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0funsite0 · 10 months

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Poor us

Summary: You and Jimin have been living in poverty without parental help as they decided to disown you the moment you married the love of your universe. Life hasn't been easy ever since, but your love for each other and the will of building a family of your own may just be enough to concur all.

non-idol!jimin x pregnant!fem!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, poverty, medical issues, cold, malnutrition, childbirth

Word count: 2.9K

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You felt another blanket being placed on your body.

- Chim, I think that's enough, but thank you. - you breathed out sleepily, as Jimin carefully lays down next to you on the mattress placed on the floor.

- No, love! It's freezing. We need to make sure you don't catch a cold. That wouldn't be good considering you are 28 weeks.

He was right. Your tiny apartment was located in the poorest part of town, where cutting the water or gas was done weekly by authorities, since there was always something wrong with the system. Now not even the tiny heater in your miniature room was radiating any warmth, meaning the only things keeping you and your baby growing inside your womb warm were those few blankets you had.

- This was our last blanket though... now you have none. - you extended your hands, motioning him to lay under your blankets.

He hesitantly lifted the blankets and slipped under them, wrapping his protective arms around your waist to scoot you closer to his body. Of course, he was mindful of your bump, making sure not to crush your little one inside. A warm smile spread across his face, as he felt the baby wiggle against his torso. Moments like this reminded him, that rich, or not, life was beautiful.

- Now, go to sleep, okay? - ha pleaded, while softly caressing your hair and back. - You need a lot of rest.

- Okay... - you yawned. - But you too! Night.

- I hate that you still go to work.

- Jimin, we talked about this before! Women in my condition usually have maternity leave around their last month. I just started my seventh month, we have 3 left. - before he could cut you off, you continued. - Besides, we can't afford to have minus one working hand. We need the money. I already quit one of my jobs.

- Then I'll get another job.

- A fourth one? There's no way I'm letting that happen!

- Jagi...

You cut him off with a kiss. That kiss brought him comfort and reassurance. He still didn't like the fact that even after the doctor told you you were a bit underweight and should make sure you didn't lose any more if you wanted the baby to be healthy, you were still on your feet all that at work, which also included some physical labor. Ever since that day, he would skip meals, so you could eat more. Of course, he never told you this, because he knew you'd never let him do that.

- Good night!

- Good night, Love! - then he put his free hand on your tummy. - Night, night baby!

- Mrs. Park, - your doctor sighed. - even though you made some progress compared to last time, you still seem a little underweight. I want you to keep in mind that malnutrition doesn't only affect the fetus' development but can also send you into premature labor.

These were definitely news that you expected to hear at your 32-week check-up, and you had plenty of time to prepare yourself, but you still couldn't stop the tears from escaping your eyes. These facts being said out loud sent shivers down your spine and made your heart fill with worry for your precious baby.

Tears kept running and running down your red cheeks and no one was there to wipe them away. Jimin had work, which he couldn't miss, and the old lady, who called herself a doctor definitely wasn't the one who would calm you down. She was extremely unsympathetic. You just wished your husband was there, holding your hand.

The gynecologist printed out your ultrasound pictures and handed you the papers which contained the updates on your and the fetus' health.

You didn't have a car. None of you. So you had to walk all the way home, burning calories, which you couldn't afford to burn. But you had no other option. On your way to your apartment, you stopped in front of a bakery, just staring inside of the showcase, debating whether or not you should spend those few bucks you brought with you, on some nourishing pastries for yourself... more for your baby. The debate was obviously determined when you set your thin hands on your bump and felt your bundle of joy wiggle around. A soft, but sad smile appeared on your lips, and you went inside.

You sat in your scummy kitchen, munching on one of the cheese biscuits you bought earlier, when you hear the squeak of the front door, signaling that your husband was home. About time... it was 10 PM.

- Hi, My Love!

He took his shoes off and hugged you, caressing your back and pressing a gentle hand on your bump.

- How did your appointment go?

- It went great. - you lied.

- Can I see the papers?

You froze. Oh no! That will give everything away.

- Uhm... I lost it.

- Jagi... Please don't lie to me, okay?

You realized that there was no reason to lie to your husband any further. You dug deep into your duffel bag you've been taking with you everywhere for years now. The time took a toll on it as well. The rips and lose threads were becoming more and more evident.

In the end, you pulled out the folded medical papers, which will soon reveal your little secret to Jimin.

He carefully read through the words, making sure he wasn't missing any detail.

You didn't dare to look at him. You were scared. you expected scolding from him, words that would send you tears.

Instead, you just felt thin arms wrap around you and delicate hands running up and down your bump.

- Oh Jagi! - he breathed.

You couldn't help the tears. You were an emotional mess. Relief, sadness, worry, guilt...

- A-are you m-mad?

- No, no! I'm not, baby.

He carefully lifted you and slipped under you n the chair, so he could set you on his lap. He turned your head to look him in the eye and was quick to wipe the tears away, which were continuously pouring onto your shirt. He just kept wiping and wiping them.

- I'm just so worried, Jagi... But... don't you worry, My Love, okay? We'll work on it. You'll be fine! Perfectly healthy!

- Love! I'm home! - he said as he closed the door.

- Chim? - you breathe out shakily.

Jimin could immediately sense the discomfort in your voice, so he is quick to get into the tiny bathroom your voice could be heard from.

He dropped everything he had on him the moment he saw your distressed figure on the floor hunched over the toilet, hands on your 34-week bump, and rat to your side.

- Baby! It's okay, let it all out!

- I haven't been able to keep anything down today.

- Oh God! Why didn't you call me?

- I don't have any money on my phone... I couldn't call anyone.

Jimin cursed at himself for forgetting to charge money on your phone. It was a very dangerous move from him, especially now that you are nearing the end of your pregnancy.

- I'm having a contraction... - you panted as you clutched your abdomen, still sitting on the floor.

His hands carefully flew to rest on your stomach as he felt around. Your bump was rock-hard. He panicked. You weren't full-term yet.

- Are you sure? Maybe they are just Braxton hicks... - he held onto the last bit of hope he had.

- I'm not sure... I hope though. - you straightened your posture as the tight feeling in your stomach eased. - Chim... - tears started streaming from your eyes. - These don't feel like Braxton hicks. My baby...

- Shhh... It's alright, don't worry. We'll get you to the hospital.

- Mrs. Park, you are now in pre-term labor, but we can give you medication that might extend your pregnancy by a few more days or weeks.

- How much does it cost? - you ask, laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed with pink and blue bands strapped around your bump, which attached little machines to your skin to detect the baby's and your vitals.

- No! She'll have it! - Jimin said with much confidence.

- Chim...

You could barely afford the hospital bills for your labor and delivery. You didn't need to add any more to that sum.

- Can we get a moment, please? - your husband addressed your doctor.

- Of course. - she walked outside.

Jimin sat down next to you on the bed, his eyes flaming as he stared at the bands and machines attached to your still small bump. At least compared to how far along you were. Baby didn't weigh much and you were supposed to work on that in the remainder of your pregnancy.

And while Jimin's stare was livid, he stroked your hand and talked in the most gentle way possible.

- You are getting that medicine. I'm not letting my baby have potential risks or even die!

- I know, Ji-

The next contraction hit you out of nowhere. You curled around your hardened stomach and gripped Jimin's shirt.

- Breathe, breathe! - he whispered.

- I know, - you started as the contraction ended. - and it's the last thing I want as well. But tell me honestly how will we pay for that. That shit is expensive and we d-don't even have baby products yet.

That's when the tears spilled.

- It's okay, - he wiped your eyes. - I'll make sure everything is perfectly fine. You'll have that medicine and won't worry about the bills. I'll sort everything out.

His tone calmed you a bit, just enough to stop crying. But it didn't free you from the concern you felt about your child's well-being.

Your husband called the doctor back in, who immediately started preparing the procedure.

- No, no! - you whined. - No needles, Chim...

- Shhh... - he stroked your hair. - Just focus on me. Think about how is you are strong now, we'll have a strong baby in a few weeks.

So you did. You were strong and the IV was in, pouring some fluid into you. You didn't look at it, but you were nauseous non the less.

Just in time, a nurse assisting the doctor shoved a bowl in front of you. You let out the contest of your stomach. You didn't know you had anything left in you, and now, vomiting with Jimin tying your back with an emergency hair tie on his wrist, then rubbing your back.

- We're going to wait now and see how your contractions turn out. If they stop, we'll do a check on the baby and determine whether you are safe to go back home or now. If they continue to progress, we'll get ready for delivery.

So you waited there in the arms of your husband. Breathing through contractions and praying. Praying that the medicine worked and that your baby is okay.

Hours went by, but the constant pains tormenting you never stopped.

