond was truly exceptional, as he provided you with all the love, happiness, and passion you could ever desire. Seungmin was the epitome of the ideal boyfriend, and each new message from him made your heart flutter. Moreover, you felt safe with him.

Although, sometimes you noticed a lack of excitement from him whenever you were together. It made you question if you were truly enough for him. Eventually, you came to accept it as part of his personality. However, today, he has proven you wrong.

Jungkook's eyes widen at the news. His gaze hardens, and he remains silent for a few seconds. "What?"

"Yeah." you mutter. A moment of silence hits the room before Jungkook breaks it.

"Is he still there?" His jaw tightens, he barely even shows a single emotion as he presses his tongue against his inner cheek.

Knowing Jungkook and his fiercely protective nature, he would undoubtedly destroy someone to defend those he deeply cares for. Over the years, you have come to realize this as he has rescued you from multiple different situations.

You quickly shift your gaze back to his, surprised as your mouth agapes a little. "Kook, don't make me regret telling you about it."

"I'm just asking." He says, his voice low and controlled.

"You won't touch him, alright?" You lean forward as he ignores you. Jungkook delicately glides his tongue over his lower lip piercing, seemingly engrossed in his own world. "Kook."

"I won't." He tells you through gritted teeth.

Jungkook and Seungmin always seemed to have a strained relationship. Whenever they were in each other's company, there was an undeniable sense of discomfort in the air, even if they didn't openly display it.

"Thank you." You say softly before grabbing the remote to play a movie.

Jungkook nods, shifting his attention back to you as you bite on your bottom lip, trying to find a nice movie for the both of you to watch.

You're in denial, unsure about how to react or what emotions to experience. You tend to conceal your emotions when you're in the presence of others, as if you're worried they might perceive you as weak and vulnerable. However, Jungkook is familiar enough with you to recognize your current state. You do look weak in that state, something he doesn't get to witness very often.

After we collided is the movie currently playing on the TV screen. The room is silent, only the movie's background sound can be heard. Jungkook adjusts his position on the sofa, while you sit quietly beside him, wrapped in a blanket and barely focusing on the movie. You seem lost in your own thoughts, overanalyzing the person you once believed was your beloved. Jungkook can't help but feel concerned by your broken state.

It pains him to witness you in such a state of confusion and disarray. He draws you nearer, gesturing for you to rest your head on his lap, and you do.

Tears well up in your eyes as he gently strokes your head. "I loved him," You sob, and he can sense his heart cracking just from hearing your shaky voice.

"I know." Jungkook says softly as he keeps stroking your head. He listens to your sobs, allowing you to release all of your frustrations. The thought of your ex-boyfriend treating you this way fills him with anger, and he tries to push aside thoughts of what he would do if he were face-to-face with him right now.

Time passes by, and you eventually fall asleep on Jungkook's lap. Not wanting you to wake up uncomfortable on the couch, he carefully rises to his feet, taking care not to disturb your sleep. He scoops you up in his arms, holding you in a bridal style embrace and carries you to his bedroom. He lays you down gently on the soft bed, making sure you're still sound asleep before quietly stepping out of the room.

"Fuck.." he mutters, collapsing on his sofa and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Just as the silence envelops the room, a phone call shatters the tranquility. Jungkook curses under his breath, hoping the sound didn't wake you up as he quickly retrieves his phone from his pocket, only to see Jimin's name flashing on the screen. He swiftly answers the call, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Finally! Oh my god!" Jimin shouts in relief on the other end.

"Jimin-ah, it's almost two in the morning." Jungkook whispers, ready to digest Jimin's words, as usual.

"I'm sorry, man, but seriously, I need your help." Jimin's voice echoes through the phone. There's a bustling noise of a crowd in the background.

"Did you seriously go partying with Taehyung again?״

"He dragged me with him. It wasn't my idea, trust me." he quickly defends himself. "Anyway, Taehyung refuses to take a cab and insisted on calling you instead."

Jungkook ponders your current state and suddenly a memory flashes in his mind. "Are you guys at the Oddfellows club?"

"Yeah, the party Kazuha's been arranging."

"I'm on my way. Wait outside." Jungkook quickly says before he gets up from his lazy position.

"Thank you! You're a life saver, seriously!" Jimin shrieks in relief over the phone, causing Jungkook to chuckle and roll his eyes before ending the call.

He swiftly slips his phone back into his pocket and makes his way to the front door, making sure not to make any noise that could disturb your sleep. Putting on his coat in a hurry, he opens the door and steps out of his apartment, careful to maintain a quiet demeanor throughout the process.

*.✧ *.✧ *.✧

"Taehyung-ah, I swear to god, when you get sober I'll make sure to beat the shit out of you!" Jungkook is immediately greeted with Jimin's threats directed at Taehyung, who seems to be causing some trouble as he gets out of his car.

Jimin's gaze meets Jungkook, and he looks at him with a sense of relief almost as if Jungkook is a fallen angel.

"Jungkook! Thank god!" Jimin says as he tries to steady Taehyung, who insists on lying on the floor like a lost child instead of standing up normally.

"He's a demon! I can't take this anymore!" Jimin complains, gesturing towards Taehyung who is lying on the ground, laughing to himself as if he just heard the funniest joke on earth. Jungkook can't help but chuckle at the sight, tapping Jimin's shoulder and motioning for him to move aside.

"Tae, get up. You have to go home." Jungkook tells Taehyung who is clearly drunk and gives him a stern look. However, Taehyung scowls and remains on the ground, still refusing to stand up.

Jungkook lets out a sigh, gracefully lowering himself to one knee before firmly grasping Taehyung's arm and rising him to his feet as he keeps whining like a four year old.

After much effort in leading Taehyung towards Jungkook's car, with him randomly collapsing on the floor every two seconds, Jimin and Jungkook finally manage to place him in the back seat.

"If you throw up in my car, I'll kill you." Jungkook threatens him with a sarcastic smile before shutting the door and turning his attention back to Jimin.

"Get in the car, I need to take care of something." Jungkook gives him a commanding gaze, issuing the instruction with a stern expression on his face.

"Okay." Jimin furrows his brow at him, but refrains from further inquiry as he hops into the car.

Jungkook turns around and proceeds towards the club. As he enters, the scent of alcohol and weed permeates his senses, while the lively party continues unabated. He pushes through the crowd, scanning the faces and searching intently for a particular person.

He's searching for Seungmin.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2# || 𝘼 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩

Jungkook navigates his way amidst the bustling crowd, diligently in search of a particular person. His purposeful gaze is fixed upon none other than Seungmin, who is currently seated at the bar in the company of a woman.

"Cheers!" The young woman raises her drink for a cheer, applauding and laughing with Seungmin. It's obvious that he is captivated by her charm, as if he has momentarily forgotten about his relationship with you.

Seungmin takes a sip of his drink and smiles at the young woman, gazing into her eyes with a longing expression. "Wait here, I'll be back in a minute." He suddenly says, smirking and pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear as she nods. Seungmin quickly gets up from his chair at the bar, heading towards the narrow hallway on the other side of the club.

Jungkook observes Seungmin while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, fueled by frustration, and decides to follow him.

The hallway is dark and empty as he steps further into it, making his way towards the bathroom. When he enters, he finds Seungmin adjusting his dark hair in front of the mirror.

He positions himself at the entrance, maintaining a stoic expression as he glares at Seungmin. A discernible sigh escapes his lips, capturing Seungmin's attention. He raises an eyebrow in surprise, but swiftly changes his entire expression, plastering a fake smile on his face.

"Jungkook, I didn't know you were here." He turns his figure towards Jungkook, running his fingers through his thick hair as he speaks. "It's good to see you, man."

Jungkook pokes his tongue against his cheek. "I wish I could relate." He says, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. The irritation in his voice is unmistakable. He's furious, furious at the thought of you in such a state of confusion and heartbreak over a guy you believed to be your beloved. He's doing his best to stay composed and not overstep any boundaries. For now.

"It seems like you and Kazuha were truly enjoying yourselves out there," Jungkook points out, causing Seungmin to freeze in his place before stepping towards him. "You know, Y/N was genuinely thrilled about your upcoming anniversary."

Seungmin shoots Jungkook a fierce look, his gaze filled with intensity. "What do you want, Jungkook?"

Jungkook lets out a chuckle, averting his gaze while delicately running his tongue over his lower lip piercing. Things escalate rapidly as he forcefully grabs him by the neck, firmly pressing him against the wall.

"You son of a bitch," Jungkook murmurs as Seungmin struggles to articulate a response in his defense, but Jungkook intensifies his grasp on Seungmin's neck even more, causing Seungmin to claw on Jungkook's hand. "I always knew you were a jerk. The moment I laid my eyes on you and saw that intimidating expression, I could tell you were nothing but bad news for Y/N." He says, making sure not to break his longing glare. "Now listen up,"

"If I ever catch the sight of your twisted face near her again, I'll make sure you never lay a hand on anything. Am I clear?" Jungkook says through gritted teeth, promoting a quick nod from Seungmin, who is struggling to catch his breath. "I can't fucking hear you." He says, tightening his hold on Seungmin's neck.

"Yes.." he gasps for words, his face slowly turning pale. Jungkook locks his gaze on Seungmin for a few moments, but eventually releases his grip, reminding himself not to cross the line. If you hadn't warned him about touching Seungmin, things could have ended much worse. Seungmin drops to his knees, clutching his throat as he gasps for air.

Jungkook turns around and walks away, contemplating how you could have possibly developed feelings for that guy.

*.✧ *.✧ *.✧

"Morning," Is the first thing you hear as you emerge from the confines of Jungkook's bedroom. Your brow furrows as you instinctively clutch your forehead and squint your eyes, you're exhausted.

"Mhmm." You hum softly as you take a seat in front of the kitchen's bar, observing Jungkook as he busily prepares breakfast. Through your groggy morning haze, you watch him organize everything with blurred vision. He seems so remarkably energetic, as though he has been awake for hours, despite the current time being eight in the morning. Typical Jungkook.

"You look terrible." He jokes, emitting a chuckle as he delicately positions a plate in front of you on the table.

"Oh shut up, Jeon." You scoff at him. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"No serious cases for today," he says, cleaning the kitchen's counter in process. "Decided to stay at home."

Jungkook, a skilled mechanic, has held an unwavering admiration for vehicles from a very young age. His excitement for attending to a diverse range of tasks at the garage is palpable, not to mention his perfectionism.

"Listen, if you're doing any of this because of me, don't. I'm fine." You tell him, avoiding his gaze. However, Jungkook is well aware of your true state. He knows that you are not okay.

He finishes settling everything on the kitchen's bar and takes the seat beside you. "I'm not doing this because of you," he says, taking a sip on his juice. "I'm doing this because, simply, I can."

You're aware that he is doing this for your sake, though. He's genuinely concerned about you, and you know it.

You grab your fork and start chewing on your food, an awkward silence fills the air.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" A deep, raspy voice speaks up, causing you to turn around. You're immediately met with the sight of Taehyung's smudged morning face as he rubs his eyes.

