#childhoodfriend!taehyung

[nochukoo97]

we can’t be friends (wait for your love) - teaser

pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x childhoodfriend!oc

summary: you and jungkook have been friends since birth, and as you both grow into teenagers, you can’t help but have some sorr of longing feeling towards him. but after a turn of events, you move away from your home town, growing apart from the boy you onced were close to. almost a decade later when you decide to move back, there’s someone familiar yet unfamiliar waiting for your arrival… was this the universe giving you a sign about him?

warnings/tags: story starts off when the both of them are children, but most of the plot is when they are adults :)), eventual: kissing, an emotional rollercoaster 🥲, they’re stuck in a ‘what are we’ moment, playing a waiting game of who confesses first, a little bit of angst, smut, but fluff too hehe

a/n: IM BACK 🥲 after being in writers block sighhh but i am back hehehe hope u r excited for this!! anyways this is just an intro for the actual fic, its more of what happened before the present which will be in the main part hehehe

TAGLIST OPEN!!

(this is the introduction, the main part is coming soon :)))

MASTERLIST

23 July 2007

You’re currently wedged between two bookshelves in the living room of your house, eyes trained on the words in your book, giggling to yourself when the plot takes a funny turn. Meanwhile in the background, Jungkook and your brother Taehyung, both a year older than you, the two ten year old boys play fighting in your parents backyard, their game was way too rough for you to even watch, you decided.

That’s always the way it’s been since you were young, Jungkook’s mum dropping him off at your parents place as he spent time with your brother, mostly roughhousing like they are now, and you, at nine years old, simply tucking yourself in another fairytale, which to you seemed like a much better way to past time.

You never truly spent a lot of time with the two of them when Jungkook would come over, besides the once-in-a-while moments where your parents would make you guys bond a little through board games or card games which the two elder boys would never take seriously, the games always ending in them either throwing the board game pieces at each other or stacking the cards into a pyramid.

When it came to school, you tried your best to stay away from bumping into your brother at school, but you’d always end up being teased in front of your friends by him and Jungkook, making fun of your two pigtails or your very glittery pink bag you had just gotten as a birthday gift, but you were used to it anyways, having grown up with a brother.

12 August 2011

Four years go by and now you’re finally completing your last year in middle school, Jungkook and your brother having moved on to high school, and as expected, they end up attending the same school, as they have done their whole life.

But since four years ago, a lot has changed. You’ve grown much closer to Jungkook, having gone on quite a few trips with his family, and you could even consider him a close friend. Most importantly, he’d grown from being a kid to a teenager, even though he was only a year older than you, the 14 year old boy suddenly became someone you always wanted to hang out with. To you, you saw him as someone cool. Instead of teasing you along with your brother, he now would defend you from your brother’s teasing, treat you to ice cream on the weekends and even teach you the video games he played with your brother.

“And then he let me get as many toppings as I wanted,” You tell your friends, clicking the buttons on your phone to show them the picture of your ice cream, filled to the brim with all sorts of toppings because Jungkook said you could.

“You’re so lucky, I wish I had a boyfriend like that,” Jiyeon sighs, pouting her lips as she sulks.

Your face turns red, tip of your ears warm as you quickly deny, “He isn’t my boyfriend! Just a friend… In fact he was my brother’s friend first,” No, you couldn’t even begin to try and imagine Jungkook as someone more than your friend!

“Well, but you should definitely confess to him on valentine’s day, it’s in like six months,” Yuji twirls her hair, nudging your leg slightly as she giggled.

To the three of you, as 13 year old girls, having a valentine was a big deal, especially since the whole idea of a crush and all was new to you guys as teenage girls.

“No! I don’t have feelings for him! He’s just nice to me I guess,” You frown at Yuji, just because she confessed to her crush and now apparently has a boyfriend, doesn’t mean you need to do it too, you decided.

You didn’t have a crush on Jungkook right?

You push away the thought quickly, this whole topic was so taboo to you, it made you feel squirmy thinking about it. No, you didn’t have any sort of feelings towards the older boy, never.

-

So that day when you arrived back at home, spotting Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the table and doing their homework, you decide to take a seat away from the certain boy.

“Huh? Why are you sitting all the way there? Come back here,” Jungkook hums, pulling out his earphones in bewilderment, you had always sat next to him whilst the three of you would do homework together after school, nudging him here and there to ask for help with a math problem.

“I- okay,” You scooch towards the chair next to him, dragging your books along the table as you avoid eye contact. Your cheeks heating up again as you remember your conversation with your friends in school earlier, it made you feel all tingly inside, but why were you being so weird in front of him?

“You’ve been staring at that math problem for ages, need help?”

You jump up in surprise at Jungkook’s voice , letting out a small yelp as your brother snickers at you from across the table, you kick his shin in response, sending his hands flailing to the injury, mumbling some cuss word you don’t understand.

“Yeah,” You only muster out a whisper, handing over your pencil to the boy, who finds your behaviour a little off but nonetheless, doesn’t comment on it.

And while he explains the solution and working to find the value of X, you can only notice his eyes, his nose, the mole under his lips, the scar on his cheek from when he fought with your brother years ago, his lips.

And then you for yourself to snap out of your daydream when his eyes lock with yours in confusion as to why you’re staring at him instead of your workbook.

03 January 2012

But then five months later, opportunity for valentine’s day didn’t even come for you anyways, as you pack your bags to move miles away from the place you once called home, since your father had been posted to a new country for his work.

The whole idea of leaving your life behind and all the people you’ve ever known since young was such an overwhelming feeling that you didn’t even think once about your feelings for Jungkook anymore, or maybe you did once, but it didn’t matter.

So when you tugged your luggage and watch your brother sadly hug his best friend goodbye at the airport, reality struck, you wouldn’t ever get a chance to even properly assess your feelings for Jungkook anyways, so you simply wave him goodbye, not looking back so you don’t think further than a goodbye.

He did make sure to exchange his Instagram and Facebook with you, promising you and your brother to keep in touch, which you agreed to. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to cling onto the idea of him, but you didn’t let yourself believe that anyways.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #bts #jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios

[kingofbodyrolls]

Taehyung fic recs 2023

In honor of Taehyung’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Taehyung fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I haven’t read that much of Taehyung, just recently gotten into it, so the list might be short, so I’ll leave some of the fics I’m really excited to read from my ‘to read’ list 💎 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(💜) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻. 

⭐One of the Boys by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

🗨️ Woaw! This was so incredibly good, it’s almost hard to describe, but I’ll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). It’s really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read 💯

⭐Baby, Oh Baby by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby. 

🗨️ This was just really cute and loving 🥹The smut was also just ❤️‍🔥💯

⭐Baby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰

📝 You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.

🗨️ Aish, the smut in this 🔥Also all the dirty talk really had me going 🥵

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Farmer boy, I Love You by @strawberrynamjoon // kth x f.reader // farming!au, lowkey e2l // 🥵😂

📝 Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

🗨️ This was just utterly sweet, so fluffy 🥺 I really liked this: the way that reader and Taehyung’s friendship deepens, their friends and their banter 🥺 everything was so good, soft, sad sometimes, and just really great and funny too 🤭

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

For all of the other lovely fics that I haven’t gotten around to read, but I’m very excited about, I’ve compiled my ‘to read’ list 🙂

‘To read’ list ⬇️

Maybe I do [series; completed] by @chateautae

Gold Rush by @ditttiii

Fanservice by @bangtanintotheroom

Trip by @daechwitatamic

The Art of Obsession by @kooktrash

Dick on the Go by @jeonggukingdom

Love me or we both go down by @gukyi

Gank Mid Lane by @kth1

Good for Me by @icedmatchatae

Something about him by @kooktrash

Love, secret Santa by @jamaisjoons

All I Want for Christmas is You by @ladyartemesia

Buzzed [series; completed] by @junqkook

I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to read more! 😭 Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review 💜

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG!!! 💜 🥳 🎂

#happy birthday taehyung #kth day #taehyung x reader #kth x reader #taehyung day #kim taehyung #kth #taehyung smut #taehyung fic #kth smut #bts taehyung #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fanfic #bts fic recs #bts fic #bts fics #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x female reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts x reader smut #bangtan x you #bangtan x reader #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fic #bts smut

[bangtangalicious]

nexus (m) | part 1

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: namjoon x reader

genre: smut, thriller, slow burn, casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au, childhoodfriends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and now engaged to the youngest. but when you’re suddenly being framed for a murder you did not commit, you start to question truth about your life. the truth about the people you swore your loyalty to, and the extent they’ll go to keep it

summary: the youngest Kim heir returns home to get engaged. what was supposed to be a trip of celebrations quickly turns south when he finds his older brother dead

wc: 6k

warnings: explicit smut; reader discretion is advised; rough sex, manipulation, coersion, virginity loss, angst, hurt, comfort, cum facial, brief oral, dumbification, breast play, praise, unprotected sex, lack of after care, coping mechanisms, alcohol, subtle references to gambling, toxic behaviors (namjoon is an ~asshole~), heavy sexual tension, nudity, mention of character death, mentions of chronic disease, family conflict, descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks*please dont read if this triggers you!*, references to drugs, hospitals, police/cops, cursing, seokjin is fucking sexy as fuck holy fuck

taglist: @raynom @gimmythatjib00ty @yoshiure @greezenini @victoryscreech61 @tbzhubrecs @namjooningelsewhere @sugarcoffeemochi @jiminie-08 @jinssexytoe @kooookie @only4sana @pinkcherrybombs @taeslarityy @natalie-rdr @mageprincess7 @hopeonysus @bibbykins @sameifnn @shadowmoon21 @juliemae80-blog @gaeguuliii @dvalitaes @satorinnie @fournia @kassandravictoria @jazmine2904 @marslena @iloverubberduckiez-blog @manchuria @btseverafter7 @jamlessstars @doublebunnykoo @you-are-my-wind @toughbook @everybias @lvrseok

a/n: HI BABES. omg this one BURNS baby. like fuck, if you aren't thirsting for the Kim boys after this one,,,,,just buckle up ;) hope you enjoy <3

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⟶ many years ago ⟵

Tilting his neck, Namjoon let out a heaving sigh. The whiskey glass rolling in his palm as he leaned against the railing. The balcony overlooked the gardens where he had grown up. Taking a sip, he let the bitter liquid roll in his mouth. Remembering days far more peaceful, more innocent. When he would sit upon the stone benches, reading a hefty novel—something his mother would have given him, while you and Jin would play cards in the grass, and Taehyung would watch excitedly.

It always irritated Namjoon. The way baby Taehyung would trail you like a lost lamb, eyes wide and cheeks full, latching onto you whenever he could. Always such a fucking brat, Namjoon thought to himself, he would come running up to him and Jin—ultimately succeeding in dragging Jin into his shenanigans because Jin always had a soft spot for the young boy. Hyung, is Y/n a princess? It made Namjoon want to gouge his eyes out on the spot but Jin had simply smiled, crouching down to ruffle his hair. Yes she is. She’s our princess. And hence, the nickname stuck.

It was pretty accurate. You were royally spoilt as far as he was concerned. For as much resentment as Namjoon had for his older brother, he equally held it for you. You weren’t even family, and yet his own mother doted on you far more than he.

And now she was gone. His whole life all he wanted was to get the respect, the status he deserved. He was smarter than his brothers, more ambitious, more worthy. All he wanted was for her to say it. To see that he deserved to be head of the family. But it was too late.

He could hear you walk in. He knew you were too fucking scared of him to actually announce your presence. He scowled, setting his glass down.

“You’re not allowed in here”

“Don’t be like that” He heard your footsteps nearing, “Not today,” He flinched as your hand landed on his arm, “Let me be there for you today”

“Get out. I don’t need you.” He paused, before bitterly adding “None of us do”

You sighed, expecting his harsh words, “Namjoon, what if I need you?”