- Mr. and Mrs. Park, I'm afraid there's no other solution, we have to go through with the delivery.

Your heart ached. You wished you could give your beloved child, whom you haven't seen yet but lived with everything you had, a bright future. You wanted them to grow up in comfort and love at the same time. These are things you got to experience in your life, only never at the same time. Comfort you had while in the care of your parents, but love you only ever found when comfort was taken away, with Jimin.

A strong contraction ripped through your abdomen, squeezing your helpless baby inside. Jimin was close to tears himself.

- Breath, beautiful. You've got this. - he whispered with a broken voice.

You would have thought that this little gesture (him reminding you to breath) would be useless and would only agitate you, but thanks to him you realized you've been holding your breath which didn't help with the pain. As soon as you were reminded by him you let as much air into your lungs as possible and that relieved a lot of pressure from your stomach.

At some point the pain got extremely bad. No matter what you did, walking around, or squatting, the pressure was worse than ever amd could no longer be relieved by breathing.

- Wow, that was a big one. - the nurse exclaimed as she inspected the red line on the monitor, possibly measuring the intensity of your contractions. - How do you feel about some kind of pain relief?

The word "yes" was at the very tip of your tongue, it wanted to escape faster than light travels. But a voice, that has been chanting the same word over and over again since the day of your engagement, stopped you. Money.

- What do you suggest? - your husband asked after seeing your doubtful gaze.

-No... Ugh... I- W-we can't... - you huffed in the middle of feeling your baby squirming in discomfort as your belly hardens again.

- What do you suggest? - Jimin asked again, this time with a much more impatient voice, ignoring your protests.

- At this point it would be too late for the epidural, but I would recommend either oxygen, or gas. Oxygen is great for your lung capacity, helping you with breathing, amd gas kind of works like a drug. It's completely harmless of course, it has a numbing effect, so your brain can't process pain the way it is now, making it seem less intense.

- Jim-Jimin! You no we can't-

- We'll take oxygen.

After a bit of time and a lot of convincing from your husband, the nurse brought all the equipment needed and soon you had a mask-like plastic thing in your hand. She showed you how to use it and you were good to go. You were hesitant at first, but after feeling the difference it made, you couldn't resist anymore.

Jimin was relieved to see you have some break from the constant torture. That break, however, didn't last long.

A sudden strange urge and pressure broke you from your relaxed state. Your water broke and the contractions, which brought your baby so low, came almost immediately after each other.

- I ned to PUSH! - with that last word you were pushing, there was no going back.

Jimin worriedly smacked the calling button above your head, and 3 nurses entered the room, taking their places around you like the professionals they were.

They quickly understood that you prefered being encouraged with gentle words, not like some who needed them to shout like a football coach. You were scared for your baby, who would be born prematurly into this cold world, without a warm home, without a place to sleep. Damn... you don't even have a crib yet.

The only thing that allowed you ta stay focused was the thought of your little baby being in your arms, and Jimin's heartwarming words. These two pushed you forward.

- IT BURNS! - you scream in pure agony.

- Push through it! It means you're doing it right. - one of the nurses assured.

To be honest you couldn't tell the difference between them at this point. You could barely even see, your vision was so blurred by the tears pouring down your cheeks.

- We're so close baby! So, so close. It'll all be over.

Oh how wrong he was...

Once this part comes to an end the rest and most difficult part begins.

Several pushes and one last scream later the pain faded into nothing and for the first time in your life, you smiled when a baby cried.

You remember countless times when on long plane rides a baby was close to you on an aircraft you silently cursed at all living species on Earth. You would do so again when you realize you forgot to bring your headphones, and you'd have to listen to the annoying wailing sounds of an uncontrollable infant. Now, however, it was the world's most wonderful sound.

He was alive, breathing, gunky and slimy, just covered in all kinds of birth fluids, but he was the most beautiful thing that's ever existed on this planet.

You became a mother.

A mother to a child whose father is the love of your universe. You chuckled at the silly thought. Of course, how else would it be?

Your beautiful newborn son was placed on your chest and his warmth made you forget all the hardships you've faced and the ones you'll have to face once this moment is over. He was tiny but had a healthy set of lungs and an even healthier heart, which was all you cared about. His squished face scrunched even more with his cries. You were in love for the second time in your life. You never thought your love could get bigger, you imagined becoming a mother would split your love into two, half for your husband, half for the new addition to the family. But you were so wrong!

- Our little son. - the voice of your husband pulled you out of the state of mind you were in. He pulled you out to be with him. Him and your son so you could enjoy these moments with those who matter. Who you live for.

- Thank you Jimin...

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A/n: Might make a part 2 if enough people have interest in it, because I'm curious what happens to them now 🫣

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mindfuljujutsu · 7 months

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Undercover Desires

| Part 1 of series |

Caught in a web of secrets and desire, Jungkook, a high-profile executive, gets entangled with a professional dater.

words: 2 872

a/n: This is my first ever fic on tumblr so I hope you like it. I plan on this being a series, so please let me know what ya'll think. P.s. This fic was inspired by a K-drama I watched a while ago, but can't remember the name of 😗. Happy reading!

You leisurely stretch your body out as you sit up in your bed. You can barely keep your eyes open, but you know that you don't have time to snooze a few extra moments. As if reading your mind, Jimin gives your bedroom door three rapid knocks and opens it, only sticking his head inside.

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead. You gotta get up now if you don't want to be late."

"I'm up, I'm up," you groan out, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and throwing your blanket off of you.

"Good. I'm making breakfast, so hurry up," he smiles at you one more time before closing the door behind him.

You quickly get up and make your way to your ensuite bathroom to clean yourself up. There's no way you could possibly carry on with your day without splashing yourself awake with some cold water.

It doesn't take you too long to get ready and dressed, especially since you already picked out your clothes for the day. So in no time, you're walking out of your room, dressed and ready to tackle the day.

"Good morning," you greet cheerfully as you take your designated seat at the table.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jimin says, beaming at you from the kitchen counter. "I made you some scrambled eggs and toast. Is that alright?" He brings over your plate of breakfast and places it in front of you.

"Anything that you make is better than alright, Jimin. Thank you for breakfast," you smile up at him and pick up your fork to dig in. Just then, Jimin's bedroom door swings open, and a shirtless European-looking guy comes walking out. Both of you eye each other unsurely as he makes his way over to the table, where he takes a seat opposite you.

You smile at the stranger, albeit a bit fakely.

"Who's this?" You ask Jimin in Korean, your eyes never leaving the stranger's.

Jimin places a plate of breakfast in front of the man and places one at his seat too.

"I met him last night. Sorry. He'll leave after he eats," he says a bit sheepishly to you as he sits down.

"Hello," you say in English, smiling at the stranger. "Please, eat up." You point to the food before him.

"Thanks," he says, nodding once at you before turning his attention to Jimin. "Is this your girlfriend you were talking about?"

Jimin nearly chokes on the food he's chewing but nods, "My ex-girlfriend."

The guy hums and starts eating his own food.

You briefly make eye contact with Jimin, glaring slightly at him for catching you so off-guard. He knew the rules. No house guests unless the other has been notified about it.

You scoop up the last of your egg with your fork and place it in your mouth. "Thank you for breakfast, Jiminie." You pick up your plate and utensils and carry them to the dishwasher.

"You're not going to drink the smoothie I made you?" Jimin calls out. So that's why he went out of his way to make breakfast this morning, to soften you up about the uninvited guest.

"I'll have it to-go, otherwise I'll be late." You pick up the glass of strawberry and banana smoothie and carefully pour it into one of your reusable travel cups.

"You're not working today?" You ask Jimin as you make your way back into the living room.

"I am. Gotta leave in the next half-hour."

"Alright, I'll see you later then. Text me what I should get for dinner." You grab your handbag from the couch on your way to the front door.

"It was nice meeting you." You nod to the still unnamed guest. He nods and gives you a half-hearted wave.

"Enjoy work today, and tell Gyusung and Yoongi I say Hi." Jimin walks up to you and wraps a scarf, that he honestly pulled out of nowhere, around your neck to protect you from the cold weather outside.

He smiles at you, eyes turning into crescents and crinkling at the sides. "Stay warm and safe."

He places your car keys in your hand and pecks you on the forehead.

"Thanks. Hope you have a good day too," you lean up and peck his cheek.

"And tell Greg to go fuck himself if he asks you to do his work again."

"Are you sure you guys broke up?" Mr. No Name calls out as he eyes the two of you.

You ignore him and give Jimin one more peck on the cheek. "Don't forget to text me about dinner." He nods and opens the front door for you.

"Bye." You call out one more time as you make your way down the stairs of your apartment building.

The freezing cold air immediately hits you in the face as soon as you step out of the building. It would most likely start snowing in the next few days if the decreasing weather is anything to go by. You rush over to your car, working quickly to unlock it so that you can get inside quickly.