"Speak for yourself?" You give Taehyung a puzzled look and then shift your gaze towards Jungkook, seeking clarification.

"He got drunk yesterday," he quickly explains. "Jimin called me to deal with his ass after you fell asleep."

Taehyung plops down on the seat next to you and Jungkook, snatching a bite from your plate and you roll your eyes at him. "Fuck," He whines, clutching his forehead dramatically. "I think I'm dying."

Jungkook stands up, sighing after polishing off his plate and placing it down in the sink.

"Hold on," Taehyung suddenly says, catching your attention as you turn towards him. "Where were you yesterday? I thought you and Seungmin were celebrating your anniversary together."

Your expression falls at the thought of your ex-boyfriend. Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat, leaving Taehyung confused and cast a perplexed gaze upon both of you.

"We're not together anymore." You clarify, sipping on your orange juice as Taehyung's jaw drops in response.

"No way," he gasps. "What happened?"

"Taehyung." Jungkook shoots a disapproving glare in Taehyung's direction, signaling him to let go of the subject and Taehyung helplessly shrugs.

"I'll be back." You mutter, rising from your seat and proceeding towards Jungkook's bedroom,

capturing the attention of both Jungkook and Taehyung.

You close the door behind you, collapsing onto the bed with a heavy sigh, tightly shutting your eyes. You can't come to accept that it's all over.

The memories of joy, affection, and solace shared with Seungmin have faded into the past. One thing that weighs on your conscience is the persistence of your love for him despite his betrayal. You had placed your trust in him, the man who took your virginity and stood by you during your most challenging moments.. backstabbed you.

You retrieve your phone from your pocket, deftly navigating through its contents in search of fresh updates, as a means to distract your attention from current circumstances.

Your heart sinks as you notice an unread message from Seungmin.

"Can we talk?"

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3# || 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

"Tae, seriously, couldn't you read the room?" Jungkook scowls at him, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. He's frustrated that you have been reminded of the unfortunate incident from yesterday, just when he successfully managed to divert your attention.

"How'd you expect me to know that they aren't together anymore!" Taehyung exclaims helplessly.

Jungkook sighs, realizing he shouldn't hold Taehyung responsible for reminding you. He wasn't aware.

"She caught him cheating at Kazuha's party yesterday," Jungkook clarifies and Taehyung's eyes widen in response. "She didn't contact him ever since."

Jungkook pokes his tongue against his cheek, the memory of him choking Seungmin yesterday reflects in his mind. In that moment, he feels like the experience may not have been enough.

"Shit.." Taehyung lets out. He's in complete disbelief. He cannot wrap his head around the fact that the guy he's been hanging out with, having drinks and fun with, and who happened to be his friend's boyfriend, is actually a total jerk.

Taehyung and Seungmin have known each other for a long time prior to your introduction to Seungmin. They have maintained a friendship since their college days, and your initial encounter with Seungmin occurred through the invitation extended by Taehyung to you and the rest of the group to hang out at a bar.

While Seungmin had a reputation for being unable to hold long-term, serious relationships, it was widely known.

During his high school years, he would swiftly pursue 'romantic' connections with young women, only to end them without any apparent emotional attachment. However, when he crossed paths with you, it seemed to be a different story. With you, he exhibited a distinct demeanor, revealing a previously unknown facet of his personality.

Yet, here you are. Trembling in front of the keyboard, completely lost for words.

You don't know how to react. How to feel, what emotions to experience in this moment.

Are you genuinely willing to grant a second chance to the guy who has deceived you? The person in whom you placed immense trust, yet still acted covertly against you? You don't know.

Despite the sense of embarrassment accompanying this admission, you find yourself still harboring love towards him, even in light of his betrayal. You yearn to defy these emotions and move forward, fight against your heart, yet find yourself unable to do so. Love persists within you, and you hate yourself for it.

The name you designated for him in your contacts momentarily illuminates your attention. 'Min', with a heart emoji next to it.

Your fingers tremble in front of the keyboard, leaving you in a state of speechlessness, struggling to find the appropriate words.

As you were on the verge of composing a reply, the sound of the door opening interrupts your train of thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, positioning himself by the entrance and prompting you to sit up and turn around.

You swiftly avert your eyes from his, redirecting your focus back to your phone. "Yeah, yeah everything's fine."

"Are you sure? You look like you just saw a ghost or something."

"Kook, just fucking leave it. I told you, I'm fine." You frown at him. You're frustrated. Actually, you're being troubled by a multitude of different emotions, to the extent that it hinders your ability to think straight.

You're unsure of how to conduct yourself in such situations. You feel lost, and Jungkook doesn't blame you for it.

"Fuck, that was so bitter." He chuckles, trying to lighten up your mood, but fails. He lets out a sigh as he enters the room and proceeds to close the door behind him, taking a seat on the bed beside you.

"Y/N, look at me." He says softly, pressing his palm to the back of your neck gently.

You avert your gaze, sucking on your lower lip. You can't allow yourself to cry in his presence. Not again. You don't want to reveal this vulnerable, shattered state to him. "Y/N."

"What?" You let out with a shaky voice, trying your best to sound composed.

He pulls you into a hug, embracing you tightly. At that moment, you find it difficult to restrain your emotions any longer. Tears stream down your face and you maintain a quiet composure, while he offers comfort by gently patting your head and stroking your hair.

"You'll be fine," he says. A sob escapes your mouth as he keeps rubbing your back, and he tightens his hold around you. "I promise."

The following moments pass in complete silence, with only the audible presence of your sobs.

"You know," Jungkook starts, breaking the silence. "It's okay to feel hurt. I know it's tough to let go of the situation at first, and it definitely takes some time. But eventually, you'll get there. Just remember you're not alone."

You attentively absorb Jungkook's words, wondering what the hell you did to deserve him. Releasing a deep sigh, you choose to distance yourself from him, feeling a sense of embarrassment upon witnessing your own vulnerable state.

"Thanks, dad." A smile plays on your lips as Jungkook scrunches his nose at your sarcasm.

"I hate you," he says, running his tongue over his lower lip piercing. Both of you share laughter, and Jungkook finds solace in witnessing the return of your radiant smile again.

*.✧ *.✧ *.✧

"Dude, she asked me to bite her tits hard enough to draw blood!" Taehyung exclaims and Jimin's jaw drops in response.

As you take a sip of your drink, the vibrant sounds of the bustling crowd and the energetic music fill your ears. Jungkook sits quietly beside you with a smirk plastered on his face, arms crossed, immersed in Taehyung's story.

Of course Taehyung has once again worked his charm and managed to convince all three of you to join him for another night of partying.

Over the past three days, you have confined yourself within the walls of your apartment, diligently attending to work and various tasks. However, you have yet to respond to Seungmin's message. You can't find the right words, and you find yourself contemplating whether granting him a second chance is truly warranted.

"Did you do it?" Jimin asks him, moving forward to grab his beer. "Of course I didn't." Taehyung leans back on his chair, running his fingers through his shiny black hair.

"Is she the same girl from new year's eve?" Jungkook chimes in, adding his voice to this rather intriguing conversation they find theirselves in.

"No, that one asked me to punch her in the face."

"You guys are literally disgusting," you say after fake gagging at their horrible conversation. "I'm going to get us some more drinks."

As you rise from your seat, prepared to proceed towards the bar, Jungkook intervenes by gently grasping your wrist, halting your movement. "I'm coming with you."

You give a subtle nod in reply, silently expressing your agreement. It would be more preferable if he joined you, though. Given the presence of unsavory people at the bar, you'd rather steer clear of any potential trouble they might bring.

You and Jungkook navigate through the bustling crowd, making your way towards the bar. Skillfully placing your orders, you settle onto the round chairs, patiently awaiting the arrival of your beverages.

Both of you engage in a conversation, you delve into a casual discussion about work, daily schedules, and other topics of interest.

A group of women passes by, whispering and giggling while their gaze lingers on Jungkook, leading you to roll your eyes in response. It's a familiar sight, and you've grown accustomed to such attention.

It's undeniable that Jungkook is good looking. Hot, even. Sometimes you can't help but think how it would be easier if you had an ugly best friend instead.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook inquires, questioning your puzzled look.

"What? Nothing." You say, redirecting your focus towards him.

Your train of thoughts is abruptly interrupted as you catch the sight of Seungmin and Yoongi seated together across the club. Your gaze meets Seungmin's, causing you to momentarily freeze in your current position.

Fuck.

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4# || 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

"That fucker had the courage to fucking threaten me."

Seungmin and Yoongi are currently situated in the corner of the club. Seungmin's gaze meets yours, and a sense of unease washes over him upon spotting Jungkook at the bar. He skillfully conceals any signs of his uneasiness in front of his friend, though.

Seungmin is still annoyed by the encounter with Jungkook from several days ago, yet he chooses not to reveal his inner emotions. The mere thought of Jungkook's audacity to threaten and humiliate him ignites a fiery anger within him, and he hates it.

"Why is he so protective over her, anyway?" Yoongi shoots Jungkook a puzzled look from across the club, then quickly shifts his attention back to Seungmin.

"They've been best friends since high school," Seungmin explains. "Everytime someone mentions anything romantic between them they just deny it, but it's so fucking obvious that the bastard has feelings for her."

It's true that you and Jungkook share an incredibly strong connection. Not a romantic one, of course. One that goes beyond ordinary friendship and resembles a familial bond. This friendship is often misunderstood by others. But as time has passed, you've grown used to these misunderstandings and have opted not to continually explain yourselves to everyone.

"Shit.." Yoongi places his drink back on the petite table. "So are you and Y/N in a conflict right now or what?"

"I wish I knew, man. She left me on seen." Seungmin sighs, leaning back on his chair.

He's aware that he fucked up, that he failed you. He has been awaiting your response for the past few days and continues to do so. Though Jungkook's threats kept echoing in his head, he chose not to give a fuck about it. He's determined to solve things out with you.

"Dude, you're officially Y/N's bitch. I can't believe you actually fell for her even though it was all a part of a bet."

Yes, your relationship with Seungmin originated from a stupid bet initiated by Yoongi and Woojin when they first encountered you at a party with your friends. Seungmin was tasked with the challenge of making you fall in love with him, with the intention of breaking your heart. However, things took an unexpected turn, and Seungmin found himself developing genuine feelings for you instead.

"Shit, I know." Seungmin admits when he hears his phone vibrating in his pocket with a notification. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, only to see your name flashing on the screen with a new message.

"Outside. Now." That single message prompted him to swiftly stand up from his chair.

"What is it?" Yoongi looks up at him, questioning the sudden action.

"It's nothing. I'll be back in a few minutes." Is everything he says before pivoting and proceeding towards the exit. Since the incident, he has eagerly craved for a solitary communication with you and wondered whether he can earn your forgiveness and mend the situation between you both.

When he finally makes it to the exit, he steps outdoors and promptly scans the surroundings in search of your presence, only to spot you leaning against a nearby wall, just a few meters away from him.

He couldn't resist but observe your entire body, attentively taking in every detail from head to toe. You look beautiful. The way your sleek black dress accentuates your curves, your shiny black hair cascading down your shoulders, and the flawless makeup enhancing your soft features..