Namjoon faced you finally, eyebrows raised at your statement. His heart clenched, seeing the tears spilt down your cheeks. He stiffened, unsure how to proceed. He was certain he didn’t care about you and yet, he was a sucker for your tears. You knew he was.

“Stop” He warned, stepping towards you, “Stop fucking crying” His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. Blood boiling inside as your tears continued to flow freely. You buried your face into his chest, soft sobs leaving your lips as you broke down.

Namjoon looked at you, arms away from your body as though he was unsure if he should even touch you. If you would break into pieces if he did. You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, soaking through the fabric. Sighing, Namjoon let his hands rest awkwardly on your shoulders.

Truth be told, there were tears in his own eyes. But he didn’t want you to see. Didn’t want anyone to see because, he didn’t cry. He wasn’t weak. Things didn’t matter to him, especially not the death of that God-forsaken mother of his.

Lies. Today, even Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to believe it. His mother was gone. Dead. She had fought a long battle with cancer, but even despite having access to the best doctors and facilities, her fate had been sealed. The death of his mother made a lot of people very happy, and some people sad, but Namjoon was fucking angry. Because his mother dying meant he could no longer prove himself to her. It meant she couldn’t change her will. It mean Jin was getting everything that he deserved.

He wanted Jin to hurt. He wanted to destroy him, he always had but especially now. As you cried in his arms, a small grin tugged at his face. He knew that his brother considered you his world. That his brother would do just about anything for you.

So just imagine what he would do, if Namjoon got to have you like Jin never could. No matter what power Jin held in the family now, Jin could never say that he took your virginity, not if Namjoon did it first. Hurting you—breaking you—would break him.

And fuck if that thought alone didn’t make him hard.

“Look at me” Namjoon forced himself to sound softer. To play at your heart strings. You blinked, looking adorable pressed up against him. He wiped your tears with his thumb, smiling at you. He knew you wanted this. He had heard time and time again the way you’d play with yourself, chanting his name when you thought no one was listening.

He knew he could get you to do anything.

And he did, sliding his lips onto yours, he didn’t offer you a space to question him as he lifted you by the waist, setting you onto the edge of the balcony.

You melted into his touch, he could tell you didn’t have much experience but he didn’t mind. It excited him. The thought that he could tarnish you—ruin you.

He wasn’t about to ask you what you wanted. Taking on the momentum of your confusion he lifted you up, carrying you easily back towards his bed where he laid you down sweetly.

He didn’t want to be so careful, he would have preferred to slam you against a wall, legs around his waist and pump his thick cum deep inside you while choking your neck until you couldn’t breath, but—that wouldn’t work on you. You were soft. You were in love with him.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

Namjoon was smart enough to know what you wanted to hear. You were vulnerable, you were sad, and frankly so was he. So today he would pretend, for your sake—for his own sake.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Your face lit up, allowing Namjoon to climb over you, carefully unzipping the back of your dress while he nuzzled against your neck. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”

“W-what, Namjoon I—”

“Ssh” Pulling off your dress, Namjoon took a moment to admire your body. He always thought it was funny that his family’s money was used on your things—your clothes, your underwear.

Technically, in a way, he owned you.

He knelt down to meet your lips again. You were evidently getting the hang of it, finally gathering the courage to move your hands and cup his face. He deepened the kiss, tasting the sweet gloss on your lips before pushing his tongue inside to tangle with your own.

Breaking the kiss, you were panting heavily, “Wait, just” You held your hand against his chest, stopping him from diving back in for more. “Slow down…it’s my f-first time”

I know. “Oh,” Namjoon feigned ignorance, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize” He got up, pretending as though he took your words as a rejection because he knew you would—

“Don’t go” Your voice was pleading, eyes wide and quivering. You lay in nothing but your bra and panties, waiting patiently for him to fuck you into oblivion. Good fucking girl.

“Are you sure baby?” Namjoon traced the inside of your thighs, tickling the plush skin and you twitched. “You want this. You do, don’t you?” He kissed the top of your knee, “You love me, right?”

“O-of course” You gasped as Namjoon’s lips trailed up your leg. Each kiss resounding, he took his time, savoring your whimpers. He wanted you to burn for him, to surrender to him completely.

He found your lips once again, hands hovering over your bra when he looked at you, “May I?” Internally, he groaned. He would have torn the damn thing off with his teeth by now.

You nodded, unsure exactly what was happening but you would find out real soon, as Namjoon unclipped your bra, licking his lips as he tossed it aside.

“Can you?” You mumbled, reaching for his collar, “I-I mean, y-your shirt is still on”

Namjoon smirked, straightening himself to unbutton his own shirt. He enjoyed the way your eyes widened, seeing his body up close.

“Undo my belt” He instructed. You nodded rapidly, reaching for the designer piece, fumbling it in your shaking hands. Namjoon’s own, larger ones covering them to guide you until you clicked the belt off, unzipping his trousers so he could kick them off along with his boxers.

“Oh wow” Your voice cracked, watching as his long, thick length popped out. He stroked it a few times, warming himself up. You widened your thighs, your whole body shaking in anticipation.

“You love me,” Namjoon reminded you as he yanked down your panties, “So you’d do anything for me right?”

“Yeah”

“This is gonna hurt” He confessed, fitting his tip at your entrance. “But you’re gonna let me do this, because it’ll make the pain go away, and I need that” His palm brushed against your cheek, “I need you. Like you said.” Steadying your hips, he pushed into you slowly. You hissed at the intrusion, an odd, painful feeling boiling in your core.

“Namjoon—” You reached for him as he growled, you were so fucking tight, he could barely get in. Pushing your thighs out more, you winced in pain but he didn’t care. “Namjoon, ow, wait—”

Shut the fuck up, Namjoon wanted to scream. Instead he took a deep breath, halting his advances and looking at you.

“I love you, Y/n” The lie left his mouth easily, no guilt coming with it. He could see you blush, you tried to suppress the smile on your face but you simply couldn’t. It was everything you ever wanted. What a fucking idiot. “I always have…I’ve just been too scared to admit it…I thought you would reject me”

You laughed weakly, reaching for his arm, “I would never reject you Namjoon,”

“Really?” His eyes perked, taking the opportunity to push in a little deeper. “I wanna fuck you hard, will you let me do that?”

He could see the conflict in your eyes. The part of you wanting to give him everything fighting against the pain in your body screaming for you to stop.

“Yeah”

“Once I start, I might not be able to stop, so you’re sure?”

“I am” You nodded, “Do whatever you need, I’m yours”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened suddenly. A greedy grin growing on his face. Hooking your thighs in his elbows, he tilted you up at an angle before dragging his length out.

And then he slammed into you.

And you screamed.

Which only made him go faster. Blood trickled onto the silk sheets but Namjoon was effectively gone. Your cunt was so fucking sweet, so tight around him, so warm, and fuck he couldn’t stop.

“You’re doing so good” He grumbled, burying his face into your chest as he pounded on, smacking his hips against yours. “Feel so fucking good babygirl”

Your pussy clenched at the praise, and Namjoon could feel it, “Yeah? You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He nipped at your jaw, dropping your legs so he could squeeze at your breasts. Thumb circling around your taught nipples, light circles driving you into a frenzy.

You moaned loudly, making Namjoon pinch at you, his wet lips now sucking into your neck. Cupping underneath your breasts he pushed them together, meeting your gaze briefly before slobbering his mouth and tongue all over them.

“Oh f-fuckk”

Your face was dumbed out in pleasure, lips parted wide as Namjoon fit his mouth over your left breast, hand molesting the other. He sucked down harshly, tongue swirling and flicking all over your skin, the wetness growing between your legs making it easier for him to fuck into you. The soft squelching noise dizzying, making you embarrassed.

“Fuck, these tits” He groaned, switching sides, “Such pretty fucking tits”

“I feel g-good” You arched your back, “Feel so good Joon—”

Namjoon parted from your breasts, a line of saliva dripping from his swollen lips. He grinned, wiping it away before kissing you roughly. Fisting your hair and he fucked deeper and deeper into you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, finally adjusting to his size and pace. It was feverish, animalistic. He sucked at your neck, your jaw, back on your lips, all over your face, he simply couldn’t get enough.

“Such a good girl for me, fuck, babygirl I need to pull out soon” You whined at the prospect of feeling empty, “Can’t have you getting pregnant” He muttered. No way in hell. “M’gonna cum in your mouth okay, you’re gonna open real wide for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, too fucked out to comprehend anything. Namjoon pulled out, stroking his slick length as he yanked your head up—pushing your lips open with his fingers before shoving his cock deep down your throat.

Gagging, tears fell from your eyes as Namjoon pulled and pushed your mouth over his cock, fucking down your throat until he burst inside—his cum making you choke as he pulled out, drops landing on your lips.

“Swallow it”

You did. Namjoon sighed in relief, wiping the remnants from your lips with the swipe of his thumb, tugging at them playfully before pushing his thumb in your mouth. Like a braindead bitch, you sucked on it.

If only his mother could see you now.

Right away, he began to dress himself again, while you lay back in awe of the events that had just transpired.

“Joon—” You called as you noticed him getting ready to leave. He rolled his eyes, turning to you impatiently. “Wait, a-are you leaving? Aren’t we supposed to like,” Your voice went quiet, “C-cuddle,”

He scoffed meanly, making you tense. “You’re so fucking dumb, Y/n.”

You sat up, grabbing your dress and attempting to cover yourself, “What?”

Namjoon gave you an uninterested look, “Do you really think I meant any of that?”

Your heart dropped. A nasty feeling piled in your throat. You felt like you could puke—you were going to puke.

“Namjoon, no—y-you’re lying, you’re just scared, a-and hurt”

He stood up, making his way to the door, “Maybe you’re right” He smirked one final time, scanning how pathetic you looked in that moment, and then he was gone.

You gasped for air, the weight of his actions—his words finally settling in. Heaving, you rushed to his bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet as you gagged, wanting to rid yourself of him in any way you could. Your arms curled over your body, attempting to gain some comfort. Loud sobs leaving your lips.

Your mind instantly went to Jin. How were you supposed to face him? You could never tell him what happened, couldn’t bear to think how he might react.

If Jin got upset with you—you weren’t sure you could handle it. And if he didn’t, he would fight with Namjoon. You couldn’t be the reason this family falls apart. For the first time in your life, you had to keep a secret from Jin.

It was moments like this where you’d miss Taehyung. The little boy who thought you were a princess. Whoever he might be now, wherever. He had always brought you comfort. Pure, innocent comfort. How could he have missed his mother’s funeral? Anger surged within you.

Getting dressed carefully, you left Namjoon’s room—wanting to go sink into your own bathtub and wash the memories away. You had no idea where he went, you no longer cared. Arriving in your bedroom, you grabbed your cellphone from your dresser.

“What is it princess?” Jin’s voice was silk—comfort, and peace. You could hear the hint of concern, it was late after all.

You covered your mouth, a sudden surge of emotion prompting you to break down in tears once again. You couldn’t let him hear you cry, you couldn’t tell him what was wrong—you shouldn’t have called and yet, there was nothing that made more sense.

“What happened? Fuck, what’s wrong?” You hung up, bawling out into heavy tears. Slamming your fist against the bathroom floor as you screamed, begging for the pain to stop.

You had no idea how much time must have passed, hiding in your room, rocking yourself back and forth. Jin knocked softly at your door.

“Princess,”

No. You groaned, knowing if you looked Jin in the eye—you would fall apart all over again. You could hear him sigh. Guilt panging in your chest for making him worry.

“Please Y/n” He whispered, “Talk to me”

You didn’t respond.