"It's so freaking cold today," you mumble to yourself, starting your car up and getting out of the parking. It's a good thing Jimin gave you this scarf, or else you would've probably been even colder than what you currently are. The air conditioning in your car stopped working a few months ago, and you barely have any time (or money) to get it fixed.

The drive to work (aka Yoongi's house) is a quick one, maybe about 10 minutes now that traffic has slightly died down. You pull in the parking spot next to Yoongi's old ass car that he's had since he got his driver's license. At least when you look at his car, you don't feel so bad about your own old car. You get out of your car and make sure to lock it before making your way up the stairs to Yoongi's house.

You ring the doorbell twice, as you do every time as a warning, and unlock the door with your key. "Yoongi," you call out, pushing the door closed behind you.

"In the office!" you hear him call out. You take off your shoes and swap them for your pair of house slippers, taking off your coat and scarf and hanging them on the rack at the door.

"Morning," you greet as you walk into the designated office. Yoongi is sitting in front of his computer, seemingly going through work emails whilst sipping from his coffee mug. That reminds you. Shit. You forgot your smoothie at home. Hopefully, Jimin will see it and put it in the fridge.

"Hey," he mumbles into his cup, his eyes never leaving the screen.

You sit in your own office chair and start up your computer.

"Anything new on your side?" You ask as you log into your account.

Yoongi hums, "I'm meeting some girl later. She's looking for a wedding date.”

"Nice. Those ones are the best. Free food," you open up your email and go through it to see if you have any new job requests.

Bingo. An email from Lee Kyle requesting a consultation for an upcoming event that he urgently needs a date for.

"Free booze," Yoongi mumbles more to himself than in response to you.

"That's not always the case. Lately, a lot of people have been having those buy-your-own-drinks bars," you tell him, clicking on Mr. Lee's email to respond.

"Those are the cheap ones. Those weddings usually suck."

You laugh, "True… not that I drink though."

You quickly type up an email about meeting up with Mr. Kyle, giving him dates and times to choose that are both suitable for you and him, as well as a location.

"You have a job today?" Yoongi asks you, rotating his chair around to look at you.

You send the email and look at him, "Yep. Meeting Gyusung in a bit about an event he wants me to attend with him."

Yoongi hums, lifting his mug up to his mouth to sip from it.

"No freebies. I don't care if he's a high school friend," Yoongi tells you sternly, giving you the same lecture he always does every time you meet up with Gyusung.

"Yesss, I know and so does he. This is my job."

"Good, just making sure," he turns his chair back around to face his computer. "We need to make as much as we can this month if we want to be able to retire debt-free. I'm thinking about upping our prices."

"Increasing the price again? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"We're literally facing inflation right now. All costs have gone up, and we have things to buy to keep running this business… Suits, dresses, wigs, training, all those things are not cheap… and don't forget about our own earnings that we have to get out of it,” Yoongi lectured. "You have debt to square up, and so do I," He say and sighs.

"I know, I understand. But there's no rush in our retirement. If we can't square everything up right now, we'll just continue working until we can."

"But we agreed that this would be our last month," Yoongi runs his hand over his face and leans back tiredly. "I want to start focusing on making music. I don't want to do this for the rest of my life."

"And you will get to work on your music," you reassure him, getting up and comfortingly rubbing his arm. "Just don't stress yourself out, alright? We'll take it as it comes."

Yoongi sighs but nods at your words. He turns in his chair when he hears your footsteps leaving the office. "Where are you going?"

"To meet a possible client. His name is Lee Kyle. He wants to meet today."

"Alright, I'll see you later, I guess."

"Yeah, I'm meeting Gyusung straight after the meeting, so I'll only be back around 3."

"Ok, cool."

You exit the room and make your way to the room that you and Yoongi changed into the designated closet and dress-up room. Inside is clothing that you both purchased for different occasions and clients.

There was clothes, jewellery, handbags, makeup, ties, suits, shoes, and wigs for any and every occasion. Brands like Prada, Chanel, Gucci, even sportier attires for the few clients who request either of you to play certain sports such as golf or tennis. You and Yoongi worked hard to fill up this room over the years, and it was the most important part of the job to fit into whatever role you had to play.

You browse through your section of the wardrobe, looking for appropriate clothes to meet your potential client. Your hands stop on the Toby Cable button one-piece dress hanging in the closet. You pull out the black mid-thigh dress and inspect it. It's a little bit short for the weather, but if you wear a pair of stockings underneath, it won't be as bad. You could also pair it with a nice black coat.

You start undressing and changing into your new outfit, looking at yourself in the mirror to decide your hairstyle and makeup. You decide on a blush pink lip with minimal makeup and a half-pinned hairstyle.

Since the buttons on the dress are gold, you choose a pair of simple gold Cocobell earrings and your chain-strap Chanel purse. Once you're happy with the look, you pull out the Emily stiletto heels you'll be wearing and make your way out of the closet room.

"Yoongi," you call out as you make your way to the front of the house, "I'm leaving!"

You faintly hear him call out, "Be careful," from the office.

You slip on your heels and coat before you exit the house, double-checking that you have your phone in your bag. The Uber that you ordered is idling in the driveway, so you quickly rush to the car, doing a quick check that it matches the registration on your phone.

"Hi," you greet as you settle in the back seat.

"Hello, are you Y/N?” The male driver asks, reading off of his own phone.

"Yes, I am," you say, smiling at him even though he's not looking at you.

"Your destination is Hotel One and Only?" He double-checks with you.

"Yes."

"Okay, great. Let's get going then." He says, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the driveway.

When meeting clients, old or new, it's always best to never drive your own vehicle. Either take a bus or order an Uber. The less the client knows about your personal life, the better.

The hotel that you're meeting Mr. Lee at is a regular meet-up spot that you organize for all clients. You reserve a table in their tea garden, a place that's neither too quiet nor too busy, to discuss the kind of job the client has in mind and the contract period.

The drive to the hotel is filled with soft music playing in the background. The driver, Mr. Kwon, is a decent man in his middle age trying to make a living for himself as a single parent for his five-year-old son. The entire drive is filled with mindless chatter between the two of you about your lives and even about international topics. By the time you arrive at your destination, you're actually a bit sad to leave.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Kwon. I really enjoyed our conversation," you say, slowly sliding out of the car.

"Are you going to need another ride back home?" The kind, older man asks you. "If you do, you can just privately contact me, and I would gladly take you back. I'll be in the area for a while."

"Okay, cool. I need to be dropped at a place not too far from here. You do have my number from the app, right?"

"I do. I'll send you a text so that you can save my number."

"Thank you. I'll give you a call later." You wave, closing the car door and hurrying inside the hotel.

Knowing your way around this hotel, you make your way to the entrance of the tea garden down the front passage. As soon as you enter, the hostess immediately greets you.

"Good morning, ma'am. Are you here for a reservation?"

You nod, "Yes, reservation under Y/N.”

She gives her list a quick look and nods, ticking next to your name. "You're expecting another guest, correct?" She checks with you as she picks up two menus.

"Yes. He should be arriving shortly."

You follow the hostess through the restaurant as the two of you walk right to the back where the glass greenhouse is located.

"Is this table to your satisfaction?" She asks, pointing toward a medium-sized table placed at the back of the greenhouse, hidden from prying eyes.

"Perfect." You tell, smiling at her as you take a seat. She nods, placing the menu before you and the seat opposite.

"I'll send a waiter to collect your orders after your guest arrives. In the meantime, would you like anything to drink?"

"Just a bottle of water will be fine."

"No problem." She turns and makes her way back out of the glass structure.

You check the time on your watch. Five minutes until your meeting is supposed to start. You hope your client isn't late.

Out of boredom, you start paging through the menu, which you probably have memorized by the number of times you come here. Maybe you should order some lunch for you and Yoongi? You're pretty sure that he doesn't have anything to eat at his house.

So caught up in deciding what to eat for lunch, you completely miss the person hovering over your table until a throat clears. Your head shoots up to the culprit. And damn, wasn't he beautiful.

You clear your throat and stand up from your seat. "Mr. Lee?" The man nods and points to your seat, allowing you to sit back down.

"…Is my assistant," says the man, taking his seat opposite you. You furrow your eyebrows at his words. His assistant? Then why was he here?

"Then where is Mr. Lee? Why am I meeting with you instead?"

"I made Mr. Lee make an appointment with you in his name in case this turned out to be some scam. Hope you don't mind my skepticism." He leans back into his seat and eyes you. There was something about the way that he was watching you and his body language in whole that let you know that he was the one in charge here. This guy was clearly someone important. He oozed richness and fame.