As he approaches you, you eventually become aware of his presence. You promptly straighten your posture, while he stands before you, earnestly seeking to discern your emotions through the gaze in your eyes.

"Hey." Seungmin simply greets you, sending you one of his captivating smiles.

You've always admired his smile. It's a conflicting mix of anger and happiness to see him. It's difficult to reconcile the love you still feel for someone who betrayed your trust.

"You wanted to talk, then talk." With a serious expression, you fold your arms, seeking clarification from Seungmin.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." He apologizes. When you look at his face, you can see the guilt written all over it. And for a split second, you can't help but feel a twinge of compassion for him, even though he's the one who caused all of this mess.

"About what? Making out with Kazuha right in front of my face?"

Seungmin lets out a profound sigh, running his fingers through his luscious hair. He ponders whether he can still attain your forgiveness.

"Listen, I know I fucked up. I know I failed you," he quickly admits. "But I wasn't sober that night and I wasn't thinking straight."

You can't help but emit a slight chuckle of annoyance in response to his excuses. But deep down, a small part of uncertainty lingers, contemplating whether to place trust in his words or not.

"Y/N, you've to trust me. I love you."

It's tough when you hear his last words, and you can feel your heart cracking a little. You still love him, and it's frustrating how much power he has over you.

"I trusted you. You, of all people, the one I would entrust my life to, have betrayed me." You avert your gaze from his. "I don't have to forgive you, and there's really no justifiable reason for me to forget all of this."

Seungmin attentively absorbs your words, and a profound sense of guilt engulfs him. "I know."

"But I don't want to simply discard a one year relationship. Just because I might forgive you, it doesn't mean that I'll forget about this mess."

Seungmin feels a profound sense of relief and joy as your words resonate with him, realizing that he might have just been granted a second chance.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." Seungmin's lips curl into a smile, and he swiftly embraces you, enveloping you gently in his arms. Despite the short amount of time apart, you craved for his touch, for his presence. The mere idea of being separated from him was unbearable. You love him.

The following moments transpire in silence, with only the embrace between you and him. You choose to create some space between the two of you and direct your gaze into his deep, dark eyes.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," he suddenly says. "Make sure to check your phone."

"Okay, okay," You find amusement in his words, causing a chuckle to escape your lips at his joyful tone, and a smile graces your face.

He gently taps your shoulder, and you reciprocate with a final smile before he turns and departs from your presence.

Once he leaves, you can't help but ponder deeply about what just happened. Did you make the right decision? Was it too hasty to let go of the situation so easily? You're unsure.

As you navigate your path towards the entrance of the club, you're being interrupted by colliding with the solid chest of someone. You quickly direct your gaze upwards only to find yourself locking eyes with the familiar and captivating gaze of Jungkook.

"Where the fuck were you? I've been looking for you everywhere." Jungkook exclaims, loud enough for you to hear due to the loud voices surrounding you.

He distances you from him, holding onto your shoulders and scanning your entire figure, as if something happened.

"Calm down, I'm okay. I was just talking to someone."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, directing his gaze towards you with a hint of curiosity. "Why didn't you answer the phone? I thought something happened."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you called." You quickly apologize. You choose not to spill the beans to Jungkook about your conversation with Seungmin for now. You'd rather keep things on the low, as it might not be the best idea to go blabbing about it everywhere.

"Do you mind telling the others that I'm leaving? I'm getting a little tired." You ask him, searching for an answer in his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Want a ride? My motorcycle is outside." Jungkook's lips curl into a subtle smirk as he gracefully tucks his hands into his pockets. Even in his simple attire, he looks like a fashion model.

"Didn't you drink earlier?" You waste no time and ask him directly. You don't want to take any risks by riding with someone who's been drinking. But knowing Jungkook, he wouldn't have offered you a ride if he had been drinking.

"Nope, I don't feel like waking up hungover tomorrow."

"Alright, then. Thanks." You give him a grateful nod and nudge his chest with a smirk on your face. He playfully rolls his eyes in response and disappears into the crowd, probably to let Jimin and Taehyung know that you're heading out.

What a night.

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 5# || 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚

"Don't say anything." You cracked open your coke, avoiding Jimin's amused expression.

The weekend has been quite peaceful this far. You have been devoting your attention to self care and relaxation.

Sunday night proved to be somewhat awkward, as you and Seungmin are presently in the process of rebuilding your relationship. Seungmin is earnestly working towards earning your trust again, which led to a beach date for the two of you yesterday.

You cannot say you hated it. It was simply an awkward experience. Everything has been happening so fast, which feels strange to you.

During your date with Seungmin, both of you avoided discussing about the incident that caused your separation and instead focused on exploring new aspects of your lives that were previously left unshared.

It was a bit awkward, but also quite enjoyable. You both haven't had much time to talk about these kind of things lately.

Today is also a rather peaceful day at work. There aren't many people and the usual stress of being a barista at a cafe is absent, you're just tidying up the place a bit. You're currently on your break, seizing the opportunity to chat with Jimin.

"Why not? I have a charm." Jimin adjusts himself on the circular chair, resting his elbow on the bar counter while wearing a smug expression. He has been making attempts to 'express his interest' in your work mate, Iseul, for the past twenty minutes by literally eye fucking her.

"You'll scare her," you whisper-shout at him. "and take that creepy smirk off your face, you pervert."

Jimin disregards your words, and instead directs a longing stare towards Iseul from a distance.

You quickly pull a strand of his hair, eliciting a pained "ouch" from him. You can't help but chuckle as he shoots you a brief glare.

"By the way," Jimin initiates the conversation, transitioning into a new topic of discussion. "Where were you yesterday? I thought we were all supposed to have a movie night at Jungkook's."

Crap. You completely forgot about your plans with the guys. You were just too caught up with everything else.

"Sorry, I was out with Seungmin."

You pause for a moment, slowly comprehending the weight of what you've just said, causing you to momentarily freeze in your place.

"What—"

"What?" You quickly manage to speak right after him, your eyes widening.

Jimin's jaw falls open, and he gazes at you with a look of intense curiosity. "You were with who?"

You release a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and silently cursing yourself in your thoughts. "Please don't tell anyone."

"But didn't you guys—"

"Yes, we did." You interrupt Jimin's sentence, diverting your gaze from him. You didn't want to tell about your reconnection with Seungmin to him or any of your friends, despite the short amount of time that had passed since the incident. You still prefer to maintain a low profile.

It's not that you don't trust them. Of course you trust them. It's just kind of complicated to let others in on this thing. And honestly, even you can't believe what's happening.

"So what do you mean you were out with Seungmin?" Jimin still looks at you, awaiting further clarification and seeking for answers.

"It's complicated." You say, gracefully crossing your legs and taking a sip of your coke.

"I'm all ears."

"What?" You raise your brow at his words.

"I'm listening. Spill everything." Jimin tells you, shifting his chair closer and awaiting your willingness to start talking.

"God, you're so nosy." You give him a dismissive look, and he responds with a puzzled expression, gesturing for you to open up and tell him everything.

"What am I supposed to say? We just sorted things out.. I guess."

It's difficult to find the right words to explain the situation. Everything unfolded so fast, and it feels strange. Even to you. What are you supposed to tell him? That Seungmin cheated on you, pleaded for forgiveness, and you forgave him instantly?

Jimin gives you a puzzled look, silently indicating that your explanation doesn't quite cut it, and you let out a sigh.

"I gave him a second chance, Jimin." You tell him with a heavy heart. He gets it, no need to pry for more details. He knows how much you love Seungmin, and even though he wouldn't have let go of his mistake, he will always be there for you as long as you're happy.

"Listen," he strokes his chin. "If you felt like it was the right move to make, I'll support you. Just be careful, okay?"

You're grateful for Jimin's understanding and how he manages to move on from the subject. It's not unexpected that he supports you no matter what, you're happy to have him as a friend. "I will,"

"Thank you." You say softly, and a smile plays on your lips.

You know that reuniting with Seungmin so quickly after his mistake may not have been the wisest decision. You are aware of that. Yet, you still have a desire to trust him and offer him a second chance. Considering your one year long relationship with him, you hope that a similar mistake will not occur again.

As you glance outside the cafe, your attention is drawn to a black motorcycle pulling up. The rider switches off the engine and removes his helmet, revealing the familiar face of Jungkook.

You witness him gracefully running his fingers through his lustrous black hair as he proceeds to enter the cafe, capturing Jimin's attention and takes a seat on the round chair beside him, wearing a somewhat disgruntled expression. You and Jimin exchange glances in response.

"What's with the face?" You ask him, searching for his eyes.

"Shit, I gotta go. I'll talk to you guys later." Jimin abruptly says after glancing at his phone, likely indicating that he has a more pressing matter to do.

You give a nod of understanding, offering a subtle farewell wave as Jimin swiftly rises from his seat and departs from the cafe.

Jungkook remains seated, displaying no response and completely lost in his own thoughts with a disgruntled expression on his face.

"The heck is up with you?" You turn your attention back to Jungkook, giving him a quizzical expression, your curiosity piqued by his lack of reaction.

"I don't fucking know." He whines, rubbing his eye. "I've so much stress to handle. I need a break."

"You're such a crybaby." You can't help but roll your eyes in response to his complaints.

You quickly steal a glance at the circular wall clock, verifying the time, and find yourself cursing under your breath. "My break ended five minutes ago."

You swiftly return to your tasks, diligently organizing the area and replenishing the ice machine, among other duties.

"Order me a drink, I’m craving for something cold." Jungkook voices his thoughts, leaning his elbow on the counter while fixing his gaze upon you.

"Ask nicely, asshole. I'm not your maid." You scoff at him, diligently tidying the counter.

"Okay, sorry. Let me try again," Jungkook promptly offers his apologies, discreetly clearing his throat. "May I kindly request to place an order for a beverage, madam?"

With a swift motion, you hit his shoulder using the cloth in your hand, eliciting a chuckle from him. You simply disregard his presence and proceed to prepare his customary order without questioning any further.

"Oh and also," he speaks up, prompting you to shift your attention back to him. "Tae's birthday is in two days. I already discussed with Namjoon about something, but I need your opinion."

You were thinking about Taehyung's birthday and wanted to talk to Jungkook and Jimin about it, but got distracted by other things.

"Joon offered to hire the entire bawling alley for all of us."

Of course. Namjoon, a self made man and the CEO of a thriving company, shares a long standing friendship with Jungkook. From your perspective, they seem to have a close bond. While you wouldn't consider yourself as one of his close friends, you have known him for quite some time. Nevertheless, he's a very nice man.

"Don't you think he'd prefer go clubbing instead? I mean, it's Taehyung after all." You ask as you continue preparing Jungkook's order, nearly completing the process.

"Maybe? But he always goes partying and fucks around. I thought it'd be nice to try something different."

Jungkook's got a valid point. Partying is literally a part of Taehyung's lifestyle. It could be fun to mix things up and try something different for a change.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You carefully set Jungkook's Iced Americano on the counter before him, and he graciously utters a swift 'thank you', accompanied by a playful wink. You roll your eyes, unable to suppress a subtle smile.