Eventually, he left.

Jimin preferred the private practice life, largely due to the fact that he couldn’t stand how creepy hospitals were to him. He stared at his clipboard, flipping aimlessly through his patient notes. Well—one patient in particular.

“Dr. Park, please follow me”

A consultant, is what he would call himself—he didn’t work here. Perks of working with wealthy criminals was that he could get away just about anything, most of the time. Get away with doing anything he so pleased. Pursuing, hobbies for his own amusement.

A nurse greeted him politely. Following him, they walked through the dreary hospital walls.

“Any changes in behavior?” Jimin asked. The nurse shook his head, unlocking the door, allowing Jimin to step inside, leaving him with his patient.

The patient sat on the bed, facing the other wall. A pair of die in his palm, which he rolled around rapidly—anxiously. The room was bare, except for a small window towards the ceiling, allowing for bright sunlight to filter in.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asked warmly, taking a seat next to his patient, flipping through his clipboard before scribbling down a few notes. The patient didn’t respond. “I’ve got your prescription refilled for you”

“There’s nothing wrong with me” The patient stated quietly. Jimin sighed, setting his clipboard on the bedside table.

“Mr. Kim, we’ve been over this. There is something wrong with you. That’s why I need you to keep taking these—you do want to see her again someday, don’t you?”

The patient solemnly watched as Jimin handed him a bottle of pills. Jimin had given him careful instructions to hide this medication from his nurses. To take it only at night, in the dark, when the cameras wouldn’t be able to catch him.

The patient gulped before nervously placing a pill in his mouth, gulping it down with a glass of water. Jimin grinned, patting his back.

“Good, I’ll see you next week”

Stepping out of the room, Jimin shuffled through his doctor’s coat, grabbing his cell phone, dialing a recent number.

Yeah?

“I’ve given him the pills. He won’t be getting out of here anytime soon”

Jin was hardly judgmental when it came to you. You would trust him with pretty much everything, your sexual escapades to your petty fights at school, your deepest thoughts and your darkest desires.

He’d treat every thought as though it was brilliant, considering even the dumbest confessions worthy of discussion. He would always take you seriously, even when he was wrapped up in his own obligations, his own life—the demands of being the new head of the family business, ever since his mother died.

You were confident about him, you faith never wavering. But then again, he had never actually seen you get railed with his own eyes. Until now.

The elevator ride was stuffy. Not a word left his mouth, his hoodie feeling warm around your freshly fucked body. You searched his eyes, trying to figure out what to expect—was he upset? Amused? Did he not care?

Making Jin angry was something you never, ever wanted to do. He was generally easy-going, a striking contrast to Namjoon who seemed to have a gold bar stuffed up his ass half the time. But you had seen him get angry once before. Just once. And it had been terrifying.

Jin brought you upstairs, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. Closing the door behind him, he tugged off his shirt—nothing you hadn’t seen before, except that this time you looked. You looked at the way his muscles flexed against his slim figure, his broad shoulders, licking your lips.

“Listen—”

“Namjoon wants you home by tomorrow morning” Unscrewing his bottle, he tilted it over his head, allowing the water to splash over his face, dripping down his jaw onto his chest. Setting the bottle aside. He glanced at his watch, vintage Rolex that looked stunning against his bare arm.

Gulping you nodded. Jin noticed the anxious look on your face, the way you folded your arms over your chest, fingers tapping against your elbow nervously. He grabbed a hand towel, rubbing against his neck. The silence grew heavy between you.

“Gonna shower” He announced, tossing the towel aside. “Join me?”

Your eyes widened, giving him a curious look. Jin and you had never crossed any lines. You made sure of it.

And yet, as you watched Jin disappear into the luxurious bathroom, the sound of the shower hitting your ears, you slowly began to undress. Piles of clothing dropping to the floor, leaving a trail behind you until you were leaning against the doorframe.

Inside, Jin was under the pour, steam covering his lower half and water drenching over his back. His hands pressed forward against the glass, eyes shut as he let the hot water hit him.

Fuck.

Nervously covering yourself however much you could, you slid the shower door open. Jin turned upon hearing you enter, moving to give you plenty of room—to keep himself away from your body.

He looked at you. You couldn’t quite decipher what his eyes were saying, but something was off. Different.

“Get in the water, it’ll help,” He backed away, keeping his eyes on yours as to not move them any lower. You had to respect his self-control. “With the stress”

You did. Closing your eyes you let the water cover you like a warm blanket, pounding against your muscles, relieving the ache from the rough sex you had just endured at the hands of Jungkook. Your lips parted, neck tilting to the side as you let your hands roam your body.

You could feel Jin’s eyes on you. Like a laser, burning through your skin. You knew he must have given in. That he was watching the way your hands went over your chest, around your neck, into your hair. You wondered what his hands would feel like instead. What his touch would feel like.

You tilted your neck, remembering how amazing it had felt when his fingers were tracing your skin the night before, touch searing against you to the point you wanted to simply unravel into dust before him.

This was who he was. He was touchy, flirtatious, an infamous playboy who had fucked half of your social circle and you had never wanted him. He had never wanted you—or at least that was what you believed.

He’d never use his tricks on you, you were his Ace. His partner in crime, and yet you found yourself weak in the knees, delirious, wanting to give yourself to him wordlessly. Wanting to let him do whatever he would with you, reduce you to a mere tally in his list.

Jin backed into a corner, leaning back as he waited patiently. His body growing cold. He stared at the ceiling, one hand tucked behind his head. The other reaching behind you to grab the shampoo bottle.

“This isn’t your brand” He complained, a light chuckle following, “You still wanna use it?” Your eyes opened to see what he was holding. Smiling, you nodded. He extended it towards you.

“Do you,” You began, unsure how to ask the question which weighed heavy on the tip of your tongue. “I mean,”

“Turn around” He read your mind. He always could.

Jin’s long fingers sank into your hair, caressing it gently, the pads reaching your scalp, soft and yet the movement giving you an overwhelming sense of ease. You arched into his touch, unconsciously moving closer until your back was barely away from his chest.

You could feel the heat of his presence on you, making your joints weak. Your heart throb. Your throat choke with pressure.

You couldn’t afford these feelings. Not now, after so many years of being strictly platonic, you had no idea what was happening to you, or why. You were marrying his brother. Even beyond that, it was never Jin you wanted. That mere realization was in part what had gotten you into the mess of the engagement you were in now.

Chairwoman Kim, Jin’s mother, had given you a choice…of sorts. Asking you which of her sons you wanted to marry. She had always been fond of you, always wanted you to feel empowered. Her only wish was that you truly be her daughter somehow.

But you should have known there was some sick twist to it all. The Kim’s had a crooked sense of humor, which often involved playing with people’s lives, playing their own words against them.

She gave you a choice. You chose Namjoon.

A crush some would say. For you he was a dream. Someone so unattainable you couldn’t help but yearn for him. Especially in rare moments you had to yourself, hand underneath the satin of your pajama shorts as you’d mumble his name into your pillow. Grinding your hips frantically, wanting nothing more than his second glance. A second of his thoughts. A moment spared.

When Chairwoman told Namjoon he hadn’t reacted much at all, he had simply asked you one question: Don’t you love hyung?

You wanted Namjoon, bad, hence you said no—you didn’t love Seokjin, not like that anyway. Namjoon rejected you then and there. It was as though in that moment, you were now effectively useless to him. He had turned to his mother, a woman who would do anything for her little boys and said—give her to Taehyung

And here you were, wanting so badly to slap your younger self so that she would change her answer. You had been a fool, chasing after someone like Namjoon. What he had done to you after had been a simple reminder of that very fact.

But none of it seemed to matter anymore. Because nothing you felt towards Namjoon could come close to the way your whole body seemed to throb with pain when Jin would be out on the dance floor, groping strangers, bringing them back to the hotel room, two—three at a time. In this trip alone you had heard his sultry whispers, his hungry moans, and there simply wasn’t a pain quite like that.

You convinced yourself you were projecting. That you were so afraid of getting engaged to a stranger you were desperate to stay attached to someone you knew.

It angered you though, that Jin appeared to be sweet to you. To treat you, as he always had—but now it all felt hopelessly inappropriate. When he’d call you princess you would fall apart just a bit more. When he’d wink your way, when he’d cup your face and look into your eyes. Seemingly innocent but—no, not at all.

Jin’s fingers left your hair, allowing you to wash out the suds. You had never felt so breathless, wondering if he was watching the way the slippery soap trailed down your back.

You wanted to know—you just wanted to feel him once. Just a touch. His hand on your neck, his lips on your breast, maybe his fingers stuffed deep in your cunt while he’d whisper your name so sweet, lips pressed up right behind your ear, tell you everything you so desperately wanted to hear but—

Nothing. The rest of the shower went by wordlessly. Steam clouding the hot stares shares between you two. His eyes undressed you even while you were already naked. They drank you in like a sweet, addictive nectar. You were exposed entirely, your heart on your sleeve, he had you at his fingertips and chose not to lay a single hand.

You wanted to scream. To ask him what fucking game he was playing with your mind, making you all confused mere hours before your engagement, but you couldn’t.

The moment was too tender. Too delicate for you to shatter.

Shutting the water off, Jin wrapped a towel around you, tucking it into the dip of your breasts before wrapping another around his own waist. His hand lingered a beat too long. You watched as he gulped, stepping away from you.

“Get dressed” Jin sighed, running his hand through his hair—dewy drops landing against his chest, “The helicopter will be here soon.”

It was debatable if you had it in you to go another whole day without jumping his bones. Confessing the things your soul was screaming as truth. The right thing to do would have been to call it off. To go back home to Namjoon and help prepare for your big day.

“Where are we going?”

Jin smiled, “To do what you and I love most” Tugging out a bedside drawer, he wrapped his fingers around a deck of cards. Emptying it into his palm, he shuffled them masterfully, the zipping, crisp sound of cards clashing like music to your ears.

Maybe you would have been able to appreciate the gorgeous crystal chandelier dancing across the tall ceilings as though you were deep within a dream. Or the long glass walls that looked out upon the tinge of a purple sun set, growing darker, brighter, more elusive by the passing second. All of it was perfect—beautiful, typical of an event hosted by the Kim family.

Maybe you would have been enjoying yourself if it weren’t for the dark pit in your stomach. The screams in your head telling you:

Run.

Any second, he would arrive. Any second you would have to face him. After all these years.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as old family friends, business partners, members of the elite group of fucking fake socialites you associated with mingled and conversed amongst themselves. You hardly had the appetite to make your rounds. To plaster on that fake smile everyone loved.

Walking past a waiter, you snatched a glass of champagne from their tray, glancing behind your shoulder cautiously before slipping a small white pill between your lips. Washing it down with the crisp liquid.

In your chest, a weighted emptiness stirred. The missing presence of someone you needed by your side now more than ever before. Jin was nowhere to be seen—many missed calls confirmed the inclination that you might not be seeing much of him at all tonight.

You checked your phone, only for disappointment to clench at your throat. The previous day still seemed like a blur, too much had happened, you tried hard not to think about it. Even so, a part of you worried.

“You’re late” The familiar, stern voice of Kim Namjoon sent goosebumps down your neck. A voice you were quite used to hearing, critical of every move you made. Every breath you fucking took. Dressed nicely in a white suit, gold watch and chains making a statement against the getup. The small tattoo behind his ear—the family emblem. One all three of the brothers had.

Huffing, you folded your arms over your chest. Namjoon watched you, as if he was uncertain—like you were a grenade that might just explode if he made one wrong move. He raised his own glass—bourbon neat—to click against yours.