"Alright, so then what do I call you?" You tilt your head, eyeing his expensive suit and wristwatch. You spot tiny little tattoos on his right hand and fingers, but the distance between you two is too far apart to make them out clearly.

"Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.” He says, smiling cockily at you.

a/n: Thanks for sticking around. I hope it wasn't too bad. I'll hopefully have the next part up soon. If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment!

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labrujitadelamor · 1 year

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Imagine #4:

You always admired the way she wore her clothes, her hair, and the perfume she wore; the pendant on her neck that lingered.

You also began to admire the flavor of her ~chapstick~ and the way her fingers would tangle in yours. Your legs around her and the way her chest felt against yours…

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taichoushadow · 6 months

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Quiet love

A/N: a short drabble about basking in the quiet moments of love.

Genre: Fluff, pure fluff.

The soft tunes of low gentle music sweep through the dimly lit room. The night made it's entrance some time ago and you quietly listen to the music while laying on bed.

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you rest your palm on his stomach and pull his body closer, smiling at the sound of his satisfied sigh, which is followed by a low hum. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes, placing a soft kiss on the back of his neck when he grips onto your hand.

"Comfortable?" You ask, basking in the feeling of his fingers playing with yours. He once again hums while brushing his lips feathery light on your palm. "More than." His voice drifts off into a whisper and you lace your fingers with his. "Good." You mumble against his skin, pulling his leg over yours in the meantime.

No words are spoken after that, two souls basking in the safe space of eachothers hearts.

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purechaosexceptitsdumb · 1 year

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imagine ~ *✰*~

Wind blows against your face as you pace down the street. It’s 1am, and everywhere is empty except the bars that scream with drunks and music. Your tears from your fight with them last night have long dried, but you don’t want to go back. You keep walking, focused to clear your head, when you notice a shadow illuminated by the streetlights. You try not to panic, but you keep watching as it gradually gets close. You can almost feel the hot breath against your neck as a voice calls out to you. A man grabs your shoulder with a drunken smirk and tries to pull you closer to him.

“Hey, what’s a pretty thing like you doing out all alone? Cmon, I’ll show you a real good time..” He’s slurring his words as you pry his hand off you and try to keep walking, but he grabs you again, harder this time. He isn’t smiling anymore. Cursing under his breath, he pulls you in again but before he can even start another sentence, a hand punch knocks him into the concrete. You look up to see them flexing their hand, knuckles red. Without a word, they pull you close to them and run their hands through your hair. “Are we gonna do anything about him?” You whisper, staring at the unconscious man on the ground. “I could finish the job?” They grin, before meeting your eye and shrugging. “He got what he deserved. Let’s just go home, hm?”

With a sigh and a smile, you take their hand in yours and leave.

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oshisanbignaturals · 11 months

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(drops this before disappearing for another week)

#bt #enstars #myart #oc #hes my special little guy whos also kinda my self insert HEHEHEHEHE #his name means prince in malay #and prince is the name of my obey me oc lol #plus his design is based on my sona #um um if iwanna add anything else ill make another post #but if yall wanna send me asks abt him go ahead :)) i love talking HAHA

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igotbulletproof-insomnia · 7 months

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Adopting Bangtan 11

01, previous, series

I'm With Me

Kim Seokjin turned the phone screen on and unlocked his phone. It was a useless action, he knew he wouldn’t find anything else but the regular messages; reminders from his caretaker, questions from his brothers, plans to go out with some friends after school on Saturday. Taerim-halmonim thanked him for calling her on her birthday the previous day and offered to meet for dessert when she was back in Seoul. Seokjin frowned at that. It would be great to see his old nanny again, she was the only person who ever seemed to care about him, aside from the teacher he lived with now. But something in Seokjin’s chest had him hesitating. It had been years since he last saw her, and it would be nice to just hug her again. Even so, he just couldn’t bring himself to reply.

Seokjin tapped at the screen for a few minutes and replied to several other messages before sighing. Things just got more complicated the older he got, didn’t it?

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May 10, 2023 Did you greet your family for parent’s day? May 11, 2023 Of course. It would be awkward not to greet my guardian when I see them.

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It was his seventh birthday, and all Seokjin had wanted was to see his parents.

Seokjin was a smart kid. His teachers said so, and his nanny halmonim said so, so it had to be true. He understood a lot of things; he understood the importance of brushing his teeth and eating his vegetables. He understood when halmonim could play and when she needed to focus on her work. He understood his brother was much older and had to prioritize his studies over playing. He understood the word priorities. And most importantly, Seokjin understood that his parents had to go to work to earn money so they could keep their home and eat food and everything. He just thought that, maybe, if he was well-behaved and scored well on all of his tests, and asked really nicely, his mom, dad, and brother could sit at the dinner table and eat delicious food and cake. It was the only thing he asked for. Even Kang Taerim, his nanny-not-nanny agreed it was a beautiful wish.

So when Taerim-halmonim showed him her sad face and told him to start eating, alone, Seokjin nearly shouted in anger. Instead, he shoved food into his mouth until his feelings overwhelmed him. He ran away, crying, to hide where the space between his dresser and bedroom wall could hug him as tightly as he wanted his mom to.

Over and over and over and over, all Seokjin wanted was to see his parents. He missed his brother. Did they even remember he was here? He just wanted them here.

Oh, sweetheart, Taerim-halmonim spoke from the other end of the dresser. Seokjin wiped his tears on his arm and looked up. She sat cross-legged on the floor, a gentle smile on her face. Not for the first time, Seokjin wished that she was his mom instead of his parents’ house keeper. I know it hurts so, so much. But you still have halmonim, don’t you? She opened her arms, inviting him for a hug.

Things will get better one day, she said later, when Seokjin’s head was tucked in the crook of her neck and her shoulder thoroughly soaked with tears. I promise you, it will.

And if halmonim said it, it had to be true.

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November 22, 2023 It’s your parent’s anniversary soon. Don’t you think you should visit them?

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Home was chaos as usual. Namjoon walked the little ones home today, while Yoongi and Hoseok attended the local hagwon. It wasn’t great by any means, not like the one Seokjin used to attend, but it taught Hoseok dance, and Namjoon music, and Yoongi got to play sports, and Seokjin was improving his math grade, so he supposed it did its job. Jeongguk and Taehyung were making what sounded like a lot of unnecessary noise while they played with their toys, while Jimin sorted lego bricks. It looked like he was preparing another several-day-long project, which might mean a future where their caretaker cried as they spent even more money on even more legos. Jimin often used most of the lego blocks on his projects and refused to take them apart afterwards. The last time one of his creations was forcefully destroyed, he sulked for a week. Their caretaker didn’t normally care about the tantrums and attitudes the seven of them threw around the house -- and there was always someone upset about something -- but everyone in the house usually went out of their way to make Jimin happy. They had spent so much effort getting him comfortable when the twins first joined their family that it was probably a permanent way of life; Make Jimin smile. Indulge Taehyung. Adore Jeongguk. The three of them were probably some of the most spoiled children in all of Korea, and they were all proud to admit it.

Seokjin swiftly greeted the little ones with a hand in their hair, then went to the kitchen table and took a seat beside Namjoon. He unloaded his books from his bag, stole several bites from Namjoon’s bowl of fruit, and began his homework. From where he sat, he could keep an eye on the little ones and stop any fighting before it got a chance to start. He could also continue eating his brother’s food, which was the most important part.

“There’s plenty in the refrigerator, you know,” Namjoon rolled his eyes as he took his bowl back. “It’s cut and portioned and everything.”

“Your point escapes me,” said Seokjin. He smiled and reached for another bite of melon. His arms were long, the bowl wasn't as far away as Namjoon thought it was. “There’s fruit right here in front of me.” He received an eraser to the face for his trouble, but violence was practically a love language in their household.

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March 3, 2022 Didn't your brother graduate? You should call him. My phone number hasn't changed. He can call me too.

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This won’t sound very nice, but after that stunt you pulled at dinner last night, I need to level with you. Seokwan’s voice was soft, but the look on his face betrayed his frustration. Their family attended a dinner party the previous night, where Seokjin had lost his temper. Their parents, and had ignored him all night, even while they conversed with the adults and other children Seokjin’s age. It was bad enough they pretended he didn’t exist at home, but then they went out their way to treat him like a handsome and well-behaved doll.

Your expectations are too high. You want the family you see on television, and that doesn’t exist in reality. Seokjin had a few faint memories of playing and laughing with his older brother, but now… well, Seokjin couldn’t say the last time they talked together. Seokwan went away for school, and then attended hagwon over breaks, then holed up in his bedroom when he was home. He was as much a stranger as his parents these days. I’ve been where you are. I’ve wanted what you wanted. And then I grew up. Seokjin, you’re going to start middle school soon. You need to let go of your fantasies. Here, Seokwan handed his brother the gift bag in his hand. Inside was another action figure that Seokjin would never play with. It felt like a bribe. You’re meant to make our family look good. You can’t go around throwing temper tantrums and acting out at your age. It’s embarrassing. And as long as you continue to embarrass them, our parents will never acknowledge you.