"Hey," a voice unfamiliar to both of you interjects, instantly grabbing your attention as well as Jungkook's.

"This is bullshit. This thing tastes like an absolute shit!" The customer who had placed an order with you earlier exclaims, causing you to involuntarily flinch in response.

"Sir, calm down plea—"

"I want my money back!" He interrupts you abruptly with his loud outburst.

"We can sort things out, please, just calm down." You maintain a composed demeanor as you speak, and he takes a few more steps closer to the cash register.

"Give me my money back, or I'll—"

"Careful how you finish that sentence." Jungkook cuts him off with a low and menacing tone, leaning against the counter and fixing the man with a piercing glare.

The man gazes at Jungkook for a prolonged moment, while Jungkook maintains his intense glare without wavering. Eventually, the man looks away and forcefully places his order on the counter.

"Fuck this." he mutters in a tone of annoyance, turning around and departing from the cafe.

As you redirect your attention towards Jungkook, a sigh escapes you, one that you didn't realize you had been holding.

"Hey," you let out, capturing Jungkook's attention. "You didn't have to do this. I don't need your help."

"Yeah, of course." He emits a chuckle, taking a sip from his beverage.

"You don't have to protect me because I'm a woman." You say, settling back onto the chair positioned behind the cash register.

"I'm not protecting you because you're a woman, I'm protecting you because you're my woman."

Your eyebrows to elevate in surprise at his words, and your eyes instantly meet his.

"Yah!" You exclaim, forcefully placing your hand on the counter and earning a chuckle from him.

This man..

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monkishes · 2 days

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Friendly Fire | 01

You and Jungkook had been friends for quite some time, and it seemed like everyone around you could sense the spark between you. They noticed the playful banter and affectionate gazes he directed your way. However, you were completely oblivious to it all, thinking that your relationship with Jungkook was purely platonic. Little did you know, things were about to get complicated. Enter Jimin, who developed a crush on you. This unexpected turn of events stirred up some jealousy in Jungkook. What will happen next?

pairing : jungkook x f!reader + jimin x f!reader

extra : love triangle??, college au, student

word count : 1051

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"Are you being for real? You should see the way Jungkook looks at you." your friend, Leila, speaks, trying to keep her voice as quiet as possible to avoid others from hearing it.

"Leila, shut up. Jungkook is just a friend." you groaned, grabbing onto her arm. "Plus, he likes someone else."

"You guys are always flirting though." she whines, adding an almost inaudible "it's so cute" at the end.

"He does that with everyone."

Leila scoffs, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'Seriously?' Something behind you catches her attention, causing her eyes to widen and her smirk to broaden.

"Your boyfriends here," she quickly whispers, just before Jungkook arrives. "Hey, Jeon."

"Leila," he acknowledges, barely sparing her a glance. His eyes focused on you as a warm smile lit up his face. "Can we go now?"

"Go where?" you asked, confused.

"I'm dropping you off, you idiot." he playfully rolls his eyes, "You're so forgetful."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, Leila." she sent you a knowing look before saying bye, leaving the two of you to walk down the now empty hallway by yourself.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Huh?" you looked up at him slightly as you walked, waiting for him to speak.

"Leila. She acts weird whenever she sees me." he shrugs.

"I.." you thought, searching your mind for an excuse. "I don't know, maybe she likes you." A small smile forms on your face at the impossible ordeal, Leila was so obsessed with you and Jungkook being in a relationship that there was no way she liked him.

"Really?" he seemed to be a little pleased at this, which confused you. "She's hot."

He had never shown even an ounce of interest towards her and out of nowhere he says shes hot?

You look up at him as he now stopped walking, his eyes fixed on something else. Following his gaze, you realise he's focused on Leila, not you.

A small frown fights to take place on your face, but you don't let it. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach. Jealousy? No, it can't be, more like annoyance. You were annoyed. Annoyed at the fact that he was focusing on something else and not you.

In the past year and a half since you've became friends, you'd only ever seen Jungkook in a platonic way. Your relationship was strictly a friendly one, nothing more and nothing less, and you assumed he thought the same way too, but you weren't too sure.

One thing was for sure, though. Leila would be delighted to hear what was said about her.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Jungkooks car, you buckled your seatbelt and waited for him to join you, watching him through the window. He was occupied with talking to another one of his close friends, Park Jimin. When Jimin met your gaze, you quickly turned your head to your lap, suddenly finding your fingers much more interesting. Through the window his laugh could be heard.

So embarrassing, you thought, wincing at yourself for being caught staring. You weren't necessarily staring, though. Just zoned out for a second, but if Jimin had told Jungkook, he would surely tease you for it after.

Just as you were about to look over once more, the door opened, and Jungkook graciously took the drivers seat. You waited for him to buckle up and start the engine, but the time never came. Instead you heard the sound of him tapping away on his phone.

"What are we waiting for?" you asked, usually he wasted no time in getting you home as quickly as he could.

"Oh, Jimin's gonna come with us. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't it be?" After all, it was his car.

"Well, he said he caught you staring at him. I don't want you getting all shy." he looked over at you, placing his phone onto his lap and waited for your reaction, no trace of a smile evident on his features.

For a moment, you thought of what to say. You weren't looking at Jimin, you were looking at Jungkook, but telling him that would be a boost to his already enlarged ego. "Yeah, he's really cute." you said, emphasising the really, and letting a wide smile paint your face.

Jungkook scoffs, "I'm cuter."

"Debatable." you tried to keep the laugh from erupting, but couldn't keep your smile from broadening. Jungkook looked over at you again and frowned.

Laughing softly at his reaction, you nudged his shoulder. He really was cuter than Jimin. "I'm joking, you're the cutest."

"Oh, I know." he said, the satisfied smirk returning on his face.

A knock on the window interrupted you before a response could be uttered, and Jungkook looked over, unlocking the door for his friend.

"What took you so long?" he questioned as Jimin entered into the backseat.

"I was saying bye to Joon." you had turned your head to look at him, and as you did so, he was already looking right at you.

"Hey, Y/N." he said, nodding his head.

"Hi." was all you could get out before turning your head back.

Jungkook chuckled, starting the car. "She said she thinks you're cute."

"I cant blame her," he laughs along with him, watching as both your hands go to cover your face. "I think she's cute too."

"Okay, back up Jimin." Jungkook exclaims, his face dropping and tone becoming serious.

"What? She's not yours or anything." Jimin shrugs, leaning back in his seat and watching Jungkook through the rear mirror.

Jungkook makes a sound from the back of his throat, and says something almost inaudible that goes missed by Jimin, but not by you. You hear him mutter through his gritted teeth, "Dickhead." and can't fathom why the man beside you was acting so strange all the sudden. It's not like you've never received compliments from other guys before, and if you guys were just friends, why was he acting jealous? Maybe that's what it was, just acting.

The rest of the ride is spent in a comfortable silence, except for the music playing through the speakers and the winds gusting in through Jungkooks open window. Nobody says a word, not until Jimin is dropped off, at least.

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pviscelle · 11 months

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Your Devil: A Doomed Catastrophe | MasterPost

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Character x Jimin

Genre/Tags: Dark, Mystery-Thriller, Love Triangle

Word Count: 36k+

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Explicit

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, graphic depiction of violence, mental health issues, character death, LGBT characters, mutual pining, and angst.

Synopsis: ❛Ours isn't a fairytale love, baby.❜

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New Year's or no New Year's, the infamous Jeon Jungkook had somehow found his way on everybody's tongue again. He always had.

But it wasn't due to his indifference or cold vampire vibes this time. This was different. Anyone could tell that, even the new employees.

Aera may have something to say about this difference too. Something that should not concern her but left her unnerved anyway.

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After eleven years since the haunting night at Winter Fest, fate once again weaves the story of Han Aera with that of Jeon Jungkook, an interior architect at Kim Enterprises. As lingering mysteries strain to emerge, their lives are upended when their past catches up, intertwining with the present and risking their future.

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becausecosima · 2 years

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Future SCH album already pre-ordered, pre-downloaded, gonna be on queue, shuffled and on repeat forever. Also, I need a collab with her, Imani and MK xyz (but not a love triangle pls)

via MK xyz’s twitter

#SCH’s voice is v cool in the ears and it makes me want to go out and enjoy the summer #also MK xyz’s songs are lit #no to love triangles please #yes to music triangles #calliette #first kill #MK xyz #sarah catherine hook #first kill bts #FKbtsrz

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uhsmokesprite · 1 year

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nothing will ever be as gay as hyyh

#like even if you ignore yoonkook #there is still whatever the fuck jihope got going on #and taes love triangle with namjoon and jin #all of them are gay #hyyh #bts

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mylifeaseverv · 5 months

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FILL MY VOID

A B O U T

Book 1.0

in the Void series

Available under Wattpad

@ mylifeasever

S Y N O P S I S

Singer-songwriter, Myla Floe, attained success throughout her career. Millions of people respected her strong voice and the way she used her wealth to better society. She was a woman who spoke her mind in public without fear of the press.

Coming from a poor state, Park Jimin never had things easy. He had to put in long hours of labor to establish his reputation. He abandoned his dream and went on to become one of the world's best dancers.

Everything changes, however, when the world's female artist of the year suffers a tragic fall and the dancer sitting a few feet away from her witnesses the incident. A murderer is moving, not hesitating anymore. Myla and Jimin are compelled to cooperate in order to expose the truth. Will they be able to succeed, though, when things don't go as planned and they have some unpleasant first experiences? Will fresh emotions emerge? Above all, who really is Sienna King?

S T A R R I N G

Park Jimin as Himself

Kim Hyung Seo as Myla Floe

Sabrina Carpenter as Sienna King

D I S C L A I M E R

This book is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to actual settings, names, characters, or events are coincidental in real life and come from the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

Do not own any images or gifs provided unless stated by author. Every wonderful credits to rightful owners of gifs or images used throughout the book.

C O P Y R I G H T

No part of this publication may be reproduced or used without the author's permission. No translation books allowed unless with the author's consent. Take in notice that plagiarism is a crime.

by Ever V.

S T A T U S

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bangtanficsforyou · 1 year

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Girl of His Dreams (01)

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 5K (approx)

Main Masterlist | Prologue

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You're sure that the majority of people hate Mondays. Dread it even. You, on the other hand, used to look forward to Mondays because Mondays meant art classes. However, for the first time, you find yourself being a part of the Monday hater club. You just wish you could skip this day and remove its existence entirely. Or at least for this semester.

In the less than three days that you got to spend with your family, you had your fair share of relaxing moments. But after coming back to your dorms, it's like a part of you has realised that these distraction techniques are only temporary. Because there's no way for you to run away from the impact Jungkook's words have had on you.

Thankfully, yesterday you were tired from the journey and your mind did not have the energy to overthink. Which, you also think, is the reason why you could fall asleep so easily.

But now it's Monday which means art classes, which means you will see Jungkook again. There's no avoiding it. Worst of all, it's the first class of your day and you don't even have the time to prepare yourself.

As you make your way through the hallways and towards your designated room, your mind rushes to come up with all the ways in which you should be prepared to face Jungkook. It's like this one thing that you need to get right in order to save whatever amount of dignity you are left with.