“You look good” He nodded in approval, something rare for him. His words were genuine, you could tell. But you could care less what Kim Namjoon thought of your engagement dress. You could care less about your engagement in the first place and yet here you were. “He’s a very lucky man”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink before setting it aside. You had half a mind to throw the glass straight at him, if you didn’t know how easily he could snap your neck.

“Lucky my ass”

There was nothing lucky about your situation. No luck, just a debt owed to a family who took you in when you had nowhere to go. How were you supposed to refuse, when your mother disappeared so many years ago into thin air—no body to be found, left with a multibillion-dollar corporation when you could barely reach the top shelf of your closet.

You were in no position to deny when the Kim’s, the most notoriously filthy rich casino conglomerate in the world offered to take you in as their own. No position to deny the way they cared for you, the way they doted on you and treated you as like a princess. No position to deny them—more specifically, Namjoon. When he decided you were to get engaged with his younger brother, that was that. His word was law.

It’s what they did. Exploited. Twisted and hustled you until your life was a mere chip on the table, something they could gamble away with the flick of their wrists.

“Have you heard from Jin?” You asked, not wanting to entertain Namjoon’s compliments any longer. “I’ve left him a few missed calls but—”

Namjoon raised his hand, stopped your words. His eyes shifted behind you, where he narrowed in on an old client of his. Leaving you, he went to go charm the cash right out of the poor soul’s pocket. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you made you way to the bar.

Your manicured nails tapped nervously against the glass counter. A paced rhythm, until you felt a hand slide over your own. Longer, pretty fingers—clad with thick rings, fitting perfectly over your hand. A searing warmth from the touch, traveling up your arm and straight into your chest.

Breath hitching, you watched as the fingers intertwined with yours, slipping something cool, smooth into the cup of your palm.

“This should help with the nerves”

You recognized the feeling right away—dice. Exhaling shakily, your muscles eased, the familiar roll of the die giving you an overwhelming sense of comfort. Of anticipation. A feeling you loved—the moment your heart would jump before you let them go, putting everything on the line. All for chance.

And what a chance it was, as you looked up—a man stood, dressed in a dark suit, earrings dangling, sweet, bright lips that looked so fucking soft. And his eyes—oh god his eyes—you swore you could see stars in them. Stealing back the dice from your hand, he pressed it between his fingers, bringing it up in front of your face, leaning down—breath fanning over you as he grinned. Tossing it up with a swift move of his hand, he caught it again, snatching it back into his own pocket.

“Taehyung—” Was it something of a dream, or a nightmare—you weren’t entirely sure. You could hardly recognize the boy you remember would chase you around the Kim gardens, latching onto your arm as though you were his lifeline.

His lips quirked, a playful, seductive smile on his face as he backed away.

“Dance with me”—was all he said before his hand slid to the small of your back, guiding you towards the center of the venue. The twinkling lights illuminating his perfect features while he pulled you into his chest.

You looked up at him—he had grown. So much and in so many ways. His eyes were dark, searching your face as though he were memorizing every detail. As though you were a diamond—and he had finally found you, his prize, his beauty—all his.

Where were you supposed to begin? You had so many questions, so much you wanted to say, so much fear and yet—you were rendered speechless. All you could do was let him move you. Let him sway your body with grace, pressing his forehead against yours. It was suffocatingly romantic for a man you had only just met.

Cupping your face fondly, he finally spoke; “It’s been too long, princess”

The air was effectively knocked out of your lungs. Senses on overdrive as you attempted to digest the moment, to keep your mind from spinning out of control and steady yourself on the reality you faced.

“I—” The music stopped.

Sounds of sirens whirring neared. Turning, you could see guests muttering amongst themselves, worry in their eyes. You searched the crowd for Namjoon—who was nowhere to be seen. What the fuck, where did he—

Something twisted in your gut. A truth that your body rejected. A fear that grew strong and ached in every fiber of your bones.

You knew.

A group of officers burst into the venue, guns up and aimed, causing the crowd to break into a frenzied panic. And then everything was silent. You swore you could hear a faint ringing as deliria began to spin around in your mind. And then you saw those eyes. Those dark, vicious, hateful eyes that you could never forget.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your entire body trembled, remembering the ways those very eyes had brought you to your knees. He was dressed in a dark trench coat, pinstripe shirt underneath, a confident stride in his step. Reaching into his coat, he flashed a badge as he approached you.

“Y/n L/n” You shut your eyes, a tear dropping down your cheek. You weren’t sure when Taehyung had stepped away from you but he must have, because Jungkook grabbed your wrists, yanking it behind you followed by the resounding click of the handcuffs. In a soft voice, he added sinisterly, “Long time no see, whore”

Humiliation burned in your cheeks as he dragged you in front of the large crowd of guests, who all watched, wide-eyed, stricken with scandal as he announced to them all:

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”

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a/n: AHHHH. thoughts? reactions? SCREAM WITH ME BABY. let me know what you thinking :) did oc murder jin! what happened in those 48 hours hmmmMMm... taehyung's here after all this time, how do we feel about that??? WHOS DR. PARK'S PATIENT???? why is he so susssss??

sorry if the order of events is confusing in this part, basically ill be revealing a bit of what happened in the 48 hours leading up to the murder slowly throughout as jungkook tries to piece it together!

smut pairs are up for the next chp! for those of you who are new here, the smut member changes each time :) this is an ot7 fic and all the other members will come soon &lt;3

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A collection of BTS fanfics that I liked (u know the ❤ button), possibly some are re-read, since 2017. I hope you don’t mind that I like hurting my feelings most of the time with angst stories lol. my back hurts so much after compiling these fics ugh 

Warnings: some fics listed below contains smut (+18), better read the description of the story before proceeding. 

Will only update this masterpost every now and then. I will also set up a post with the stories I read in ao3 soon.

Feel free to suggest me stories that are not in this list <3 

Personal favorites (✬)

Kim Namjoon (k.nj)

➞ Letting Go (ft. p.jm) @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff

Min Yoongi (m.yg)

➞ Carousel ✬ @yoonia | angst, smut, suspense, arranged marriage!au  ➞ Wildest Moments @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ The Tenth Floor (ft. k.th) @notsoguiltykpop | fluff, humor, some angst ➞ Slytherin to my Heart @bangtan-insfired | angst, fluff, hogwarts!au ➞ Lesson Learned @chyubs | fluff  ➞ La Douleur Exquise @cinnaminsvga | fluff, angst, smut, incubus!yoongi ➞ The Wicked Witch @jimlingss | angst, fluff, drama, soap opera!au ➞ 2 am @sunshinejoon | angst ➞ Pipe dreams @chinesesuga | angst, fluff, smut (eventually) ➞ The Crown (ft. j.jk)  @sopewriters | angst ➞ Garden in my heart @army-author | fluff, bad boy!yoongi ➞ I want to be the one you write your love songs about @jiminandlemonade | angst, fluff ➞ Blackthorne Manor ✬ @kpopfanfictrash | gothic romance!au, mystery ➞ Signed in Black @yoon-kooks |  soulmate!au, bad boy!au, fluff, eventually smut ➞ Cool cats (and dogs, too) @gukyi | dad!au ➞ Inheritance @jincherie | hybrid!au ➞ Somebody Else ✬ @jjkthclub | angst, infidelity ➞ Internet Friends  ✬ @etherealino | social media!au, fluff ➞ The Devil Herself @jiminiethot | demon!oc, explicit smut  ➞ Sugar pie, honey bunch! @bangtaninink | sugar daddy!au ➞ Cut me open part 1, part 2 @hayjeon | smut, married, surgeon!au ➞ Camouflage @fairyscribbles | zombie!au ➞ interlude; dream, reality @dat-town | fluff, slice of life ➞ Lethal @analovegirl | explicit smut, fluff ➞ Piano notes @exi-dentally | school!au ➞ Late Bloomer @tayegi | werewolf!au, smut ➞ 72 miles   ✬  @namjoonchronicles | heavy angst, slight fluff   ➞ Black & White @akinnie75 | romance, fluff, slight angst, slow burn ➞ All I want for Christmas @hayjeon | single dad and ceo!yoongi ➞ Bunny Blues (ft. j.jk, k.nj) @httpjeon | hybrid!reader, angst, fluff, future smut ➞ Leave me @itsamejin | cheating, toxic relationship!au, angst ➞ Away from Me ✬  @personasintro | fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au ➞ Droplets @bts-timestories | historical, arranged marriage!au, yandere themes ➞ Goodbye @itsamejin | angst ➞ Heartstring Melodies (ft.j.jk) ✬ @whitesparrows97 | soulmates!au, angst ➞ I feel you in my heart (ft. j.jk)  ✬ @purpletaecup | drama, angst, romance, second chance ➞ Divorce @xjamlessparkx | angst

Park Jimin (p.jm)

➞ Blazing Arrows (ft. j.jk) @kingminie | fluff, angst, future smut, supernatural!au ➞ You are Really Perfect (pt 1), I was afraid to lose you (pt 2) @justtextmeoppa | slight angst, fluff in the end ➞ Neighbour @moonlitjiminn | fluff, romance ➞ The Arrangement @kpoptart216 | angst, arranged marriage!au ➞ I’ll never be her  ✬  @anon-luv | angst, romance  ➞ Chained to you @addicktjimin | tiny angst, fuck boi!jimin ➞ Taste the party (ft. j.jk) @winetae | smut, idol!au ➞ Temporary Bliss  @jjkthclub | angst ➞ Park Jimin @chulobangtan | angst ➞ Over Again @yoonia | pianist!au, artist reader!au, angst, slight smut ➞ A Serpent’s Flower, Sowing a Sapling (sequel)  ✬  | hogwarts professors !au, smut, married   ➞ Better @jeonggukookies | bestfriend!jimin, fluff/slow burn angst ➞ Come Home to me, Darling ✬ @roses-ruby |  cheating!au, angst, smut , fluff  ➞ Opposites Attract @kpopfanfictrash | hogwarts!au, smut ➞ Bloom ✬ @jamaisjoons | hanahaki!au, angst, smut ➞ Charity @inkjam-moon | royalty!au, fluff, light angst, smut ➞  A Sensitivity to Ephemera @akinnie75 | fluff, tragic, slow burn, romance

Kim Taehyung (k.th)

➞ Rent-a-Boyfriend™ @jimlingss | fluff ➞ Strawberry Shortcake (ft. j.jk) @btsinned | smut, angst, fluff, strawberry farmer!taehyung ➞ Pulse  @rohobi | angst, smut, medical!au ➞ Begin Again (ft. m.yg) @writtenyoongi | single parent!au, fluff, angst, sprinkle of smut ➞ Sweetpea (ft. j.jk) @nitaescence | explicit smut, ddlg!au ➞ Silver and blue series @untaemedqueen | werewolf!au ➞ Remember This ✬ @yoohtae | weddingplanners!au, angst

Jeon Jungkook (j.jk)