The words hurt. They stung his eyes and burned his chest, but they weren’t unexpected. Seokjin already knew all of this, at least a little bit. He loved going to fancy dinners and dressing in adult clothes, but he hated the way his parents treated him. He just wanted to know that they cared about him.

Sometimes, he wondered if they loved him.

What’s this for then? he asked.

You wanted attention. Seokwan explained. This is the most they’re willing to give. But remember, all actions have consequences. Even if you're not the one who receives them.

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August 16, 2018 I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. Please come back I didn’t get to say goodbye I’ll apologize. Just please come back This is for the best, dear. I love you. Don’t give your new housekeeper a hard time. But she won’t be you Things change. It’s okay.

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“Kim Seokjin, where are you?” Seonsaengnim’s voice was loud, bordering on shrill, but Seokjin still took his time walking through the house to meet their guardian outside of the kitchen.

“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”

“No, you didn’t, and that’s the point,” they replied. “I have something for you!”

Before the surprise could be revealed, Seokjin heard Jeongguk’s voice begin, “Happy birthday to you!”

“Hey, Jeongguk, it’s not anyone’s birthday today,” Yoongi cut him off. Seokjin gave his guardian a curious look.

“It was your turn to choose dessert the other night,” they said, leading Seokjin to the counter, “but I forgot, and then I didn’t feel like arguing with the kids about it. So, I brought home your favorite to make it up to you. You boys ate dinner already, right?” The cake was rounded and covered in red and white fondant, with strawberry slices creating something like flowers around the edges and skewered on top. It resembled a Mario cap, and brought a smile to Seokjin’s face. “Knuckleheads, back up, Jinnie gets the first piece!”

“I’m not a knucklehead,” argued Taehyung.

“Yes, you are,” said Seonsaengnim. “I said it, so it must be true.”

“You also said I was going to get a good grade on my exam --”

“Kim Namjoon, you would have if you would have gone to bed when I told you, instead of playing games under your blankets.”

“Stop arguing near my cake, you’re gonna ruin the flavor,” Seokjin whined, slapping at Yoongi’s hand when it reached for one of the fruits. Unfortunately, that left the cake open to Hoseok’s greedy fingers instead. “Stop it, I didn’t even get to take a picture!”

“Hurry up before we take it all then,” Namjoon teased, snatching up another berry.

“I hate all of you. Just so that you know.”

“Seonsaengnim, Jinnie-hyung said mean words!” screamed Jimin.

“Jinnie-hyung is lying!” yelled Taehyung.

“I just wanted cake, is that so much to ask?” Seokjin whined, watching his brothers steal more of his fruit.

“Choices have consequences,” Seonsaengnim laughed, placing a stack of saucers and a knife beside him. “Next time you want to get adopted, pick a smaller household. And apologize to your younger brothers.”

“Which ones?”

“Take your pick, you probably did something to all of them. I’d start with the twins though.”

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March 22, 2019 Kim Seokjin, do not ignore me. Answer your phone when I call you. I’m worried about you. March 23, 2019 Please, tell me you’re okay. I just want to know that you’re safe. March 24, 2019 I’m safe

Where are you?

At home

Your housekeeper hasn’t seen you for weeks. Your food is untouched. Your bed hasn’t been slept in. Don’t lie to me. March 25, 2019 I am at home Just not their home

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Seokjin looked down at the notarized papers in his hands. His heart beat wildly in his chest, both in excitement and fear. He had managed to not just… well, in an effort of transparency, he managed to manipulate both of his parents into giving up their parental rights, and a third into adopting him. It shouldn’t have been so easy. It really, really shouldn’t have been so simple, but his parent’s paid so little attention to him that they didn’t even read the paperwork he gave them, and his teacher was so trusting and careless that Seokjin only had to tell the simplest of white lies to get his way. That was a little concerning, but he imagined there weren’t too many kids willing to… well, in an effort of transparency with himself, willing to commit fraud just to be adopted by their teacher.

But… the four of them looked like they had fun together. Seonsaengnim still looked exhausted, but they still helped the smallest one eat their bingsu while making cute noises, and hugged the older ones and answered all of their questions and smiled and… it was like watching his old nanny -- the nanny fired because of him -- raise three kids who weren’t him. And once that idea crossed his mind…. Seokjin wanted that. He wanted back the guardian his parents took from him.

So he tricked his parents and he lied to his teacher, and did something a little bit illegal, but… well, his parents will never notice. And even if they did… Seokjin didn’t want to go back. And legally, they couldn’t make him. Probably.

Now, all he had to do was convince Seonsaengnim’s kids to adopt him too.

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March 25, 2019 Did something happen? Can you answer the phone? March 26, 2019 I know you’re upset with me, but please, please answer. I’m sorry. March 27, 2019 I am so sorry. Please tell me where you are. March 28, 2019 Seokjin, if you’re able please reply. Where are you? March 29, 2019 Seokjin? March 30, 2019 I’m not going back there You can’t make me go back Where are you? You aren’t old enough to live alone. March 31, 2019 I’m safe I’m not alone I promise You won’t even tell me where you are. How is that safe? Halmonim I’m happy. How do I know you are safe in this "home?" You don’t understand how dangerous this is. Go back to your family.

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“Seokjin-ah,” his guardian called to him as he exit the bathroom, dressed and cleaned for bed. They were wiping down the kitchen surfaces, the dishes clean and drying in the rack. The other boys were in bed already, but Seokjin had planned to stay awake to study for another hour or two. Seokjin stood in the threshold now, watching his guardian work.

“I’ve been meaning to check in with you,” they said. “Is everything okay? You’ve been a little withdrawn lately.”

Seokjin smiled ruefully. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding his mental state, but maybe he overestimated his acting skills. “I’m a little worried about my grades,” he said. “I want to get a scholarship for a really good high school, but I can’t exactly do that if I don’t score well on my exams.

“If you were worried about your grades, you’d be whining about it,” Saem replied. “Try another lie. Or the truth. The truth is preferable.”

Seokjin hadn’t exactly lied. He did want to get a scholarship to a good high school, and he was worried about his exams, but he was also confident that he would be successful. At the very least, he had a backup plan, so no, Seokjin wasn’t exactly being honest. “I feel sick?”

“I don’t think you’ve matured that much in the past several months.”

Seokjin chuckled at that response. He could be more obnoxious and demanding than the little ones when he was sick, so he searched his brain for another, more believable story. It wasn’t that Seokjin didn’t trust his guardian. He trusted them to keep him safe and fed and clothed and sheltered, and he trusted them to be honest and fair. He trusted his guardian to treat him like a person, even when they lost their temper with him. He trusted his guardian to love him unconditionally. And Seokjin loved them in return. Part of that love meant keeping his guardian safe from his secrets.

“I…” Seokjin struggled with his words, unsure how honest he should be. “I’m worried about my old nanny.” That was enough of the truth, he thought. “I may have been in contact with her recently and… well, she’s kind of old. Older than you.”

“I’m going to ignore the old comment and focus on your nanny. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” said Seokjin, relieved that his distraction worked. “Just old, like I said. She’s still healthy as far as I know. I just worry.”

“Were you concerned that you can’t go see her?”

“She lives in Busan now,” said Seokjin. “That’s a little far for an after school trip.”

“We could all go during a break, if you'd like,” Seonsaengnim suggested. “The boys have been wanting to see the beach anyway.”

Seokjin frowned. The conversation wasn’t going the way he expected it to, and it was making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Kang Taerim. He missed her terribly. He just… Seokjin felt his heart drop in his chest when he realized: he didn’t trust her anymore. Whether he saw her in Seoul or Busan or overseas, Seokjin just didn’t trust his old nanny not to take him back to his parents, and that scared him.

“We can go to Busan,” Seokjin decided. “But I don’t want to see Taerim halmonim. I like our relationship the way it is now.” Even though Seokjin pretended the two of them hadn't grown distant over the years, he had to admit to himself now that the distance was good. He couldn't get kidnapped and taken back home if there was distance.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said.

"Any particular reasons?"

Seokjin frowned. As well-meaning as his caretaker was, he didn't enjoy their prying. When they pried, Seokjin had to debate whether he should lie or not. He didn't particularly enjoy lying. "A few. I don't want to talk about it."

His caretaker paused in their wiping down the faucet and fixed Seokjin with a hard stare. At this point in their relationship, it was a completely nonverbal argument, where his guardian analyzed his face and body language, while he tried his best to pretend he wasn't hiding anything. Seokjin doubted he was ever as successful as he liked to think he was, but he also appreciated that whatever his guardian found, they likely wouldn't bring it up. Yet.