Your imagination, however, is put to a halt when you find yourself in front of your class.

Gosh, this is going to be stressful.

You take a deep breath and tightly shut your eyes, before swinging the door of your classroom open. When you open them again, your eyes land on Jungkook's back, automatically.

Shit, he's already here and is sitting on your seat.

The sight of him, causes you to take a step back and you start second-guessing if you're ready to face him. It's not so much about his words anymore but rather how your body is reacting to seeing him. You were not feeling this way even a few moments ago and could have never predicted having to battle your thoughts like this.

You also don't have it in you to sit back and process the emotions you're feeling when your mind and body are screaming at you to run in the opposite direction. Somewhere away from Jungkook.

"Hey," someone taps on your shoulder, aggressively. "Do you plan to stand here for the rest of the day?"

You wince and face the person, only to roll your eyes when you realise who it is. "Can you for once, not be so aggressive?"

Brie rolls her eyes right back at you. "If I hadn't tapped you so hard, you might still be in your depressing dream world."

Shit. Are you making it obvious? In case you're, you can't have that. One of the many things that you had planned on, was to not show how affected and in turmoil you are. Because getting butthurt by people's words is not cool. It's childish and immature. Unfortunately, even though you want to, you can't do anything about the fact that the words had an impact on you, but you can work on not showing it and making it obvious.

Even if you're weak, you do not want to appear weak.

Not bothering to reply to Brie, you start walking towards your seat. You can't avoid facing him, what's the point of delaying it? You think you hear a "rude" coming from Brie but you don't pay much attention to it.

"Good morning, art girl," Jungkook says in greeting. When you respond to him with a simple nod and wordlessly ask him to scoot, he takes the hint that you're not interested in making conversations with him.

Understandable, he thinks. His words weren't exactly nice. But they had to be spoken. He had to make it clear that he isn't interested in you in some way or the other, sooner or later.

One might ask, why then, is he sitting next to you when he could have chosen any other seat? Well, your seat is right in front of the podium, so when he has to get up there to pose, he will have to walk the least. Plus, he didn't think it was important to change seats, anyway. He knows you won't mistake his actions again. Heck, you are not even talking to him, so why should he give up his ideal seat? A few moments of awkwardness is nothing he can't handle.

So, the two of you sit in silence with you occasionally operating on your phone, to find some distraction. For you, the atmosphere could not be any more suffocating.

Thankfully, around ten minutes later, your professor arrives, which gives you a bit of hope that you'll finally be out of your misery.

It takes a few moments of Miss Richardson chit-chatting with the class for the class to really begin. When Jungkook leaves your side you heave a deep sigh of relief as it feels like you can breathe again.

You arrange your materials and get ready to continue with the sketch. When you look up again, Jungkook is already shirtless and posing the same way he did in the last class.

You take a deep breath and take a look at your incomplete sketch. Hmmm. Where should you start with? As soon as the thought comes to mind, the eyes catch your attention. Something is missing. They need more details and some highlighting.

You involuntarily nod to yourself and make your decision. Eyes it is!

Quickly looking up, you take notice of Jungkook's eyes and then back to your sketch. Making a few quick observations, your pencil comes in contact with the paper to add some strokes at the corners of the eyes. After feeling satisfied, you look up again, to see what else you could add.

After a few moments of staring, you notice that there's a certain level of innocence in Jungkook's eyes. You look back to your sketch and notice that despite the strokes that you added, the eyes lack the ability to convey emotions and fail to stand out.

Your hands quickly get to work and you work on the irises. Your eyes do a quick back and forth between Jungkook and the sketch.

When you look up for the umpteenth time, you happen to find his eyes closed for a very brief moment as he blinks. When he opens his eyes, it's almost as if your brain starts to look at him from a completely different angle. Like one of those illusions, where you blink and only then does your brain catch up and sees the object for what it is.

It's almost as if you're seeing his eyes for the first time. And for the first time do you see the amount of beauty they hold. His eyes are so captivating and mysterious. It's like there's a library of books inside them, and you find yourself wondering what each of those books contain. You do not mind the idea of spending an eternity reading each and every book with great care so that you don't miss a single detail.

The feeling of a certain warmth blooming in your chest, grabs your attention and your face falls when you realise what exactly you were thinking.

Not again, you think. You can't do that again. You simply cannot afford to go down that road.

The feeling fuels a certain kind of anger in your veins and you find yourself feeling determined to finish the drawing as quickly as you possibly can. Because completing the sketch means not having to see Jungkook anymore.

Once you have caught your breath and are ready to start again, you pick up your pencil and get back to work. Unfortunately, it does not take too long for the thoughts to slip again. It's like his eyes have captivated you and you don't know how to get out.

As your anger turns into frustration, you admit defeat and think that it's a wise decision to work on the other body parts. You can get to the eyes again when your brain isn't behaving like it's on some sort of drug.

Focusing on the arms now, you restart. But much to your utter dismay, the same pattern follows. It only takes a few moments for you to notice how huge and sculpted his arms look. Your frustration grows as you keep trying to focus on other body areas but your thoughts keep going back to admiring his beauty and soon you find yourself running out of areas to work on.

Your agitation causes you to put an intense amount of pressure on the nib of your pencil until it breaks. The sight of the broken nib causes you to sigh and you feel pain at the thought of not being able to focus on the one thing you do right. When you feel tears pool in your eyes, you get up from your seat.

"Ma'am, I'm not feeling well, can I please be excused for a few moments?" You ask in a meek voice.

Miss Richardson, is one of those professors who's strict but at the same time gentle and observant. It might appear as if all she's been doing is sitting and updating grades on her laptop but in reality, she has also been keeping a close eye on the students and their activities.

By your constant fidgeting and squirming, it was obvious to her that no matter how hard you were trying to focus, for whatever reason, your mind was stuck somewhere else.

So when you come up to her asking if you could be excused, she is more than willing.

As soon as you're out, you beeline to the washroom. Locking the doors, you repetitively splash your face with cold water. If it was a movie, it would be one of those scenes where the female protagonist splashes water to get some sense back into her and then looks into the mirror with eyes heavy with emotion.

But this isn't a movie.

Although you look into the mirror with your hands gripping the edges of the sink tightly and your eyes are heavy with emotion, this is not a movie. Because you aren't pretty enough to be the main protagonist.

With that thought, it all comes crashing down. Every emotion that you couldn't make sense of suddenly starts making sense.

You aren't naive or foolish enough to think that Jungkook is the only good-looking man out there. There are people who are just as good-looking or maybe even more. The world is not limited to him.

But how does that make any difference?

Like every other person, you have had dreams of your prince charming, of your soulmate and what your 'forever' person would look like. In all of those, he was someone breathtaking, someone gorgeous and someone who's the utter definition of beauty. They loved you unconditionally and were just as much in awe with you, as you were with them.

Never did you consider the possibility that they might find you unattractive.

You are also, aware that just because Jungkook implied that he finds you unattractive or not conventionally good-looking, does not mean every other guy will hold the same opinion of you. But then, your history with men or lack thereof, simply proves that no one has ever found you good-looking either.

Why would they? You've got eyes and you can point out a hundred things wrong with your face in the blink of an eye. Everyone dreams of their loved one to radiate beauty and charm. And you're neither beautiful nor charming. Why would anyone choose you?

With your eyes locked with your reflection, you realise that you don't just feel unattractive. You feel unlovable.

When you were sketching Jungkook and observing those little details, you weren't only observing his physical features but also how easily lovable he is. How easy it is to love him and how he won't ever have to struggle to find love.

His beauty was only making you feel small and inferior.

A drop of tear falling on your wrist makes you realise that you have been silently crying all this while. The realisation only makes you think how pathetic you are to be crying in the bathroom about how you look. You're ugly but also so uncool.

The worst part is that there's nothing that you can do about it. You'll have to live with this face for the rest of your life. And maybe, you'll struggle the entirety of your life to find love. That is if you even do.

A warm sensation on your finger catches your attention once more but this time when you look down, it isn't a teardrop but rather the ring. The same ring that your mother gifted you a few days ago.

You had worn it to class thinking that it looks pretty and matches quite well with your outfit.

But now that the area in contact with the ring starts getting warmer and warmer, your confusion keeps increasing along with it.

Although the warmth isn't uncomfortable, you remove the ring from your finger. The moment the tips of your fingers come in contact with the metal, you realise that the ring in itself is warm and is well above room temperature.

Your immediate instinct is to touch the other ring you are wearing but to your complete surprise, you find that the ring is cold. This observation only causes you to frown harder.

You turn the faucet on and place the ring under it. Once you deem that it's been enough time for the ring's temperature to drop, you turn the water off. You dry the ring by wiping the remaining water off with some tissue paper.

To your utter disbelief, the ring remains just as warm.

But how the fuck is that even possible?

This is a clear slap on the face to the laws of thermodynamics, that you spent so much time learning!

Could….could it actually be some sort of a magical ring?

You remember thinking about the ring last night and how you didn't even entertain the thought of this ring being magical even for a second. Those sorts of things only exist in fantasy worlds. You'd be incredibly stupid to ever consider the possibility of it being one. You had peacefully settled on the conclusion that your mom only played a prank on you.

But right now, you are doubting everything.

It's not just how stubbornly it remains warm but also how it got warm out of nowhere. You cannot explain any of these things using logic.

"Hmm but not just any ordinary ring. The one who puts this on you will start seeing you as their dream partner."

Your mother's words ring in your head.

Ordinary ring? You cannot yet say that it's not an ordinary ring. But unlike before, you find yourself unable to rule out that possibility. This only makes you want to know for sure, what the deal with the ring is.

But how do you put the ring to test? One possible way is to wait for the ring to get heated up again or do something that isn't natural. But who knows when that will be?

The other option available to you is, to check whether the ring does what your mom claims, it's supposed to do.

With your decision being made, you wear the ring back, wipe your tears and clean your face a little bit before heading out to find someone who can help you with your little experiment.

You'll deal with your emotions later (hopefully in the dorms), first you have got a ring that you need to figure out, about.

You have been thinking a lot.

You have been going through classes, blankly staring at the board while your mind remains somewhere else. On the ring, to be very specific. It hasn't been off your mind for a single moment.

Until now of course, as you find yourself in front of Jungkook's class once again. Why? Because you missed your art class and now you need to take a picture of his so that you can complete your sketch.

Although this isn't ideal, you think it's still better than having to be battling your thoughts in the middle of a classroom.

You have to wait for a few minutes until the bell rings. As students start coming out, your heartbeat increases and your hands start getting clammy. However, you aren't as nervous as you were before, because now your focus isn't solely on Jungkook. Somewhere at the back of your mind is the ring.

When you spot Jungkook, he's surrounded by a few of his friends. You clear your throat and put up a facade of confidence, before walking up to him. When he notices you, a confused frown appears on his face.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" You ask, with eyes as blank as they can be.

Jungkook nods and tells his friends that he will join them in a minute before turning back to you. "Wassup?"