➞ Baby, My Baby  @pjimims | angst, fluff, parents!au ➞ Flirt (ft. k.th)  @slyscenarios | angst, smut, fuckboy!jk ➞ The Lost Memories  @gujoonim | angst, romance ➞ Daddy Issues  @euphorianyx | smut, fluff, angst ➞ A Story that we paint  @thedefinitionofbts | college!au, future, scifi, slight fluff and angst ➞ The Truth about Forever  @thedefinitionofbts | romance, implied smut, angst, slice of life ➞ Surrender  @infiresjimin | angst, smut ➞ You’ll be okay  @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff ➞ It ain’t me  @inferno-loop | social media!au  ➞ Cherry (ft. k.th)  @esqeon | angst, friends to lovers!au ➞ Attention  @btees | fluff, angst, some smut, college!au ➞ Kalopsia  @erosjeon | fluff, smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Hurricane  @planetjeon | angst   ➞ Ice Queen  ✬  @kookmejeon | social media!au   ➞ DNA @btssavedmylifeblr | dystopian smut, future, angst ➞ Lust and Limerence @btsfanficss | angst, fluff, harry potter!au ➞ New Rules ✬  @tayegi | angst, smut, fratboy!jungkook   ➞ The Boy Who Left @gujoonim | angst, ceo!au  ➞ 3:00 AM @oceanjoon | angst, cheating ➞ Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu |  bad boy!au, angst, fluff, smut ➞ About Time (ft. p.jm) ✬  @yoonia | time leap!au, soulmate!au ➞ Dear Jungkook @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst ➞ Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ Ego  @suga-kookiemonster | smut ➞ Witch Hazel @yoon-kooks |  fanfic writer!jungkook, idol!reader, college!au, angst, fluff ➞ All in my head @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst w/ happy ending ➞ Mistake (pt 1), Obsessed (pt 2) @whipped-for-kpop-fics | smut, noona kink ➞ Time to let go @mywrittings | angst, bestfriend!au  ➞ Piano Tiles @bobagukk |  angst, fluff, smut; chaebol!jungkook, pianist!y/n ➞ Four Letters (ft. m.yg) ✬ @littlemisskookie | angst, smut, fwb!jungkook, icequeen!reader ➞ Winter Court series (ft. k.th)  ✬ @koyamuses | angst, slowburn, fantasy, romance ➞ Park’s Paradise of Muggle Merchandise @kittae | hogwarts!AU, drabble, ravenclaw!jungkook ➞ Holy hell @arcadeguk | greek mythology!au  ➞ For Science ✬ @boymeetsweevil | nerd!jungkook, smut, angst ➞ Hidden under the covers @yoon-ing | college!au ➞ Puzzle @kimvvantae | smut, angst, comedy, fwb!jungkook ➞ Strike Three ✬ @avveh | explicit smut ➞ Different Paths @taehyungiejiminie95 | angst, ex-bf!jungkook ➞ Fierce and Delicate (pt 1), Felicity (pt 2) ✬  @mintseesaw | smut, angst, fluff, husband!jungkook ➞ The Morning After ✬ @jungkookiebus | smut, fluff   ➞ Secret Slut @jeonsweetpea | smut, ceo!reader, personal assistant!jungkook ➞ Long lost ✬  @gukyi | childhood friends!au, celebrity!au   ➞ Moving On @taeguboi | angst ➞ Low Expectations @vin-taege | angst, eventual smut, l2e2l ➞ Netflix and Chill @badbhye | smut ➞ Rigor Mortis ✬ @readyplayerhobi | smut, angst, horror, fluff, police officer!jungkook   ➞ The Lionheart’s Oath ✬  @sugaxjpg | angst, fluff, smut, fantasy, knight!jungkook   ➞ Freesia @eleventoes | childhood friends to lovers!au, semi-bad boy!jk, fluff ➞ The Turing Test @fortunexkookie | android!au, fluff, explicit smut, angst ➞ Mr and Miss Perfect @kookscript |  hogwarts!au, fluff, angst-ish ➞ Lonely Heart , part 2 @scenarioslovers | married!au, infidelity, angst ➞ (y)our name @jjkpls | fluff, angst, smut ➞ Speak Now @bbangtan-ddaeng | angst, cheating ➞ Navy @jjkfire | childhoodfriend!AU, idol!AU ➞ Vaunt @yminie | explicit smut, frat boy!jungkook ➞ Take a Chance @crystaljins | hanahaki!au ➞ Moirai @taeken-my-heart | soulmates!au, angst, e2l ➞ Blindfold @themfchase | explicit smut, college!au ➞ Bam! you got scammed! @dovechim | explicit smut ➞ Tooth and Claw @johobi | explicit smut, werewolf!au ➞ Full Stop @1oserjk | divorce!au, angst ➞ Blizzard, part 2 ✬  @curly-bangtan | romance, smut, dosmetic!au ➞ Growing Pains @rkiverse | fluff, angst, quarterback!jungkook ➞ Monster @btssmutgalore | frat boy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ Bandslam @ironicarmy | band!au, smut, e2l ➞ Young God @njssi | smut, nonidol!au, brother’s best friend!au ➞ Falling into you @kookingtae | college!au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd!jk  ➞ Rough Edges @kjhmyg | badboy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ On my mind @angelguk | fluff, smut, domestic!au ➞ Worst of You @oureuphoria | fluff, angst, comedy, police officer!jungkook ➞ Bunny Troubles @appreciatethefoolishness |  fluff, future smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Rattled series ✬ @gukslut | singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, romance ➞ He won’t know @jgukmilk | cheating!au, smut, slight, angst ➞ Number Neighbor @sevenforeverbulletproof | social media!au ➞ One year, my love ✬ @hayjeon | historical!au, fluff, angst, smut ➞ You belong with me @joonscroll | angst, fluff ➞ Chasing pavements ✬ @guklvr | dad!jungkook, f2l, angst, unrequited feelings au, sad stuff, future smut ➞ To tame a god ✬ @jeonstudios | fantasy, werewolf!au ➞ Broken Dreams @ddaenysus | soulmate!au, angst, unrequited love ➞ Through the night @nightbts |  fluff, angst, idol! au, friends to lovers!au ➞ Effortlessly @gyukult | fluff, smut, romance ➞ Crybaby @lavishedinjimin | explicit smut, somewhat a ddlg!au ➞ Still with you @ddaengqyu | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Rebound (ft. k.th) @btssaysstudy | angst ➞ I want a baby @codenameskye | angst ➞ Somewhere only we know ✬ @userseok | hybrid!au, angst ➞ Aphrodite in war @jungblue | comedy, angst, eventual smut ➞ Easy @itsamejin | angst, fluff, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Tell me no lies @jeongi |  ceo!jungkook, angst, smut, minimal fluff ➞ After I left you @latetaektalk |  exes! AU, fake dating! AU, enemies to lovers-ish! AU, unrequited feelings-ish! AU, angst, fluff ➞ Fine Line @voidswan-main | fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Heart of the Storm @ladyartemesia | fluff, smut, hint of angst ➞ Come back to me ✬ @bonnyskies | angst, sexual themes, idol!au, marriage!au, parents!au ➞ Good Girl @bonny-kookoo | mild ddlg!au, smut, fluff, little angst ➞ Love to hate you @latetaektalk | angst, fluff, sexual themes, fake dating!au ➞ Lonely hearts club @dovechim | e2l, smut ➞ Tiger lily @v-hope |  fluff, slight angst, smut, college!au ➞ Alpha Jeon @pbandjk | werewolf!au ➞ Claws of carnality @jjungkooksthighs | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Your eyes tell ✬ @njkbangtan | soulmates!au, angst ➞ All over you @zibermuda |  smut, e2l, nerd!jk ➞ I hate you, I love you @jungblue | angst, smut ➞ Hand in the Kookie jar @mama-m0chi | bbf / baby daddy!jungkook, smut ➞ Zoom Call @1kook | fluff, slice of life, smut ➞ The dark prince @jkeuphoriadreamland | yandere, royalty!au, smut, angst ➞ Stolen dances ✬ @taeyohonic | bestfriend!jungkook, my bestfriend’s wedding ➞ Ego killer @zibermuda | smut, e2l, fuck boi!jk  ➞ From home @gyukult | fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut ➞ Confident @h0neypjm | smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Dire @whatifyoulivelikethat | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Please love me ✬ @ahundredtimesover | angst, arranged marriage!au, smut ➞ Evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios | fluff, angst, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Decalcomania ✬ @koyalov | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Almost home ✬ @angelguk | dad!jungkook, angst ➞ Delivery boy @pbandjk | angst, fluff, smut, becoming parents!au ➞ Magic Shop @njkbangtan | childhood best friends to lovers, drama, angst, fluff, slow burn ➞ [Your] love’s the only hoax I believe in @sparklingchim | angst, smut, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n ✬ @jiminrings | bullet fic, fluff, angst ➞ Spellbound to be @rosaetae |  vampire!jungkook, fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst ➞ Lost Stars @rookiegukie | fluff, angst, roommates!au, e2l ➞ Lovefool @citrustan | angst, smut, fluff ➞ An ode to a broken heart @smoochkooks | unrequited love, heavy angst, eventually smut ➞ Anemoia @vantaenims | futuristic!au, fluff, mystery ➞ Once upon a bracelet @ladyartemesia | fantasy, soulmates!au, e2l ➞ The fact is @bangtanreadingcorner | romance ➞ Deus ex machina ✬ @readyplayerhobi | angst, android!jungkook ➞ Aquarium @whatifyoulivelikethat | heavy angst, cheating, non-idol!au ➞ The alchemy of amor @army-author | fluff, fantasy!au, e2l ➞ Drown for you ✬ @jeonstudios | merman/siren!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut ➞ Granite glow ✬ @namjoonchronicles | slice of life, videographer jungkook au, marriage au, angst, fluff ➞ Orange Tulips @kainks | soulmate!au, reincarnation!au, fluff, angst, light smut ➞ Cotton Candy @velocitae | fluff, slight angst, slight smut, werewolf!jungkook ➞ Strings  @minsuxga | soulmates!au, angst

➞ Hotbot @httpjeon | angst, fluff, smut

#bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fic rec #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut

[rkived]

year 22 (m) — jjk

‘‘I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me.’‘ 

Pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x f!reader 

Genre/Tags: angst!!!, drama, a lil fluff, f2l, e2l-ish, pining, slow burn, smut

Rating: M +18

WC: 11.5k

Warnings: time jumps, underage drinking, jk being a douchebag for most of the fic, reader can’t catch a mf break, mention of character death ((no major one tho)). smut in the form of oral (f. receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex ((wrap it b4 u tap it y’all)), my being called pretty kink making a brief appearance soz

A/N: i listened to cardigan for the first time n had it on replay the whole time i wrote this so ig u should do it too ! this is my first time posting smut on here but who would i be if i didn’t throw in some good angst ? also tysm to @periminkle​ for being my unofficial beta reader n checking it up for me, she knows i’m constantly looking for her validation n i def wouldn’t post this if she didn’t love it ilu vira thx for being the best ever mwah !!! 

You’re five, cowering behind his mother’s legs, sniffing as tears stream down your face. In front of you both stands Jungkook, there’s remorse written all over his face as his mother stares him down with hands on her hips and a look that just screams that this is only the beginning of his punishment. 

‘’Apologize to Y/N right now Jungkook, or I’ll have your father have a word with you,’’ she threatens with a stern tone, making her son quickly shake his head no. ‘‘You need to learn how to share your toys.’’ 

You peek behind her lanky leg and find the slightly older kid looking at you with narrowed eyes, ‘‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’’ He apologizes with a bow, but he’s obviously displeased with the whole ordeal. 

His mother sighs and Jungkook pouts at the look on her face. She urges you to come out from your not-so-secret hiding spot and to go back to playing with him, even though you seriously doubt that will do any good to what just happened. 

Jungkook’s bedroom door is kept open as he sits back down on his city patterned carpet, you twiddle with your thumbs and stare at the Spiderman poster on his wall. There’s an awkward silence between you two until you feel a toy bump your crisscrossed legs. 

It’s the shiny red car he had refused to lend you before, provoking an argument between you two which eventually made you run out of his room in tears as you ratted him out to his mom. 

‘‘Wooow,’’ you whisper in awe, taking the car in your hands with so much care, treating it like it’s one of your newest dolls. 

Jungkook huffs, crossing his arms as he looks at you with distaste and he’s forced to settle with other boring toys as you giggle to yourself, making the car follow the carpet’s tracks. He learns then to never trust his mother again. If she ever says she’ll bring a new friend for him to play with again, he’ll refuse wholeheartedly.