“Okay," Seonsaengnim agreed slowly."I won't press it if you’re sure. Was that all you were thinking about?” They wrung out their rag and laid it in its place on the sink. Suddenly, all of their attention was focused on Seokjin. “Something tells me that’s not it.”

“That’s…” he considered his feelings, and what he was and wasn’t willing to talk about right now. It felt like something had shifted inside after realizing the uneasy feeling he had when thinking about Taerim halmonim was distrust. “That’s everything I’m willing to think about tonight, I think.”

“Will you come find me if you change your mind?” they asked, opening their arms. Seokjin felt relieved to be offered the hug he needed. He felt awkward about asking for hugs from his guardian when he wanted them. Seonsaengnim must have noticed how desperate he was because they squeezed him tighter than usual, and didn’t let go until Seokjin pulled back. He felt a little more settled inside, even if it still felt like everything had changed.

“I’ll probably come find you for help with math,” he said.

“You’ll fail if you did that, kid,” said his guardian. “I’m an English teacher for a reason.”

In his bedroom, Seokjin stared for a long moment at the textbooks laying on his desk. He really did need to spend an hour or two with his math formulas, or finishing his Korean assignments. It was the smart choice.

Instead, he crawled into bed with Jeongguk. His youngest brother was an excellent cuddler, and Seokjin could really use a teddy bear tonight.

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Collecting Strays series, previous, first

So, if the formatting is strange, I tried my best; between my outdated Chromebook and the tumblr website, I was fighting for my life. Hopefully, the text conversations came through alright and the timeline of events is clear enough. As always, my inbox is open for suggestions and requests, preferably for this series, but I might be open to other, preferably platonic, BTS requests.

#BTS #BTS scenarios #BTS fan fiction #BTS ARMY #kim seokjin #BTS Jin #kim seokjin scenarios #kid BTS #kid fic #gender neutral reader #reader insert #self-insert #Collecting Strays #DarkBalance #cross posted on ao3

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nyptagypta · 1 year

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GUYS I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO PRONOUNCE Y/N

Besties new shipped dropped.

#self inserts #x y/n #x reader #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfics #tumblr #memes #marvel #star wars #moon knight #shadow and bone #bts #one direction #harry styles

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94erz · 1 year

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I’ll be your underline because you’re important I’ll make your name my dying message I can’t say romantic things like that I’ve thought about it but I’ve never been checked You keep featuring in my daily life This is my solo album, why do you keep interfering in every track? You keep on scratchin, you rappin, you beatin my whole life Confessing my love? I don’t know When I lay down with loneliness, my bed keeps getting bigger No matter how much I roll around, it’s lonely Cuz your lips and your thighs and your everything fine You look good with me, I want your everything mine Oh shit, I’m not usually like this But I become a fool in your maze I keep getting lost but my destination is set on you anyway You’re my destination, destiny and definition

2015 Namjoon was insane for this. How anyone could make it through his verse and not be utterly in love with him man I dunno.

#Sab talks BTS stuff #also obsessed with Namjoon's genderless lyrics #a lot of people noticed that on Indigo too #babe said music for everyone #self insert your own hottie with nice lips and thighs #which perfectly describes Namjoon too so

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4amwon · 1 year

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check out my loves ( @euphoricfilter ) Jungkook fic series on Wattpad! :) she’s so talented 💕🙏🏻

summary: “When two lost souls intertwine, where one refuses to ever let go of the other, It's inevitable chaos would ensue. Because Jungkook was selfish, an immortal with no purpose until you. A sickly love consuming his being until the lines between adoration blurred with a maddening obsession. And if it meant keeping you alive for the rest of time, he didn't mind the sacrifices he had to make along the way. Because to Jungkook, you were his only reason.”

#bts #jungkook #bts jungkook #jk #bts fic #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook #kpop #self insert #bangtan #wattpad #bts wattpad #jungkook wattpad #demon jk #bts fic rec

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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"It's like eating rice cakes" that description is soooo accurate and has me on the floor lmao 6A IS indeed dry af I can literally visualize the styrofoam taste lmaoooo

🤣🤣🤣

It's just sooooo lacking in substance. And it's really extra frustrating because the set up for some delicious and deep moments were like, RIGHT there! Even in s5 we had things like the perfect set up for Eddie having to listen to his firefam be in danger and unable to help, and Buck having some deep conversations with Bobby about Eddie and reinforcing their father/son bond. So then, when Bobby was in danger, the emotional beat with someone like Chim or Eddie telling Buck to relax because Bobby was going to be okay would actually land and would have given Bobby something to do as well. But s6 had SUCH potential with the blimp crash, with Buck being allowed to make a choice for himself instead of just having to react after someone else makes the choices, with Bobby having things about Wendall all season leading up to 6x09, with Madney's love story coming back together and healing ON SCREEN, with Buck/Bobby having that father/son dynamic back, with Buck's storyline being intertwined and influenced by Chris and Eddie's/Henren and Denny's/Madney and Jee's (for serious SO many opportunities), with the Eddie and Chim dynamic, with the Chim getting abducted while Maddie listened to that and then Buck putting himself in danger to save him, just....it's all RIGHT THERE. The emotional beats are so big it takes WORK for the show to completely miss them so hard.

This is why I'm always tagging things asking Tim to come back. Completely outside of the Buddie of it all, he was SO good at telling stories, bringing multiple plotlines together and having multiple plots for different characters running at once, not dragging things out more than needed, and just a general cohesiveness to everything, especially in regards to the emergencies helping push existing arcs along instead of just feeling like filler to take up time. He was also REALLY good at pacing and emotional balance between dramatics and fun as well as making sure that the characters, storylines, and emergencies/victimes were treated with respect and with heart.

We know for a fact that Tim was the one making Kristen include those intimate conversations so they happened on screen and those moments really held a lot of the heart and depth of the show. It's become really clear with 6a how badly those are missing now that there isn't the excuse of main characters being missing.

Take out the depth and heart of the show, and it looses what made it special, what made it stand out from other shows, and what made it resonate with such a wide audience. The fact that every social media has seen people mentioning the show feeling off/boring/filler/not the same really says that it's not just a handful of Buddie fans being needlessly picky. I know casual viewers and evey they are telling me they're bored and miss how the show used to be. And it's pretty clear where the issue is coming from because WHEN the cast gets their moments to shine they are still knocking those moments out of the park.

#my sweet not so anonymous friends #911 #tim!!#come get your show tim!#no for real for real come save your show tim #kr's idea of 'jucy' storylines belong on some teen drama and even still it's all dry ass nothing #the bt breakup could have been soooo delicious with buck getting to finally speak on how he was feeling #with oliver giving us another 'nothing i ever did wad good enough' moment #but instead we got??? cheating?! from BUCK?! the implication that he manipulated and trapped his gf like some narcissistic creep?#amicable break up barbie?!#please #and she was given SO many juicy threads to follow and she just ignored every one of them to push her self-inserts #and ignored everyone else 90% of the time and cut whatever she could from eddie's storyline #ANYWAY #still out of town with the fam so i did this in bits and pieces and on my phone soooo sorry in advance if it's an incoherent mess #*i just have a lot of feelings.gif*#*incoherent screaming*

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caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma · 2 years

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Peripheral, Part 10.5

Pairings: OT7 x reader; Taehyung x Jimin, Jungkook x reader, Yoongi x reader

Series Summary: An unfortunate accident leaves Kim Namjoon with amnesia, and Big Hit, BTS, ARMY, and the entire world are desperate to help him regain his memories and knowledge. Fortunately, a new genetics company has successfully created a system to alter our brains into human databases which can help someone regain knowledge and memories through a simple input/output exchange. Can this new invention give us back our beloved leader?

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: cursing/vulgar language, mentions of infertility, sexual discussions, mentions of infidelity, meddling parents

3 Years Earlier - Tokyo, Japan

"So, if my calculations are correct," Y/N proclaimed. "We could theoretically create a data partition in a person's brain capable of storing a vast amount of information as well as act as a biological transaction station for exporting stored data to others."

The conference room applauded enthusiastically when she stopped speaking and Y/N opened up the floor for questions.

"How do these transmissions work exactly?" queried one of the researchers. "Could anyone initiate them?"

"First of all, the procedure is called a transaction, not a transmission," Y/N corrected them. "The data sharing is multidirectional, it's not linear. They are initiated by the data host once a subject consents to the procedure. After consent is established, electrical impulses open data ports through the synapse networks in the body and transmit data between both the data host and the receiver."

"Fascinating. Have you commenced human trials yet?" another researcher probed. "This will require an extensive testing phase."