"I could not attend today's class, I had to leave midway because I wasn't feeling well. But I need to complete the sketch so I will have to take a picture of yours." You say in a single breath, letting it all out. The longer you remain under Jungkook's gaze the more you find yourself willing to hide. For a moment, you forgot how powerful his gaze can be and how small it can make you feel. It would be fair to say that now the ring is pretty much out of your mind and all you're focused on is getting out of here as quickly as possible.

"Have you talked about it to your professor?" He shoots another question. He does not mean to sound judgemental but you look like someone who's highly cautious about their grades and who would do anything to maintain them. Who knows, maybe you are here asking him without actually referring it to your professor.

"Of course, I have," involuntarily, a scoff escapes your lips. For the first time, you feel a bit of anger towards the boy. How dare he think that you would be here asking him about it without consulting with your professor first? That would be highly immoral as that would be cheating and unfair to the other students. It's also about his tone of query, it did not sound like a genuine question. Rather one, where he seemed to have formed his own opinion beforehand.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at your offended stance and finds amusement in it. "Cool then, you can take a picture but what do I get in return?"

Your anger is replaced by surprise and mild panic. You don't have anything you could give to him in return. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'll tell you what, art girl, I'm currently in the mood for some tacos," Jungkook answers, giving you a hint of what exactly it is that he wants.

Realisation clicks and then your face falls. Shit, you'll have to spend more time with him in the name of bribing him. Your stomach churns at the thought and a new wave of anxiety rolls over you. How long are you going to manage to be in his presence without experiencing the same mental breakdown you did a few hours ago?

Unfortunately, if you have to complete your assignment, you will have to spend some more time with Jungkoo–

Jungkook!

The name loudly echoes in your mind.

Jeon Jungkook. He's the ideal man to put the ring on your finger.

Why?

Because he, never in his wildest dreams will consider you to be his dream woman. If after putting the ring on you, it somehow affects the way he views you, that will be no less than a miracle and proof that the ring indeed is magical.

Suddenly, you find yourself looking forward to treating him. A change in your body language which Jungkook notices.

"You know that's not me asking you on a date, right?" He asks with a clearly worried frown that you might mistake his words again.

Your heart shrinks at his comment. How lowly must he think of you? But you try to put that aside and give him a small smile. "Don't worry. I know."

It wasn't that difficult for both of you to find an empty classroom to click the picture in. You were once again overthinking and stressing about being alone with Jungkook but somehow the nonchalant way in which he removed his shirt, without a second thought, gave you enough courage to behave like a normal person. You're the only one who's stressing and making it out to be a big deal when everyone else is just doing fine.

You clicked your photo and now you're fulfilling your end of the deal aka bribing him aka paying for his tacos. While you're at it, it's only fair that you got a burger for yourself. You can't just sit there and watch him eat, things are already awkward enough for you.

As you and Jungkook chew on your food, he keeps swiping on his phone and you keep wondering what is the ideal way in which you can make him put the ring on you.

You can't just ask him to do it directly. You have already made a fool out of yourself before, you can't do that again.

But what other options do you have?

Jungkook feels your intense stare on the side of his face and sighs. Guess, he will have to make some conversation. It's rude to make you pay for the food and not even put some effort into making a conversation with you.

He locks his phone and puts it in his pocket. "So what exactly happened when you weren't feeling well? Like a headache? A stomach ache?"

His words snap you out of your train of thought and it takes a few moments to register his words. When they do, you can't help but notice the irony. The very person who caused your mental breakdown is asking about it, with zero clues about the impact his words and actions have had on you. But then he's not to be blamed, your mind reminds you. He only spoke the truth. Sooner or later, someone might have told you the very same thing and caused the bubble of your daydreams to pop.

"Nothing serious was just feeling heavily nauseous," you say with a shrug, wanting to keep your answer short so that you don't have to recall the events.

A small crease forms on his forehead. If you were feeling nauseous, what on earth are you doing eating a burger now? It's only been what, three hours since art class? You should not be eating junk food three hours from when you were feeling nauseous, it will make things worse. He knows it from his own experience and the memory of it causes him to wince.

Noticing that there's a look of displeasure on his face, you quickly attempt to divert the question elsewhere, in fear of what he might have to say.

"Where did you get that shirt from?" You blurt out but then smack yourself mentally at the absurdity of the question. Who the fuck asks where they got a plain white shirt from? They are available everywhere!

"This?" He asks as if making sure you're talking about the shirt he's wearing. When you nod, confirming he shrugs. "I might be wrong but I think it's from Target."

You look elsewhere in embarrassment when you reply out a hum. But it's when you're looking around that you notice a woman wiping her hands on a tissue paper. The sight causes an idea to pop into your head.

"But why are you asking where my shirt is from?"

"Nothing, the shirt just looks like it's made of good quality fibre." you chuckle awkwardly as your thumb fiddles with the ring and gradually loosens it enough so that it can come out easily.

Jungkook squints his eyes in suspicion as he leans forward to observe you. "This shirt could not be made of cheaper quality fibre."

"Hehe," you say (yes, you literally say hehe) with a wince. "That aside, can you help me put this ring on?"

You point to the golden ring that now lies on the table surface and then point to your greasy right hand, in an attempt to explain why you can't put it on yourself.

Jungkook, thankfully, doesn't think much of it. He picks the ring up with his left hand and wordlessly asks which finger you wear it on. You lift your ring finger to give your answer and moments later, he's gliding the ring on your finger.

When Jungkook looks up at you, he finds that his vision has turned blurry and the harder he tries to focus, the more a splitting headache appears on the right side of his brain. He puts his hands on his head in hopes that it would give him some comfort but it doesn't help at all.

Your brows furrow in concern when you see the uncomfortable look in his eyes. "Jungkook, are you okay?"

Your voice faintly reaches his ears but the words do not register and he definitely does not manage to respond.

"Jungkook?"

The voices start fading out and his eyes start getting droopy.

"Jungkook!"

That's the last thing he hears before he blanks out completely.

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seokjins-luigi · 2 years

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I hate everything about you | pjm | mini masterlist

pairing ↠ ex! Jimin x ex! f! reader

genre ↠ exes to lovers | a bit of love triangle | angst | smut | fluff

18+

banner: by the amazing @kookdiaries

summary ↠ accidentally, you bump into your ex who, mind you, previously cheated on you. so you're 99% sure the only feeling you have left for him is sheer hate. but the 1% leaves you questioning.

feedback is always appreciated 💜

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pascaloverx · 5 months

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Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

chapter five chapter seven

Chapter Six

"Finally, the rest of the group arrived. We were starting to think you guys had lost your way to Hoseok's house." Namjoon speaks as he sets the dining table; it seems like it wasn't just you and Jungkook who brought something to eat. You smile somewhat awkwardly, still thinking about how Taehyung spoke to you and Jungkook a few minutes ago.

"Y/N was the one responsible for our delay; she insisted that we should bring something to eat and made me change my clothes as if you all deserved to see me at my best." Jungkook jokes. You remove one of the hands that were holding the pie and playfully hit his arm. The others find it amusing, and you feel a bit embarrassed.

"So, where can I leave this pie? My arm is already sore." You say, trying to shift the focus to something else.

"You came with two people, and none of them offered to help you? How ungentlemanly of both of you." Haewon says, getting up from the sofa where she was sitting. She takes the pie from your hands, gives Taehyung a kiss, and heads to the kitchen.

"So, how has it been for you two being connected to each other? Fun? Horrible? Frustrating?" Jin asks as he sits in a chair facing you and Jungkook. Taehyung takes advantage of being out of the spotlight and sits on the sofa, leaving just you and Jungkook to be interrogated.

"It's been an adventure, good and different. Like now, I know you're making her rethink if it was a good idea to come here, and I don't even need to ask her that." Jungkook replies, giving a disapproving look to Jin.

"That doesn't prove anything; I know that too, and it doesn't make me her soulmate. I mean, who would want to spend the afternoon with six idiots and Haewon?" Yoongi speaks from the dining room, and you let out a light laugh.

"Sure, I have to work while you live a romance? Nothing against you, Y/N, but that's exactly why I gave up on my soulmate." Yoongi remarks.

"Stop talking nonsense; anyone can focus on work and have a soulmate. You gave up on yours because you were afraid of how you'd feel. Meanwhile, I'm here waiting for my soulmate to come and make my days happy." Hoseok responds. Unfortunately, Yoongi gave up on his soul connection, while Hoseok has been waiting for his for years. A soulmate shaman even told our poor Hoseok that his soulmate probably gave up on the connection.

"In that, I have to agree with Hoseok. I've already found my soulmate, and I continue working." Jin adds.

"It depends on whether you can stay away from your soulmate or not, which reminds me, I have to go find mine. To the newest couple, my blessings, and to the newlyweds…" Jimin was about to continue speaking but noticed that Haewon and Taehyung hadn't gotten married.

"I'll give you a ride; I need to buy more coffee. And don't destroy my house, have fun. While I'm away, Namjoon is in charge." Hoseok says as he leaves with Jimin.

"Speaking of Namjoon, I'll help him set the table. Jungkook, can you help me take off this coat?" You ask Jungkook as you try to remove the coat on your own. He quickly comes to assist you. His cold hand touches your back, sending shivers down your spine. You murmur a "ouch" as he takes off your coat, and he notices that it's because of the coldness of his hands.

"Stop being so sensitive; I barely touched you, love." Jungkook says, taking your coat off completely and placing it on the coat rack. Before you head to the dining room, Jungkook gives you a kiss on the cheek. You then head to the dining room. Helping Namjoon will clear your mind, not to mention that you feel the need to talk to someone with experience about soulmates.

"I feel like you didn't come to help me for nothing, so go ahead and open up." Namjoon says as soon as you enter the dining room. You're surprised, but you remember that he often knows things you didn't even think to question.

"When did you discover your soulmate, and how long did it take for you to know you felt something genuine for them?" You ask, curious and a bit apprehensive. Namjoon stops what he's doing and looks at you.

"Y/N, uncertainty about your feelings and their enormity will be with you all the time. Whether it's real or not doesn't really matter. Are you happy?" Namjoon asks. Before answering, you look at Jungkook, who is in the living room talking to Yoongi. He smiles so genuinely that you feel like your heart is going to burst.

"Possibly, I feel light. As if I could share my life with someone. Sharing my life with someone, especially someone like Jungkook, feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders. Despite the uncertainties, there's a warmth in my heart that makes every moment worthwhile." You speak so unexpectedly that even you surprise yourself. Perhaps you're letting your heart do more of the talking.

"So allow yourself to feel that, without overthinking if it's the connection or just you. In life, moments where we feel complete are rare. If you feel that way, savor this moment." Namjoon says, embracing you as if he wants to comfort you.

"Even if it means letting go of something that is very dear to me?" You ask genuinely, knowing that embracing your feelings for Jungkook means leaving behind your romantic feelings for Taehyung.

"I think you know the answer to that question, but I can tell you that sometimes life closes one door so that a better one can open. I trust that you will make the right choice." Namjoon says, gently patting your head, and you feel like he kind of understands what you're talking about. You and Namjoon then call everyone to eat, and you think that maybe Namjoon is right. Life is closing one opportunity to open up a better opportunity for my future happiness.