He doesn’t like sharing his toys, and it’ll probably take him a long time to learn how to.

You’re nine as you hand Jungkook one of the multiple Valentine’s Day cards you carefully crafted the night before with your mother, adding all kinds of pretty stickers and shiny glitter to make each one of them unique. His is different from the rest, though. 

You added hearts to the dots in the I’s, there’s a hint of your favorite body splash enveloping the pink construction paper and it fills Jungkook’s nostrils with so much force that he feels he could gag at the smell. 

‘‘What do you think?’’ You ask the fourth-grader with a big smile on your face, cheeks tinted with a light shade of red as you see him reading the little message you wrote inside the card.

Jungkook lets out a mocking chuckle, ‘‘Are you serious? You like me?’’ He asks you, but it doesn’t look like he’s looking for answers. Your smile slowly fades away, looking at him with glossy eyes, ‘‘I don’t like you, you’re just a dumb little girl.’’ 

His card was the one you had invested the most time in and yet it only took him a second to crumple it with his hand, and another five for him to toss it into the trash can near you before he goes back to his group of friends in the school’s playground.

You learn how to hold your tears in then, thinking it’s a great accomplishment and that maybe now he’ll stop calling you a crybaby.

His friends receive him with high-fives and he smiles with gratefulness because they just saw how much of a badass he can be. Once recess is over and everyone’s going back to their classrooms, Jungkook nears the garbage bin where he had thrown the Valentine's card in, but finds it’s now dirty with yogurt someone tossed inside. 

He grimaces at the sight and sighs, there’s no way he can save it now.

You’re twelve and you’re the only girl in the treehouse who hasn’t gone through puberty yet. It wasn’t something that bothered you until just recently, when it became pretty evident why none of the boys would even give you a onceover compared to the other girls.

“I don’t know if I want to play,” you mumble after Kim Jihyo suggests playing spin the bottle. You’re the only one who opposes the idea, though you could count Jungkook in given as he just sat there without saying a word.

Park Yerim rolls her eyes, “You’re so boring, Y/N!” The comment makes the rest giggle as you pout at being the designated party pooper. 

It’s all fun and games of truth and dares to whoever the bottle lands on and you’ve been lucky enough to avoid the tip of the plastic Coca-Cola bottle to point at you, until it lands on Jungkook who has done a few funny dares so far.

“Alright, Jungkook, let’s make things even more fun!” Jihyo announces since she’s been the one who has assigned most of the embarrassing challenges and questions, “I dare you to kiss one of the girls here for ten seconds.” 

The dare makes the boys cheer with excitement and the girls gasp with anticipation, hoping one of them is the lucky chosen one. Your lips part slightly as you stare at him sitting across from you, he’s clearly not comfortable with the dare, but knowing him, he won’t express his current discomfort. 

His eyes land on you as you stare back at him with concern, hoping that he’ll speak up to avoid himself the embarrassment. Has he even kissed someone before? If this is his first kiss, you’ll witness it alongside everyone else and you can only imagine how terrifying that must be. Even though Jungkook’s always been a brave kid, you can always tell when he feels under pressure.

“Uhm, I’ll uh—“ Jungkook keeps staring at you and you feel your heart start to beat like you just ran the usual ten laps around the gym in P.E class. Are you about to have your first kiss? With him? 

You nod your head absentmindedly, a sign to let him know it’s okay for him to pick you from all the other developed girls who probably have more experience kissing than you do, but it’s okay because you’ve always been a quick learner. 

“Yeji,” Jungkook says after what feels like forever, though it’s only been a mere few seconds, “I’ll kiss Yeji.” He adds, removing his eyes from yours and settling them on the girl with the high ponytail and pink colored nails. 

You bite your bottom lip hard, breaking the dry skin as you feel yourself taste blood. It doesn’t matter because no one’s paying attention to you and instead they’re focused on Jungkook’s neverending kiss with Yeji. 

When you get home that night, you look at yourself in the mirror and frown at your lack of everything. Is this the reason as to why he hadn’t picked you? 

You’re fourteen and Kim Taehyung just sent you a message through MSN in which he confesses to have feelings for you. Your eyes widen, rereading the message several times, rubbing at your eyes just to make sure you’re seeing things correctly. 

You run off across the street to Jungkook’s house, ringing the doorbell quickly for someone to open up. You’re greeted by him looking at you with an annoyed expression, he had to pause his GTA game to come and open the door. 

“What do you want?” Jungkook asks harshly, crossing his arms as he stares into somewhere that’s not your face. He’s anxiously waiting for you to spit out whatever it is you’re there to say. 

You calm yourself down by breathing in deep and out, blowing the air right at him, “Does Taehyung like me?” You ask him, making Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise and his brows to raise. 

His reaction tells you that you might’ve just discovered a secret you weren’t supposed to and it only makes your heart beat even faster because if it’s true, then this is a pleasant surprise. Kim Taehyung is one of the hottest boys in the tenth grade and he happens to be one of Jungkook’s closest friends. You think he must know something since you see them hanging out at lunch.

“Uh—I don’t know, Y/N.” Jungkook mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck, finally looking at you and he feels a gut wrenching punch in his stomach at the sight. “Taehyung isn’t a really good guy, you shouldn’t—“ 

“What are you saying?” You interrupt him with a question, confused as to why Jungkook was painting a negative picture of his friend. “He was really sweet with what he said, he thinks my eyes are pretty when they sparkle — I didn’t even know they did that!” 

Jungkook grimaces and sighs, there’s really not much he can do here. You’ve always been so stubborn, so relentless. No matter how many times life tries to tell you something’s not meant for you, you challenge each and every one of it’s obstacles until you take what’s yours. 

“Okay, then what are you gonna do? Date him? You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.” Jungkook reminds you with a mocking tone and you furrow your brows together because, how does he know that? 

You stammer, “I-I have! I had it at camp last summer, actually!” That’s a lie, but he wasn’t there so he can’t prove the veracity of your statement. “And what do you care? So what if I want to date him?” You add with anger, not understanding why couldn’t he just support you in search of true love. 

The thought of dating Kim Taehyung had never crossed your mind, thinking he was way too out of your league for him to ever notice you. But that confession sitting in your MSN chat now served as a nice feeling of knowing you aren’t as invisible as you think you are. 

Jungkook scoffs, “Taehyung would never date you, okay? He’s older than you, he’s cool, he goes to parties and has kissed almost every girl in his grade, do you think he’d really like someone as boring as you?” He doesn’t mean to be so harsh, but you’re just so difficult and impossible to get through.

Jungkook’s used to the trembling bottom lip and the teary eyes that you give him everytime he says something that definitely strikes a nerve within you, but he’s always impressed on how you always refrain from crying in front of him. Last time you did that you were both kids and he probably took the last lollipop from your batch of collected halloween candy. 

“Screw you, Jungkook,” you say through gritted teeth, and if looks could kill, he’d be dead already. 

He looks at you quickly stomp your way back to your house, only heading back inside once you slam your front door shut. Jungkook enters his room to find two new messages in his MSN.

$$ kIm tAaEhyYyuNG $$: it worked! 

$$ kIm tAeEhyYyunGG $$: she fell for it xDxD where did u even come up with the sparkly eyes thing?? that’s gold bro rofl 

Jungkook sighs, ignoring the messages and shutting his computer down.

You’re sixteen and you’ve been invited to your first party. Granted, it was Jungkook’s, but he knew that if he didn’t ask you to come you’d probably tell on him with his mom. No matter what age he was, he’d always fear his mother’s scolding. 

“Drink this!” Park Jimin says with his beautiful smile and you’re starting to realize why they gave him that very same superlative on the school’s yearbook. You take the red solo cup without any second thought, placing the rim straight to your lips and choke once you feel the liquid burn your throat. 

“Ugh—What’s this?” You ask, cleaning the droplets of liquid around the corners of your mouth. 

He chuckles, “Fruit punch!” The liquid is indeed red like the familiar drink you’re used to, but there’s definitely something else mixed inside. “Oh, and vodka,” he adds with wiggly eyebrows as he shows off the small flask he was hiding in his sweatshirt’s front pocket.

You gasp and hand him the cup back, “No, I don’t drink alcohol, sorry.” Jimin rolls his eyes and it reminds you of the many times you’ve received this same reaction from your classmates before. Always a party pooper. He’s about to take the plastic red cup from you until you quickly drink the spiked punch in one go.

The boy howls in excitement, “Woo, go Y/N! Another one coming right up.” 

Jungkook knows he should be making sure everything’s alright downstairs. If his mother notices there’s at least one misplaced object, she’ll know right away something went down in her house while her husband and her were away for the weekend on an emergency trip to their hometown. Leaving him unsupervised only because they both believed their son was old enough to tend for himself.

But Jung Eunha had dragged him into his room with the excuse of wanting to see what it looked like, but the mini tour had turned into them kissing on his bed and Jungkook is thankful he changed his Spiderman sheets in exchange for some boring plain grey ones. Eunha smells like fresh mint and Jungkook is way into his head to focus on properly kissing her.

It’s not until his bedroom door is abruptly open, slamming against the wall that Jungkook literally jumps to his feet, making Eunha gasp as they both look at the person who has interrupted their awkward makeout session. 

“Guk-ah, what are you doin’?” You curiously wonder, a hiccup following right after which makes you giggle. Jungkook’s chest rises and falls with quickness as he notices you look different from the last time he saw you twenty minutes ago when you were talking to Jimin. “Guk-ah, were you—you kissin’ Eunha?” You ask once more after not receiving an answer to your previous question.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks in concern, coming closer to analyze your weird state. You stretch your arm out to avoid him from nearing you, making him falter in his place as he studies your expression. 

You hum, “Guk-ah, you busy. Sorry,” you apologize in a shy tone, ready to head back down and have more of that fruity alcohol punch you now found tasty, but you stumble and only avoid yourself from falling by holding onto Jungkook's door frame, he’s already reaching out by then. 

“Are you fucking serious, Y/N? Get out!” Eunha complains with irritation, getting up from the bed and ready to kick you out of his room, but his free arm stops her from getting near you. “Whu—?”

“Eunha, go back down. I’ll deal with her myself.” Jungkook says as calmly as he can, thinking three’s a crowd and dealing with you wasn’t an easy thing in of itself. She’s about to argue, but he interrupts her again, “Go down, now.” 

She rolls her eyes and bumps her shoulder against yours harshly once she steps out of his room, “Whatever, that kiss was shitty anyway.” 

He pretends he didn’t hear that and takes you in his arms instead, dragging you to lay on his bed as you cuddle into his favorite pillow and hug it close to your body. How much did you drink? Why did you even do it in the first place? Jungkook knows you’ve never tried alcohol before, which means he’ll be in big trouble if you show up back to your house like this. 

When you open your eyes hours later, your head hurts and it feels lightweight when you move it side to side. The room you’re in is familiar, that spiderman poster is still hung on the wall, but there are no more toys laying around the floor; they’ve probably been stored somewhere in his garage or sent off to a donation center under his mother’s demand.

The pillow that you’re hugging smells just like him and any other day you’d hold on to it tighter and inhale his scent like your life depended on it, but you abruptly sit on the bed as you’re reminded of how you got here. The action is not appreciated by your dizzy head, but you look around the room to notice how dark it is and there’s no more music playing downstairs. 

You quickly jump to the ground, only to hear a “Fuck, ouch!” from below, stepping on Jungkook’s leg unintentionally. It makes you gasp, looking down to notice the older friend laying on the cold floor, having gotten rid of that childhood carpet of his. His head’s laying on a makeshift pillow made out of a towel and he’s trying hard not to shiver. 