"We just received full approval to begin human trials starting next week," Y/N happily announced. “We have dozens of interested test subjects from the online surveys we circulated months ago. Our marketing team is working with our research department to narrow that down to 5 for the first test cohort.”

The sounds of approval and excitement circulated throughout the conference room as Y/N wrapped up the presentation and said her goodbyes. The donor coordinators were charming checks and wire transfers out of intrigued investors.

"Hey, Y/N," called a voice from behind her. "I have a question for you."

Y/N sighed at the unwelcome intrusion after such a successful presentation, but she plastered on a professional smile and turned to face her co-worker and ex-boyfriend, Toshiro Nakamura.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Nakamura," Y/N chirped enthusiastically. "I would be more than happy to answer any questions you might have regarding the project."

Toshiro smirked at her obviously fake demeanor and he ushered her into a little alcove away from prying ears and eyes. Once he was satisfied that they were out of earshot, he leaned back against the wall and sighed dramatically.

"So, are you really not going to tell anyone that you already started human trials on this project?" Toshiro huffed out. "Or was that one more thing that you and my father intended to keep from me?"

Y/N groaned in annoyance and crossed her arms defensively.

"If you have a problem with operations, then that's something you should take up directly with management." Y/N explained. "As for the human trials, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't bullshit me, Y/N," Toshiro spat. "I know that you were a part of the pilot program he put together last month. What I don’t know are the results of the initial test. Why don’t you save us both some time and just give me a briefing, yeah?"

"Oh," Y/N mused dismissively. "And where exactly are you getting this privileged information, Toshi? Please don’t tell me you’re fucking around with the lab assistants again for inside information.”

“One time, Y/N,” Toshiro growled. “That happened one fucking time, and I can’t believe that you are still hung up on that shit. Still not over me, are you, babe?”

“In your dreams, asshole,” Y/N retorted. “The truth is I leveled up to a bigger and better plane of existence, while you are still content replaying the tired old side quests on this one."

"Don't sling your bullshit gamer analogies at me, Y/N, " Toshiro gritted out. "I just want to know when important things are happening in my company. That is my right as the heir to Nakamura Inc. This company is my birthright and you will give me whatever information I demand as your superior."

"You aren't in charge yet, Junior, " Y/N reminded the petulant poser. "And you are not my superior. You aren’t even my equal. I answer to the actual Mr. Nakamura, not his spoiled fuckboy son.”

“I am not-” Toshiro howled before composing himself. “Look, Y/N, I would hate for something like this to reflect badly on your position. When I take over this company, I want us to maintain the same kind of professional relationship that you have with my father. You should start working on that now before it’s too late and you find yourself unemployed.”

“You certainly have a lot of faith in your inheritance, Toshi,” Y/N remarked cooly. “I sure hope your father doesn't change his mind and give the company to someone else."

"What? Why?" Toshiro sputtered angrily. "What did you hear?"

"Nothing, Toshi," Y/N grinned. "I'm sure your father trusts the future of his burgeoning company and scientific research facilities to a spoiled brat incapable of true vision or class. In fact, you should go talk to him about that. I'm sure he'd love to hear about your ideas for the upcoming STEM Expo in Seoul next quarter."

Toshiro scoffed and straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair. The arrogance dripping off of him was stifling.

"Make your jokes now, Y/N," Toshiro remarked snidely. "You won't be so bold when I'm the one in charge. If memory serves, you really liked it when I was in charge, remember?"

Toshiro reached out to toy with one of Y/N's loose strands of hair, but she quickly slapped his hand away. He merely smirked at her rebuff and tore off toward the elevators and his father's office.

With Toshiro out of sight, Y/N did her best to put him out of mind. She took a deep breath and shook off the annoyance clinging to her nerves before making her way to the elevators. Instead of following her past mistakes up to the penthouse, she swiped her ID card on the keypad and headed straight down to the executive research suites located three floors below.

Mr. Nakamura, the true CEO of Nakamura, Inc., created this research lab exclusively for her project and the amount of money he poured into it was mind boggling. He was fascinated by her work and his engineering background combined with his natural aptitude for biological processes made him a brilliant research partner. It was truly puzzling how his own son missed the mark when it came to academic achievements.

The idiot would rather count his money than do anything to benefit humanity. What a fucking loser.

Y/N tried to wipe the scowl off her face before entering the lab, but it was obvious that Mr. Nakamura was privy to her ruffled feathers as soon as she entered the room. He pulled away from his microscope and turned his scrutinizing gaze her way.

"That look on your face can only mean one thing," Mr. Nakamura chuckled. "You ran into Junior, didn't you?"

"Sir, you know he hates when you call him that," Y/N huffed. "And yes, I did. He's pissed that you didn't inform him about the tests we conducted last month."

"There was nothing to inform," Mr. Nakamura replied coolly. "There were no tests conducted last month, at least according to our records. I didn't write up a report and neither did you, correct?"

"Correct," Y/N smiled. "Speaking of which, we should probably check on that non-project, don't you think? Even if it doesn't exist, it would be a good idea to get some more measurements and readings before the first cohort arrives."

"That's a good idea," Mr. Nakamura assented. "You get everything set up here and I will go get the diagnostic equipment. "

Mr. Nakamura walked to the back of the lab while Y/N took a seat and began placing sticky medical pads strategically on her body. Mr. Nakamura walked back in with a large plastic tote full of wires. One by one, he handed over the ends of different wires and Y/N connected the ends to a medical pad on her body. Mr. Nakamura began fiddling with the instrument panel in front of him once all of the wires were connected and the machine whirred to life. Y/N jolted slightly as the machine started running diagnostics.

“I will never get used to that feeling, will I?” Y/N sighed. “It gets me everytime.”

“Don’t you worry, Y/N,” Mr. Nakamura assured her. “Eventually, you will barely even notice it at all.”

The soft syncopated beeps and pulsating lights slowly illuminated the display panel and the diagnostic test results filtered in one by one. Y/N ran over each diagnostic result in her brain and her smile bloomed as each new positive result poured in.

A light succession of beeps alerted them to the final result, and they each took a deep breath before chuckling softly.

"It worked," Y/N cried out in disbelief. "Are you seeing this, sir? It really worked!"

"I know, I'm seeing the same thing," Mr. Nakamura cheered. "This is incredible, Y/N. Your experiment worked perfectly. This is fantastic news!"

"Oh, sir, think of what this means," Y/N gushed. "Think of the possibilities, the people we can help!"

"This is only the beginning, my dear," Mr. Nakamura beamed. "Together, we are going to be unstoppable. This is the one, Y/N. This is the project we were looking for. We can now make our full presentation to the board to create the new division of Nakamura, Inc."

"Nakamura Neurocom," Y/N sighed. "It does feel this is where our origin story begins. We have so much work to do, sir. I guess that means more hours for us in the lab. Should I get the cots ready?"

"Perhaps," Mr. Nakamura joked. “We still have more research to complete, you know. Each new success leads us closer to realizing your initial theory, Y/N. It’s only a matter of time before we can start exploring the world of pure information exchange.”

“I know,” Y/N squealed. “I mean, I know it’s still just a theory, but these results are giving me hope that something like that is actually possible. I might be able to share my mind completely with another person, someone wholesome and pure and trustworthy. It would be the epitome of intimacy. I’m close to a breakthrough, I can feel it.”

“If anyone can figure it out, I’m sure it will be you,” Mr. Nakamura. “The question is, with whom would you share that much of yourself? I had hoped it would be my son, but he dashed those hopes, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Y/N gritted out. “Worst Christmas party ever.”

“I may not be able to apologize for his behavior,” Mr. Nakamura replied softly. “But I will apologize on behalf of my lack of discipline. I raised that boy alone and I’m afraid I missed a few opportunities to teach him how to behave like a gentleman.”

“It’s not your fault, sir,” Y/N sighed. “If anything, I share half the blame for that incident. After we found out I was infertile, I kept my distance from Toshi. I felt like a failure. I was always in the lab working on this project and he started feeling neglected. I basically pushed him into that lab assistant’s arms.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, dear,” Mr. Nakamura. “The infertility was not your fault and you shouldn’t blame yourself for that discovery. It was just one pregnancy scare that turned into something else. It was not something you had any control over. As for your work habits, I can relate. I, too, once pushed away my loved ones in pursuit of knowledge. I learned how to balance it and so will you.”

“I hope you’re right,” Y/N sighed. “It was just a lot to process all at once. Toshi wasn’t very helpful either. I know he was trying to be sympathetic, but his words just made me feel resentful.”

“All things considered, it’s actually amusing how things turned out,” Mr. Nakamura mused. “The boy couldn’t help but fall for a girl who is just like his father. Smart, funny, charming, and completely obsessed with the job.”