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ot7heaven · 23 days

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Never Let You Go

Pairing: idol!hobi x manager!reader Genre: fluff, angst Words: 4362 Warnings: none Chapter 2: San Man Previous Chapter | Next Chapter Series Masterlist OT7Heaven Masterlist

Just as Hunny starts tucking into her salad, Jihyeon glides into the break room. Effortlessly rocking the heels she loves to wear, Jihyeon looks the part. It’s not hard to believe she’s a nail technician judging by the way she’s always so put together. Hunny has only known Jihyeon for a month but she already admires her so much. Her infectious laughter, calming and kind personality, professionalism and kdrama actress good looks have made Jihyeon a favourite with staff and spa clients. Hunny is so glad to have found a spa with such nice employees.

“Is everything going okay out there?” Hunny asks, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth.

“The girls out there look rushed off their feet!”

“Let’s stay in here and hide for a while then,” Hunny laughs. “What scrumptious food have you brought in today?” The spa manager asks.

Setting her lunch on the table, Jihyeon replies “Kimchi Jjigae and also homemade brownies for afterwards.”

“My mouth is watering just thinking about those brownies!” Hunny exclaims. Last week it was Namseok’s birthday. Jihyeon brought in homemade matcha croissants for the waxer’s birthday. Needless to say, there were none left for him to take home after everyone enjoyed them on the morning break.

“Actually Lucas made these.” Jihyeon explains. Her boyfriend is a pastry chef in the kitchen of one of the fanciest hotels in Seoul - no, in all of Korea. Having a hot French pastry chef boyfriend at home is a blessing Jihyeon could never take for granted.

“So I'm guessing they’re out-of-this-world amazing, then?” Hunny asks as if the answer isn’t at all obvious in any way.

Laughing as she nods her head, Jihyeon slides the container across the table towards Hunny. Hunny is on a diet - again - but how can she resist? Surely one little brownie is okay… With its chunky chocolate chips and an ‘eat me’ deeply chocolatey scent… She barters with herself and decides to go to the gym 6 times this week instead of the usual 5. She inspects the brownies until she finds one with the most chocolate chips. She makes that brownie her victim.

Noticing Hunny’s tactics, Jihyeon smiles “I think they all have lots of chocolate chips in them. Lucas knows we would have to break up if he deprived me of chocolate.”

Hunny puts the chosen brownie in her bag so she can enjoy it later at home. “Seriously, chocolate owns me. Chocolate has made me its little slave.” She disposes of the salad container and sips on her coffee. “I wonder if it settles down when we're back out there.” Huuny says hopefully as her eyes drift towards the door.

“Ugh, I hope so,” Jihyeon says, putting a cube of tofu in her mouth. “It seems that every guest in the hotel decided that today is the day for manicures and massages.”

The first verse of 'Dynamite' by Bangtan starts playing on the radio. Hunny smiles to herself as she reminisces about her chance encounter with Hobi yesterday. She’s spent so long being bombarded with Bangtan on the radio, television and even on Tumblr. One of her mutuals often posts edits and one shots regarding idols. Scrolling through Tumblr, she has seen one shots of Hobi. Hunny always scrolls by quickly when she sees Hobi’s name as it’s just too weird. Yes, Hobi is hot. Yes, he’s an idol. And yes, Tumblr is rife with Hobi thirst traps and edits. But being his childhood friend, Hunny thinks it crosses a line. One that she couldn't possibly allow herself to cross.

Gesturing upstairs towards the hotel rooms, “If you were doing in-room treatments you'd have no radio. So maybe being down here in the chaos is actually better than the tranquillity of doing treatments in the peace and quiet of a fancy suite.” Hunny offers, taking another sip of her coffee.

Giving it less than five seconds of thought, Jihyeon shakes her head with a slight smirk. “No, I have to say I actually prefer to be down here in the spa. Upstairs, I don’t have you or Namseok or anyone else to talk to. I feel a bit intimidated by the guests in the rooms.” She honestly admits.

“You do?” Hunny would never have guessed that Jihyeon's Achilles heel would be her confidence.

“Well, the guests that come down to the spa are relatable. I easily find common ground and I can just be myself. The guests in the suites? The fancy expensive suites? They expect more and I don’t always know how to connect with them.” She trails off shyly.

Hunny feels touched that Jihyeon felt she could be this open with her. “You just have to be yourself with all of your clients. I mean, you’re working in an award winning hotel for a reason! If you run out of topics to talk about you could always tell them about Lucas’ tasty croissants.” Hunny offers this advice sincerely because she knows how scary it can be to talk to rich clients who expect the world.

With a raised eyebrow, Jihyeon quips “Lucas’ tasty croissant? That’s for me and me alone.”

“You can behave yourself right now!” Hunny laughs. “You know what I meant.” She says as she disposes of her coffee cup. Heading towards the door to continue her shift, Hunny offers Jihyeon one last piece of advice. “If you ever need some advice or just a chat, my office door is always open.”

After her shift, Hunny decides to get her eyebrows waxed. Namseok made a joke about them looking a little too wild. She thought that they looked fine - oops. She didn’t want to ask him to stay at work late so she tracked down a salon that she’s heard good things about. Pulling her car into a parking space, she turns the radio down so she can call her sister. Jinseong went to university in Denmark and fell in love. She stayed in Denmark after graduation to be with her Danish boyfriend. Not long after graduation, they got married and started a family. Hunny sometimes wishes she studied abroad. She thinks of the life she could be living right now if she left Korea. She could be fluent in English instead of her skills being just about conversational. She could improve her Japanese speaking skills. Hunny wishes that her speaking skills were as good as her listening skills because she feels overwhelmed and lost most of the time when she speaks Japanese. Hunny could have gone on so many adventures and seen so much of the world. She’s not yet left Asia apart from trips to see Jinseong and her new family. Jinseong may only be two years older than Hunny but she still feels so far behind her cool older sister. Hunny’s attempts at playing catch up have amounted to nothing. This only makes her break up with Sonhee more devastating.

After a few rings, Jinseong answers. “Hunny Hunny!”

Just hearing her sister’s voice fills Hunny’s heart with love. She beams, “Eonnie, I've missed your voice. How’s your day?”

“It’s only 10:30 in the morning so the day hasn’t even started yet,” Jinseong jokes. “Well, that’s if you don’t count Karen’s morning tantrum which seems to be a daily occurrence now.”

“Oh no. What happened? Is my little angel okay?” Hunny is her niece’s fiercest protector.

Jinseong scoffs, “Little angel? Little angels don’t cry because they want to come to work with mommy. Lars has taken her to see his parents so they'll be out of town until the evening, I guess.”

“So you can come home from work and relax in the bathtub with a very large glass of wine?” Given the time, Hunny assumes that Jinseong is on her morning coffee break and would love something a little stronger than coffee.

”Ooh, that does sound like a good idea! How are you doing? It’s been so long since we last spoke.”

Realising that they haven’t spoken since Hunny moved to Seoul, she mentally scolds herself for not keeping in touch during the move. “I’m good. All settled in now. Just missing my Karen.”

“Have you made any friends yet?” Jinseong asks. She really cares about Hunny. Knowing it can be scary moving to a city, she just wants to give Hunny a huge hug and tell her this adventure is going to be amazing.

“I’ve made a few friends at work. My colleague, Jihyeon, gave me a homemade brownie today. I just couldn’t resist. So Sunday will no longer be my rest day. A quick 30 minute jog and that brownie will be forgotten about.”

Jinseong sighs, ”You’re lucky that you don’t live in Copenhagen. The bakeries here are amazing.”

“I’d never see a rest day again in my life!” Hunny laughs.

“So Jihyeon bakes?” Jinseong quizzes.

“Her boyfriend does. He’s a French pastry chef. Jealous doesn't even begin to describe how I feel” Hunny jokes.

“I bet. She’s a lucky girl. And how are you feeling today,” her tone shifts, “with it being the day of what would be your four year anniversary?”

Reality hit Hunny like a brick. She spent so long surrounded by memories of him in Gwangju. Memories that she thought she’d never escape. Four years of being a dream team gone. Just like that. Ouch. She now remembers why she was so desperate to move to Seoul. She hasn’t cried in weeks but feels tears threatening to spill. The man she thought she might marry is no longer in her life and she hasn't thought about it for weeks. That’s either Hunny moving on Hunny going on autopilot to cope with this big life change. She’s surprised that Jinseong remembered the anniversary and she didn’t.

Shaking her head and blinking fast, “I haven’t thought about Sonhee much recently. I think I’m just trying to get used to being in Seoul that I haven’t really had time for anything or anyone else. I’m sorry that I haven’t called you in a while.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry. You’ve been busy. I just want you to be okay.” Jinseong reassures her younger sister.

“I think I am going to be okay. It just may take some time for me to really believe it. One of my colleagues - employees - said that my eyebrows were looking a little too wild today. Wow, saying 'employees' is going to take some getting used to.” Hunny laughs, “He was only teasing. Everyone at work has been welcoming and kind, so I think I’ll be okay. They all seem like great friends.”

“Is he a friend or something more?” Jinseong cheekily asks.

“Namseok is not even a friend yet. I don’t know him that well so it’s been weeks of polite small talk.” Hunny says, hoping that she gets the chance to know him as well as everyone else at work knows him. “I’m actually about to get my eyebrows waxed. Would you mind at all if we ended the call here and carried this conversation on later?” Hunny hates ending phone calls with Jinseong. Timezones and busy lives mean they don’t even get weekly check in calls.

“Go! Go get your sexy brows and we can talk later. I’ll call you on my afternoon break. I love you Hunny.”

“I love you Eonnie. Bye.” After cutting the call, Hunny steps out of the car and makes her way to the salon.

After what felt like an unnecessarily long day all Hunny wanted to do was sit on her couch, watch Business Proposal and eat that dreamy homemade brownie. Just as she took her first bite of chocolatey goodness, a flash of pure white came running in from the hallway. The surface of Hunny’s face was just 90% pure smile at the sight of her cat. Sonhee had gotten Hunny a kitten for her 25th birthday. She spent so long saying she wanted a dog. However, her apartment was tiny. It would not have been ideal or realistic to raise a dog in that apartment. Sonhee compromised and brought San into Hunny’s life. San is the best friend she’s ever had. He occasionally reminds her of Sonhee but he’s a nice way to remember the good times they shared. She doesn’t know how she would have coped with moving to a new city if she had to leave San back in Gwangju.

With her eyes rolling back at how good the brownie tastes, Hunny licks her lips. “San Man, why can’t you bake like this?” The white ball of fur nestles next to her on the couch. He purrs with contentment, happy to have his owner back home from work. Before Hunny can even miss the taste of the brownie on her tongue, her phone starts to ring. Leaning over to look at the coffee table, Hunny notices that it is Jinseong. A video call? Now that’s more like it. Hunny misses her eonnie’s face. Propping her phone up against a decorative potpourri bowl on her coffee table, she presses the answer button.