“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry!” You quickly apologize, stepping away from his figure as he soothes the shin of his leg you stepped on. “Jungkook, what happened?” 

He sighs, “Someone decided to drink like five cups of spiked punch knowing damn well it was their first time drinking alcohol, stepped into my room like a crazy person, and then crashed on my bed like they—What’s with the face?”

“Bathroom.”

Jungkook grimaces while he holds your hair back, you’re throwing away all the liquid you had taken with a few additional snacks you had munched on earlier, “Are you done?” He asks in a tired mumble and you shake your head no.

He feels guilty that you’re in this position. He didn’t even want to kiss Eunha, but she was one of the most popular girls in his grade and he knew that if he turned her down she would most likely put a bad word in with the rest of the girls and the guys would make fun of him for being such a wuss.

That would’ve been better, because after laying you down on his bed he had to go down and tell everyone that the party was over, putting an excuse that the neighbors had warned him and threatened to call the cops. They all cleared pretty quickly, but he knew he was going to be the butt of the jokes come Monday. He even had to call your parents to let them know you had gone home to a friend’s house for a sleepover, which he knew wasn’t totally believable, but it had somehow gotten them convinced that their daughter was alright because they trusted Jungkook to never hurt you ever. 

Once you feel like you’ve puked your stomach out, Jungkook hands you a pill accompanied with a glass of water and hands you clothes of his that might be more comfortable to sleep in. 

“Good night, Jungkook,” you whisper once you’re laying back on his bed, still hugging the pillow he preferred to sleep with. He makes a sacrifice to make it up to you. 

His back is going to hurt by the time the sun comes out in a few hours, but it’s okay if it means you’ll sleep comfortably after the events of tonight. “Good night, Y/N.” 

He’s unable to sleep, but finds entertainment in your hanging hand beside his bed. The skin on your palm looks soft and there’s this strange urge inside of him that makes him want to grab your hand in his, but he refrains. 

To calm the current chaos in his head, Jungkook finds peace in the light snores coming from his bed.

You’re just about to turn eighteen and your date to the prom is Jeong Jaehyun, who had only asked you out a day before the event because the girl he had initially wanted to take had been asked and he didn’t have a plan B. 

Jaehyun is okay, at least he managed to get you a corsage that matched the color of your dress. He even smiles in the pictures your parents take of you both as you awkwardly try to look comfortable with his arms around you even though by then you had only exchanged a few sentences. 

The prom’s theme is Summer Nights and you think it’s fitting considering this is the very last event before the graduation ceremony, meaning that you’d most likely never see most of these people ever again. You had purposely applied to a college that was outside of your hometown for that same reason. You’re ready to live the life you’ve always wanted to live, without anyone judging or knowing you. 

Your date spends most of the night talking with his group of friends as you’re left alone on your table, looking at your well manicured nails. You knew you weren’t going to get the same prom experience the high school kids on T.V enjoyed, but you at least hoped it would’ve been a little more fun than this.

A tap on your shoulder makes you turn around to see Jungkook trying to loosen the tight tie around his neck. He looks incredibly handsome and you suppose his mother helped him pick the suit out, Jungkook rarely ever wore fitted clothing, so this is one of those once in a lifetime moments..

“Hey you,” you say and he gives you half a smile, wondering why you’re sitting by yourself at an empty table when everyone else was either mingling or dancing. “Where’s your date?” You ask with curiosity, you’re surprised that Jinsoul isn’t trailing alongside him given how she had behaved for the past week ever since he asked her to come with him. 

“Retouching her face or something,” he answers casually, “what are you doing sitting here? Where’s Jaehyun?” Jungkook asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “Don’t know, probably talking with the guys of the basketball team. He’s been gone for a while.” Not like you care, anyway. If your conversation with him inside his car on the way to the venue had been any indication of what it would’ve been like for the rest of the night, you’re glad he's not here trying to make any more small talk with you.

Jungkook huffs, thinking he’ll kick his ass if he sees him. He had asked him to invite you so you wouldn’t come alone, and yet here you are, sitting all by yourself while the douchebag’s making a social life somewhere in the crowd. He calms down once he notices how unbothered you are by it, though. You’re a big girl now, you’ve been through too much to be affected by something as simple as this.

“Is there something you wan—“

“Dance!” You interrupt with excitement and Jungkook chuckles.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted something to drink, but—alright, let’s dance.” Jungkook can’t dance for shit, but you took lessons when you were younger and he can still remember how you’d always show him the routines you learned in class. He’d always boo you, but in reality you were pretty good. He wonders why you stopped, he doesn’t recall you ever telling him.

It’s just his luck that once you both step into the dancefloor, the hired DJ stops the up-tempo song playing before and switches to a much slower romantic one, “Alright everyone, I want all the couples on the dancefloor for this one.” 

You step away from him with nervousness, it’s couples only after all. But Jungkook holds onto your lower back firmly, pulling you closer into his space. Your eyebrows raise as your lips part, “Uh, s-should we, uh—?” 

“It’s just a song, Y/N. You wanted to dance, then we’ll dance.” He tells you with such confidence it makes you feel like this is totally normal and something all friends do. All the known High School couples are dancing together, heads tenderly placed over chests and chins resting lovingly above them. You wait for Jungkook to take the lead because you have no clue of what you should be doing, you might’ve taken dance lessons years ago but you’ve never slowed danced in your life. 

Jungkook places his hand on your hip, the touch makes goosebumps crawl in your arms. He pretends he doesn’t notice it as he takes your right hand in his. You stare at the way he delicately holds it like it’s his mother’s fine china. “Place your other hand on my shoulder,” he instructs and you do as asked, your palm coming to rest on the strong muscle. 

He’s only slowed danced once before at a family member’s wedding where his mother taught him how to, with her as the teacher. Back then he thought it was incredibly ridiculous, but now he’s sort of glad that happened because he’s the teacher now and you’re now looking at him with your big eyes as you sway alongside him. 

You clear your throat, “This isn’t that hard.” Jungkook nods as he stares down at you, noticing how uneasy you are given that you’re looking at everything and not entirely immersed in the moment.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He says out of nowhere, making you look at him like a deer stuck in headlights, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He had never called you that before. 

An awkward laugh escapes your lips, looking away from his intense gaze as you try not to take his words too literally, “Ha ha, that was a good one.” To you there’s no other explanation than this being one of his mean pranks on you.

But Jungkook doesn’t falter both his words and gaze, “I’m not laughing.” There’s seriousness in his voice and you have to look back at him again just to make sure he really isn’t, “You look beautiful, just take the compliment.” You nod and there’s silence between you two after that. You’re digesting the romantic lyrics that the singer is talking about and hope that the song ends soon, because you’ve never been this close to him and it’s starting to feel too crowded.

You clear your throat, “So…” 

“So…,” he repeats. 

“What are you doing for summer?” You ask him in an attempt to break the tension and wanting to take advantage of the little intimate moment since Jungkook rarely ever lets you pry into his private life. 

“I think I’ll train before heading off,” he answers. It was more than obvious he was going to earn that sports scholarship he had been aiming for, he was one of the best athletes on the school; though you considered him to be the number one between them all. “I’m kinda scared, not gonna lie.” 

You look at him with surprise, tilting your head to the side, “You’re scared?” You ask in disbelief because as long as you’ve known him, he’s never been scared of anything. This is the same kid who instilled your fear of monsters in a closet after watching Monster’s Inc. together, also the same kid who helped you get over it after he realized you had actually taken it seriously.

He chuckles lightly, “Yeah, I’m just scared about starting over.” It’s interesting how his biggest fear is the one you’re looking forward to the most, but you suppose it’s fitting for someone who has never had to worry about what people think of him. In this town, Jungkook has swam freely without any concerns. Out there, he’s just another fish in the big and scary ocean. “Aren’t you?” He questions, hoping that you’re able to relate to what he’s feeling. 

“Honestly, I—“ 

You’re interrupted by Jaehyun clearing his voice in front of you two, making you both turn your heads towards his direction. You quickly separate from Jungkook and he feels his body lose the warmness you were providing. 

“If you wanted to dance, you could’ve just asked. I’m your date after all.” He says smugly and you chuckle awkwardly, nodding because he’s right. 

Jungkook wants to punch his stupid face, how dare he interrupt you both when he had been ignoring you the whole night? Why does he suddenly want to dance with you when he’s probably still upset at him for asking Jinsoul to the prom before he could?

“Your date’s looking for you, buddy. She doesn’t look too happy.” Jaehyun adds with a smirk as he takes your hand in his and drags you away from Jungkook towards another place on the dancefloor. 

He’s left to stare at the way he holds your hand, and he only hopes he’s doing it ever so carefully. 

You’re twenty when Jungkook sees you for the first time since you both left for college two and half a years ago. He’s rendered speechless when he spots you in the crowd, there’s a manly hand around your waist as you giggle into the stranger’s mouth before placing a kiss to his lips. 

There’s only so much social media can provide him, pictures and stories aren’t enough for Jungkook to keep up with you. He thinks you’ve changed, not only appearance wise but you seem way more outgoing, carefree, and happy. Did he miss the boyfriend announcement picture? He’s sure he didn’t, he checks your profile almost every day and he’s never even seen him in any of your stories. 

A gasp escapes your lips once you spot him, completely forgetting about the possibility of bumping into him given that both your schools were playing against each other that night. You tell Namjoon you’ll be right back and he nods, going back to a conversation with the group of college friends you had made. 

You surprise him by jumping into him, arms around his shoulders as you hug him from behind. You let out a shrill of excitement and he blushes as his friends chuckle at the unexpected approach from this unfamiliar girl. 

‘‘Jungkook! You didn’t tell me you’d be here,’’ you say once he turns around to face you and he’s able to see you better upfront. You look beautiful and he thinks the Instagram pictures are not doing you enough justice. You’re glowing, and it has nothing to do with the highlighter you applied on your face and collarbone area. 

The both of you aren’t able to properly talk until you suggest moving to a different area, Jungkook apologizing to his friends as he explained he needed to catch up with an old friend. They don’t complain and instead shoot him teasing looks and small pervy comments that go by unnoticed to you. 

Jungkook listens with intent to your ramble about what you’ve been up to. From your courses, to your roommates, the parties you’ve attended, and even the fact that you handle your alcohol better now. He’s happy that you seem so too, but it irks him that you hadn’t been capable of telling him that you had a boyfriend now. Is there a reason as to why you omitted that important piece of information? 

‘‘And what about you? How’s college?’’ You ask with curiosity. 

He blinks a few times, realizing you had stopped talking about yourself and was now wondering about him instead. ‘‘It’s fine,’’ he answers with a tight lipped smile, the lack of detail compared to you was astonishing, but even though you were still hungry for more you decided not to pry any further. 

There’s fear in revealing that he’s been having a hard time catching up with the rest of his peers. College was indeed fine, but it could be better. He’s settled with the idea that this is as good at it’ll get, some things just aren’t like you expect them to be. At least you’re happy, and that fact brings him comfort. 

‘‘Was that your, uhm─boyfriend?’’ He finally asks after a while, both about to head back to your respective group of friends. 

The question takes you by surprise, looking at him with raised eyebrows and mouth agape. ‘‘Who? Namjoon?’’ He nods, though he doesn’t know anything about the guy he had first seen you with. You let out a wholehearted laugh, ‘‘Hell no, too many commitment issues with that one,’’ you answer and Jungkook’s forehead creases with confusion. 

Why were you kissing him then? 

‘‘We’re friends with benefits,’’ you inform him as if you had read his mind. ‘‘He’s a nice guy, though. Also, super smart, he’s helped me with a few of my─’’ 

‘‘You’re not a virgin anymore?’’ He abruptly asks, disbelief in his tone as he internally screams to himself for thinking out loud. Jungkook expects you to berate him about such an imprudent question, but is surprised when he sees you giggling. 