“But this job is a dream come true for me!” Y/N protested. “Toshi knew how much this job meant to me. I have been working on this project for over a decade, and I’m so close to making it a reality. Why couldn’t he understand that?”

“I don’t know,” Mr. Nakamura admitted sadly. “If I knew that, I would be closer to understanding my son than I am now. Junior was always so hard to read. He acts one way, but actually feels another. He got that from his mother. Enchanting woman, but a master at masking her emotions. That’s why we found out about her cancer so late. She kept hiding the pain out of misplaced inconvenience.”

“Oh, that’s terrible, sir,” Y/N exclaimed. “I never knew.”

“Not many do,” Mr. Nakamura sighed. “It’s a family matter. I only share it with you because I consider you family, Y/N. The daughter who almost was.”

Mr. Nakamura giggled at his little joke and Y/N rolled her eyes and gently swatted his arm in protest.

“Sir, that’s not funny,” Y/N groaned.

“I know, I know,” Mr. Nakamura conceded. “I have to laugh to keep myself from crying. Junior lost out on a fine woman when he lost you, but I’m glad you decided to stay on as my partner. I never would’ve accomplished half of the projects over the last year without you. This new venture is just the beginning of a new era for Nakamura, Inc.”

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N smiled brightly. “It feels good to know I’m appreciated.”

Mr. Nakamura pulled Y/N into a gentle side hug and then gathered up the printed diagnostic test results. He paused while looking at the results and then sighed before handing the printouts to Y/N.

"Unfortunately, you and I are the only ones who know this project so well,” Mr. Nakamura commented thoughtfully. “Maybe we can get a few others trained in the software before the trials begin? It wouldn't hurt to expand our department."

"That's a good idea, sir," Y/N assented while sorting the printouts into a manila envelope. "I can start combing through our employees for good candidates. Shall we meet tomorrow and go over the specifics?"

"Sounds good, Y/N," Mr. Nakamura agreed.

A small rustle resounded across the room and Mr. Nakamura coughed in response.

"Why don't we get you unplugged, yeah?" Mr. Nakamura offered. "We have to get ready for tomorrow. Big day ahead of us. We have to pick the members of our first cohort tomorrow. You should get some rest."

"Yeah, no kidding," Y/N resounded, seeming to forget about the strange noise in the room. "Well, I will let you clean up while I go home and start working on that list."

They detached the wires and sticky pads and put everything away neatly in the cabinet. Y/N gathered a few items from her office and then waved goodbye to Mr. Nakamura, who was still cleaning the countertops with disinfectant. Once Y/N was safely moving away in the elevator, Mr. Nakamura huffed out in annoyance and addressed the intruder in the room.

"She's gone, Junior," Mr. Nakamura sighed. "No point in hiding anymore."

Toshiro reluctantly stepped out of the shadows of his father’s office with a scowl on his face. He sauntered over to his father and hopped onto the table where Y/N previously sat.

“How did you know I was there?” Toshiro grumbled.

“Aside from your inability to remain quiet for more than 5 minutes,” Mr. Nakamura commented. “I get real time notifications whenever someone accesses my private elevator. You should know better than that, Junior.”

“And please stop calling me Junior!” Toshiro howled. “I’m an adult now, father. Maybe it’s time you recognized that fact.”

“I recognized that you are an adult in age, son,” Mr. Nakamura agreed. “But only a child gets angry about a family nickname.”

Toshiro gritted his teeth at his father’s words and clamped down the onslaught of petulant remarks pushing at his lips. He inhaled deeply through his flared nostrils and released the annoyance and frustration scratching at his composure. He slid off the table and turned to face his father who was meticulously cleaning and organizing the lab table.

“Look, father, I know that Y/N and I are not on the best terms right now,” Toshiro began calmly. “And that is mostly my fault. However, I feel like her work here in the lab is causing a rift in our father-son relationship.”

“How so?” Mr. Nakamura asked nonchalantly. “We still make time for one another. We have dinner together once a week, and we still meet for coffee every morning. I even granted you special access to everything in the company. Where exactly is there a rift, son?”

“I may have access to everything, but I still feel locked out,” Toshiro explained. “You and Y/N are working on this special project that is racking up a lot of attention and money from our investors. I know the basics of the project because I helped you both start up the research, but once Y/N and I ended things, she shut me out. As your son and heir, I think it’s crucial that I play an active part in this project, for the sake of the company.”

“Why are you so concerned about this project, Toshi?” Mr. Nakamura wondered aloud. “You weren’t that interested in it before. What’s changed?”

“Nothing’s changed,” Toshiro huffed out. “I just want to understand why the two of you are spending so much time on this. I want to help you both succeed, if I can. This project is important to you and you are important to me. But I can’t help you if I don’t understand the project. You were just talking to her about training other employees so that the project can thrive. Make me one of those employees.”

Mr. Nakamura hummed a bit before his brows furrowed in thought. Having his son involved in the project would help facilitate the process and it would secure the family hold on the project for the board’s approval.

It couldn’t hurt to get an extra pair of Nakamura eyes on this. After all, this is a family business.

“I can’t add you to the project directly,” Mr. Nakamura informed Toshiro. “Y/N would immediately reject your involvement on the project. If you didn’t have such a troubled past, it would be easier, but you just had to make life difficult for her during and after that ugly breakup.”

Toshiro clenched his fists and remained silent, even though his brain was screeching at him to respond to his father’s obvious ploy. He regained his composure and gave his father a strained smile as he waited for him to continue.

“Yes, that was messy,” Toshiro admitted. “I handled it badly and I lost her. There’s no need to rub it in.”

“I’m not rubbing it in, son,” Mr. Nakamura replied. “I’m simply saying that you took a delicate situation and you fractured it so completely that it broke apart without any hope for repair. What did Y/N do to elicit such behavior from you?”

“Nothing,” Toshiro sighed. “She did nothing. We had plans, shit happened, the plans fell through. That’s all there is to it.”

“Was it really so bad that she couldn’t give you children, Toshi?” Mr. Nakamura asked. “Did you have to say such horrible things to her about something that was out of her control?”

“It wasn’t about the children, father,” Toshiro admitted freely. “Y/N completely shut down after the doctor gave her that diagnosis. She was obsessed with her inability to conceive and nothing I was saying was making her feel any better. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just tried to get her to forget about it. I had no idea how badly it would backfire.”

“You were always too impatient, Toshi,” Mr. Nakamura said, shaking his head. “Y/N didn’t need a distraction from her perceived failure. You offered vacations and high adventure activities and all she needed was comfort and reassurance from someone who loved her.”

“I did love her!” Toshiro exclaimed hotly. “I loved her so much and nothing I did was ever good enough for her. She made a fool of me, father. She painted me as some kind of villain when all I did was try to be her hero.”

“You were too aggressive, son,” Mr. Nakamura explained. “You backed her into a corner. Did you really expect her to back down? You know as well as I do that Y/N is not the type to crumble under pressure. She lashed out at you because you left her no other choice. Perhaps, with time, she will forgive you and you two can resume a friendly relationship.”

“Well, it’s too late for me to do anything about it now,” Toshiro sighed. “The least I can do is help her realize her dream, even if it’s from the sidelines. That’s why I want to help, father. If I can make it up to her in some small way, then that’s what I aim to do.”

Mr. Nakamura raked his analytical gaze over his son and surveyed his intentions. They appeared to be sincere, but he was still apprehensive. With a small exhale of defeat, he pulled up some files on the mainframe and saved them to an external USB drive. He ejected the drive from the mainframe and held it out to Toshiro.

“This is all the information on the pilot program, including our notes about upcoming projects,” Mr. Nakamura informed him. “Please read through all the materials and let me know if you have any questions. You are not to say a word to anyone about your involvement in this project. I will personally educate you about everything in the project and you will be allowed to watch trials from a secure location. Is that understood, Toshiro?”

Toshiro took the drive from his father and placed it into his suit breast pocket for safekeeping. He cleverly smothered the smirk pulling at his lips before answering his father.

“Yes, of course, father,” Toshiro nodded and bowed. “I am, as always, here to serve you.”

The two Nakamuras left the lab together via the secret elevator in Mr. Nakamura’s office. Two men traveling skyward; one with his head in the clouds and the other with his head in the thick miasma of deceit.

A/N: Hey, y'all! Sorry I've been MIA for a bit, but life decided I needed a rollercoaster ride and I jumped on without reading the warnings. Oh well, live and learn. I am working on my writing stuff again, so let's hope that this summer gives me lots of time and energy and inspiration. Thank you to @xxxille-girlxxx for helping me Beta read this (Love you, Goguma!) I wanted to give everyone a little insight into Y/N's history with the company. This will come into play in the next chapter. I hope I still have people reading this! Stay safe and cool, y'all!

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