No sooner than the call connected did Karen’s little face take up the whole screen. Hunny’s five year niece beamed as she saw her long distance auntie for the first time in too long. “Hunny Eonnie! Eomma told me to give you a kiss before I have a nap,” the small shouted into the screen, not realising that her indoor voice would be much appreciated.

“Karen, I love your kisses. Thank you so much my little Bunny.”

Jinseong appeared as she placed Karen on her lap. ”Let’s see those brows then,” she said, trying to hold a hyperactive Karen in place as she attempted to wriggle out of her mother’s grip.

Hunny leaned down so her sister could inspect her brows through the screen, “I think they’re the best I’ve ever had. Don’t you think so?”

After a quick inspection, Jinseong nods in approval. “Lookin’ good, girl! Just don’t tell the waxers at work that you cheated on them,” Jinseong laughs. She looks over to the right as she places Karen back on the floor. “Karen, give Hunny Eonnie one last kiss. Appa’s ready to read you a story now.”

“Can he read me The Little Mermaid?” The sweet child asks with the biggest puppy dog eyes Hunny has ever seen.

Jinseong beams down at her daughter and teases, “Only if Hunny Eonnie agrees.”

Okay. Hunny was wrong. These eyes are the biggest puppy dog eyes she’s ever seen. In a way, Hunny is lucky she doesn’t live in the same country as Karen. She knows she would have to say goodbye to her disposable income and free time. And maybe, her sanity.

“Hunny Eonnie…” those puppy dog eyes get bigger with each syllable. Hunny doesn’t know how Karen does it but she has everyone wrapped around her finger at all times. There must be magic behind those sparkly brown eyes. “Can Appa read me The Little Mermaid?”

“Seeing as you asked so politely, of course he can Bunny. But first, I want another kiss.”

Karen kisses the screen for the briefest of seconds. Not wanting to miss out on any reading time before her nap. And in an instant, she runs out of the room.

“Wasn’t she going to see Lars’ parents today?” Hunny asks suddenly, remembering that Jinseong should be at work and Karen should be at the coast with her appa’s parents.

Jinseong pouts, “She fell over and cut her knee up pretty badly. She wouldn't let Lars’ eomma clean her up unless I left work early and kissed it better.” It’s never easy seeing your child in pain and hurt. Especially when you’re almost one hour away. As much as she loves her marketing job, she would drop everything to be there when Karen needs her. And she has. Multiple times. She really can do it all - career woman and mother. Hunny is always in awe of her.

Hunny’s heart sinks at the thought of her little Bunny being hurt. “Oh, no. When you go into her room make sure to give her extra kisses from me.” There’s no ocean Hunny wouldn’t cross just to make her little niece giggle and smile. Man, she loves Karen’s lopsided grin. She’s currently missing one of her front teeth but that somehow adds to her charm.

Nodding, Jinseong sits up straight. “So, come on. Anything new with you?” Always one for a gossip session, Jinseong brings out Hunny’s talkative side like no other. Jinseong feels like a friend rather than a sister. Hunny’s so grateful for that. If Hunny had a brother instead, the connection just wouldn't be the same.

San stretches out, taking up even more room on the couch. At this point, Hunny will need to buy a bigger couch. Stroking the mini cloud beside her, Hunny thinks back to her meeting with Hobi yesterday. Jinseong still doesn’t know about it. Jinseong got along with all of Hunny’s childhood friends. The kids in the neighbourhood all hung out together. Everyone knew everyone’s business so eventually Jinseong would become friendly with Hunny’s friends, and vice versa. The fact that Hobi lived 4 houses away meant that he would be at Hunny’s house almost every day. The days when he wasn’t, Hunny was at his house. Jinseong hopes that Karen’s childhood will be like that. Living in the centre of a big city should be great but it lacks the small town feel that everyone’s childhood needs.

“Well, yesterday I went to this cafe near my apartment. Jihyeon from work recommended it to me because we live in the same neighbourhood and she knows all the good spots.” Hunny starts.

Jinseong’s eyes light up, “Ooh, how was it?”

“I have to say, it lived up to the hype. Most cafes in Seoul are pretty but the drinks are terrible. Thankfully that was not the case here.” Hunny makes a mental note to go back to the cafe soon. “I was about to leave and guess who called out my name.”

Jinseong wracks her brain. Who do they both know living in Seoul? Unless it was someone from their hometown who was visiting Seoul. But who? “I really have no clue,” her eyes dart to the side as if she’ll find answers there. “I can only think of Eomma and Appa… have they moved to Seoul to secretly spy on you?”

Hunny laughs in amusement, “No, they’re still on their American cruise. Eomma keeps sending me photos of Baskin Robbins!”

“Aw, she’s so sweet. Someone needs to tell her that there are such things as international chain restaurants.” The elder sister smiles as she remembers being surprised when she first recognised the names of restaurants and stores in Denmark, quickly learning that 711 was not a little Korean secret. “But, who? I couldn't even begin to guess. My mind is empty. Well, it’s empty apart from the ‘Encanto’ soundtrack.” She laughs, never being able to escape ‘We Don’t Talk About Bruno’ thanks to Karen’s latest favourite movie.

“Jung Hoseok - I saw Hobi!” Hunny bursts out unable to contain her excitement.

“No way. He was just in the cafe?” Jinseong found it hard to believe an idol would be in a space so public and potentially busy. Don’t idols hangout at their companies where they can socialise away from prying eyes?

With a nod accompanying a beaming smile, Hunny replies “He was sitting in the corner but, yes. I had to do a double take. It’s been years. Like, so many years but that’s still my Hobi.” Now Hunny was the one whose eyes mimicked an innocent puppy.

“How is he doing?” Jinseong asks with a warm tone.

“Oh Eonnie, he seems so happy. And he hasn’t changed.” She says just as San purrs.

“I think San approves,” Jinseong jokes.

“I should hope so! We exchanged phone numbers and we’re hanging out on Friday.” Hunny feels as though she’s been given the biggest lifeline by finding Hobi. If they can recreate their childhood friendship, Hunny will need no one else. The two best friends were inseparable once and, if life hasn’t burned them too much, hopefully their old roles will fit like a glove.

“You’ll have to say hello from me.” Jinseong says.

“We’ll have no time to talk about you. We have a LOT to catch up on,” The younger sister proclaims in jest. “Min Yoongi was also there…” She sheepishly utters. She can’t even attempt to hide how flush her cheeks have become at the mere mention of her bias and celebrity crush.

“Hunny, tell me everything! Have you set a date for the wedding yet?” Jinseong quips.

“Don’t even joke about that because if I let myself daydream about marrying Yoongi, I’ll start to be severely disappointed when I remember that I live in the real world.” Hunny doesn’t have a list of boxes a man needs to tick to win her heart. Her dream man doesn’t need to look a certain way, have a certain job or have certain hobbies. That being said, Yoongi ticks every hypothetical box imaginable. And extra boxes. If there was a dream man, it’d be Min Yoongi and Min Yoongi only. Yoongi is perfect. Or rather, the public image he projects is perfect.

“Was he everything you’d hope he’d be?” Meeting someone you admire isn’t always advisable. Idols have a certain image that their companies have created for them. Just because an idol is funny and sincere in an interview, that doesn’t mean that they’re not a major jerk when they’re not at work.

Smiling into the phone screen, Hunny may need to pinch herself to ensure she’s reminded that the encounter wasn’t a daydream. “After a while, it felt just like talking to Hobi,” she admits.

“That’s so great. A couple of weeks ago I watched their show that they livestreamed from Seoul. Was it called ‘Permission To Dance?’ Or something like that?” Jinseong searches her mind for the name of the concert.

Instantly, Hunny has the answer. Of course she does. “Yep, ’Permission To Dance’. You’re starting to become an army?”

“Well Karen has gotten into kpop since I played Blackpink in the car. I wish she spoke more Korean so kpop karaoke sessions in the car are becoming our morning routine. I even heard Lars singing ‘Whistle’ whilst cooking dinner last week.” Jinseong chuckles.

Hunny laughs, “Please tell me his bias is Jisoo.” Jisoo is Hunny’s Blackpink bias. It seems as though Jisoo is the least biased member, so Hunny always gets excited whenever she finds out Jisoo is someone’s bias.

“I think she might be.” Jinseong tries to recall listening to Blackpink with Lars, but she can only remember her excitement at having a fellow Blackpink fan in her house.

“Good man Lars,” Hunny approves. “So you were watching the Bangtan concert?”

“Yes. So Karen has decided that Bangtan might be her next fixation. She begged me to watch it so that she could learn their songs,” she explains.

“I knew there was a reason I liked that kid.”

Jinseong laughs, “She kept on saying ‘I like him’ whenever Yoongi appeared on the screen.” It’s highly likely that thousands, if not, millions of girls shared Karen’s exact thought. “I think she wants to marry ‘Life Goes On’ Yoongi when she grows up.”

“Get in line, kid. But seriously, I think it’s so cute that she may become a little blink or army,” the doting auntie remarks. San, clearly not impressed at the prospect of having another army in his life, jumps off the couch and retreats to his bed next to the floor length window.

Hunny yawns. She wishes she could be discreet about it and yawn like a lady. She wishes she could be like that. Sadly, her tiredness forces her manners to take a backseat. Before she can comprehend what it takes to begin to feel embarrassed about showing Jinseong all of her teeth along with her tonsils, she yawns again. These gigantic yawns are becoming increasingly involuntary.

“Tired?” Jinseong giggles. She realises how late it must be in Korea. Hunny actually completed a full shift today, unlike her elder sister. On top of that, she also worked out before work. Jinseong respects Hunny for working out before work every morning. Why on earth would anyone want to wake up earlier than absolutely necessary? Hunny should just workout after she finishes work. Like normal people. Like Jinseong.

“So tired,” Hunny mumbles along with another yawn. Stretching her arms in an attempt to wake herself up, Hunny stumbles and slides off the couch. Luckily she has a large sheepskin rug placed under the coffee table to break her fall.

Unable to hold a laugh in, Jinseong reluctantly mocks her sister. “Be careful. If you fell through the floor and into your neighbour’s apartment, you know I’d pee myself from laughing so much.”

“Meanie!” Hunny pouts as she finds comfort on her leather couch. Trying to take the high ground would prove useless because Hunny knows all too well that she would laugh so hard if the roles were reversed.

“You should head off to bed. We can talk again soon. Next time Karen can talk your ear off about Yoongi.” Karen loves talking about her new obsessions. Once she gets started, she doesn’t stop. She reminds Jinseong of a young Hunny. Maybe that’s why they get along so well.

“I like the sound of that. Talk soon?”

“Jinseong nods, “Soon.”

“I love you Eonnie.”

“I love you Hunny. Sleep well.” Hunny’s phone screen returns to her wallpaper of San sleeping on Hunny’s periwinkle blue pillows.

Hunny finally takes herself off to bed once she finishes brushing her teeth and completing her skincare routine. Getting her nightly routine down to just five steps is an accomplishment Hunny is proud of. Her skin certainly thanks her for it. But right now she’s that tired that it feels like a twenty step routine. Her bed has never felt as cosy as it does tonight. Her pillows are soft and plump. Her mattress is just the right level of firm. She welcomes sleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.

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