‘‘Duh, silly. I think I lost it freshman year?’’ The carelessness in your voice makes him look at you like you’ve gone crazy. Why are you so lax about this? Why are you telling him about losing your virginity without a care in the world? ‘‘Anyway, are you going to be home for the─’’

Jungkook interrupts you once again, ‘‘Was it with your boyfriend at the time?’’ He asks in genuine curiosity and you sigh, rolling your eyes slightly at him. 

‘‘No, it was some random dude at this party I went to. Could you please─’’

‘‘Y/N, are you insane? Why would you give up your virginity to some fucking stranger like it’s nothing?’’ Jungkook’s voice raises as he scolds you about being so negligent about yourself, ‘‘You can’t do shit like that!’’ He fumed, making you let out a breathless chuckle. 

‘‘Could you stop treating me like a fucking child for once in your life? I’m perfectly fine, Jungkook. I’ve been doing pretty well for myself without you here, actually. I don’t know why you think you have a say on what I do, is it the entitlement you have of me that you still carry around because we grew up together? Because if that’s it then you can drop it, I let go of my little girl who wanted a friend and was treated like pure shit in return complex a long time ago.’’ 

He knows you’re right, but he thinks he’ll always have this odd sense of protection over the five year old girl who cried to his mom about not lending her his favorite toy. He’ll always want to apologize to the eight year old girl who declared her love for him with a Valentine’s Day card while he ended up breaking her heart in exchange. He’ll always wish to look for help within the twelve year old girl who witnessed him give out his first kiss to another girl who he didn’t even like. He’ll always feel guilty towards the sixteen year old girl who had gotten tipsy on a spiked fruit punch and crashed on his bed. He’ll always hate himself for not asking the seventeen going on eighteen year old girl to prom when he knew he could’ve, but chose not to in fear of ruining your friendship. 

You only wanted someone to be there for you growing up and Jungkook had never been the brave boy you thought he was, always running from his fears in hopes he’d have a wide advantage margin from them. Yet here they are, standing right in front of him in the form of a twenty year old you, and they’re there to let him know that you’ve never needed him, yet he’s always needed you.

He can’t even apologize, he only looks at you with wide eyes as he fidgets in his place. Either you’re both too old now to understand each other or you just realized that you’ve outgrown Jungkook. 

Your mouth set in a hard line as you crossed your arms, the night’s breeze feeling colder than usual. ‘‘I miss you Jungkook, but I can’t keep playing this cat and mouse game with you any longer.’’ 

You leave him behind to go back to Namjoon’s arms, seeking refuge in his sweet embrace as you try your hardest to put on practice what you learned all those years ago when Jungkook broke your heart for the first time, you should be used to it by now.

You’re twenty-one when you’re back in your hometown to attend the funeral of the old lady down the street, the one that always scolded you and Jungkook growing up. 

You had been scared of her as a child, but always following along your friend’s footsteps when he proposed playing around her garden. It tugs at your heartstrings even if you hadn’t known the woman well. Her death was imminent seeing as she’d been ill for quite some time. 

A taller figure stands next to you as you both stand way in the back of the ceremony. He looks tired and you figure that it’s because of the fact he arrived late into the night, you heard his car’s engine from your bedroom window. Dressing in all black, you notice he bought a new suit. You’re sure that the one he wore for prom no longer fits considering he’s bigger now. 

You haven’t talked to each other since last year when you both left off on a sour note. The hurt you felt was no longer present, though. You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought of a way you could talk to him again without making things awkward, but you let out a small gasp once he placed his arm around your shoulders, giving it a small squeeze as he sighed and kept his focus on the service. 

Watching the casket be lowered into the ground felt weird. She was a human being just like you, but her existence was a reminder of your childhood. Would it be okay to say that her death meant a part of you leaving with her too? 

Once it hits you, it’s Jungkook who consoles you by hugging you tight. Your eyes are too blurry with tears for you to realize this is one of those rare moments where he’s holding you close without hesitation. He lets you ruin his tuxedo’s jacket with your mascara covered tears as he brushes your hair as a sign of comfort. 

You know things are back in order when he proposes the idea to go back to the old lady’s porch, for old times sake. ‘‘Will we ever let her rest?’’ You ask him with a small laugh as Jungkook sits on the doorsteps of the old lady’s empty home, opening the bag of candy worms he bought at the grocery store. 

He shrugs, ‘‘She loved us, always told my mom how much she missed us running around the street.’’ The revelation makes you smile, hoping it was true. He pats the empty space next to him, indicating for you to fill it up with your presence. Once you do, you feel the familiar warmth of his proximity. 

Jungkook seems different and you only hope he’s changed for the best. 

‘‘When are you going back?’’ You ask him with curiosity, hoping that he’ll be in town for a few more days so you can catch up with him on a better note this time around. 

He munches on one of the snacks, ‘‘Tomorrow morning, I have training camp and can’t miss it.’’ His answer makes you sigh with disappointment, but you nod nonetheless. ‘‘What about you?’’ He asks in return, and you inform him that you’ll stay for a few more days to spend time with your family. There’s silence after that and Jungkook can only offer you the gummy worms in the bag, you take one with a small thanks.  

‘‘College fucking sucks,’’ he says out of nowhere and it makes you look at him in bewilderement, ‘‘I hate it there, I wanna drop out so bad. But I’m a year away from graduating so it’s too late now.’’ You see his shoulders visibly relax, like a weight had been lifted off them. ‘‘Plus my mom would kill me if I do so,’’ he adds with a chuckle. 

Last time you asked everything was fine. Had things changed or had they always been this way and he was just now being honest with you?

You rest your head on his shoulder and focus all of your undivided attention on him as he keeps rambling about what his life has been ever since he left this town. He’s had bad games, bad grades, and bad girls. But he’s also had incredible games, good grades, and a couple great hookups, and yet he still feels empty, it’s not enough. 

‘‘I miss you,’’ he mumbles as he faces you, ‘‘I’m sorry for being such a shitty friend, you deserved better.’’ His apology is genuine and you can feel it in the way his voice trembles, sincerity has always scared him after all. 

Jungkook’s never known when the time is right, and he misjudges the look on your face. When he leans down to press his lips against yours, he’s blinded for a mere moment into believing that you wanted to kiss him just as much as he had been waiting. 

You abruptly separate from him with wide eyes and parted lips, ‘‘Jungkook, I’m─I’m dating Namjoon now.’’ He can physically feel his heart shatter, the revelation coming out like an old newspaper headline he should’ve read a long time ago. 

He lets out a breathless chuckle, ‘‘He got over the commitment issues?’’ The rhetorical question is bitter. 

You scoff, ‘‘And what about it? I preferred to wait than to rush into getting my heart broken.’’ Plus it’s not like you were expecting Namjoon to grow feelings for you, the whole no strings attached arrangement was named that way for a reason. 

Jungkook looks at you with narrowed eyes and he shakes his head sightly. Old habits never die down, still so stubborn and challenging as ever. 

He’s startled as you stand abruptly, fuming as you look at him, ‘‘I don’t even know why you care! Did you forget that you threw my Valentine’s Day card into the trash? Or that you kissed Yeji in front of my face? Or that you let Taehyung date me as prank between your friends? Or that you were making out with Eunha while Jimin kept giving me alcohol? Or that you asked Jaehyun to take me to the stupid prom even though I was perfectly fine going without him or anyone for that matter?’’

‘‘We were just kids!’’ Jungkook argues back at you.

‘‘It still fucking hurt,’’ you counter, ‘‘still hurts, actually. You think that by giving me a measly apology and kissing it better I’ll suddenly forget about all of it?’’ Jungkook knows it won’t ever make up for all those years, but he had at least hoped you’d be willing to give him a chance. 

He wishes he could say something else. Explain that he had just tried to protect you in his own shitty way from everyone else or himself maybe, he doesn’t know anymore. He wants to speak up again, but there’s disappointment written all over your face, you’re not angry at him...just saddened. 

‘‘Hope you have fun at your training camp.’’

Jungkook watches as you leave him sitting by himself on the old lady’s doorstep. A hand runs through his hair as he feels his eyes water, and he can almost hear a whisper in the wind that asks him why he didn’t stop you when he could’ve. 

Jungkook didn’t think that his family coming together with yours for Christmas dinner would’ve been a great idea. You’re cold to him at first and it’s fitting for the winter weather, but as always it only takes for him to sit next to you for things to warm up again. 

It’s with the excuse that you’ll run over to your house to grab a new bottle of wine from the kitchen counter that Jungkook trails behind you, both slightly tipsy on the different alcohols your families had offered each other. 

Years have passed since he last stepped foot inside your home, you used to visit him more often than he did anyway. It still smells and looks the same; the only difference is that there’s new pictures of you hung up on the walls, updated accordingly to the changes you’ve made ever since you left off for college.

You’re sporting a big smile in all of them, which in exchange makes him copy the action as well. His lack of presence in your life has done you better than compared to when he was around, and if that’s the case, then at least he did something right. 

There hasn’t been much said since the beginning of the night, just a simple hey out of courtesy. There’s so much he wants to say, but with no clue where to begin. Another apology is due, though he thinks it’s a little too late for that. He also wants to ask about what you’ve been up to since he last saw you, are you still dating the Namjoon guy you had told him about after he kissed you? If he’s still there, Jungkook rather keep quiet and not wonder out loud to you, he’s sure that it’ll hurt if it’s true. 

Growing up Jungkook always mistook your bravery with stubbornness and your courage with relentlessness. You’ve always been challenging, but only because you wanted him to do so too. It’s moments like this that prove him that you’ve always been the stronger between the two.

‘‘So, we’re just gonna pretend like nothing’s wrong between us?’’ You ask, speaking directly to him for the first time that night. It makes him look at you like a deer stuck in headlights, surprised by the sudden question and out of all the years of knowing each other, he feels small under your gaze for once. ‘‘How much time is it going to pass until you want to finally talk things like adults?’’ 

Jungkook gulps the lump in his throat, his brain quickly thinking of the right thing to say, ‘‘I just wanted to protect you from─’’

‘‘From what? From you? Everytime you’ve done that I end up getting hurt in the end. I’m left to pick the pieces up by myself,’’ you interject with anger in your voice. ‘‘It fucking pisses me off that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you kissing me, I haven’t stopped thinking about you and─’’ A sigh, you close your eyes to center yourself again as Jungkook waits for the final blow, ‘‘and you look like none of this has ever bothered you in the slightest because, you don’t really care about me do you?’’

‘‘I do care about you.’’ He’s sure about it, even though he’s been extremely bad at showing it. 

Even though your eyes are threatening to spill tears, you still muster up the last bit of what’s left of your courage to step closer to him until you’re a few inches away. ‘‘Prove it, then. Show me that you care.’’ 

His brain is sent into quick overdrive due to your close proximity. There’s a slight hesitation because he only hopes that what he’s about to do is what you’re demanding him to prove. He doesn’t care if you’re still dating the Namjoon guy because he’s settled with the idea that it’s okay if you don’t correspond, it’s not like he did the same to you when you were both younger. 

Once his lips press against yours, there’s no turning back. He’s waiting for you to push him back and let him know that your heart’s still taken, but you kiss him with such fervor that he knows in that moment that you’re right, it’s better to wait than to rush right in. 

It’s no fairytale kiss, though. There’s desperation in the way you chase his lips, as if you were to slow down he’d find a way to escape from you. You grip the cotton material of his crewneck into your small fists, holding on to the fabric like your life depended on it. The small kiss you had both shared last year was nothing compared to this, and Jungkook’s taken aback by your neediness. 

He doesn’t know how you manage to drag him to your childhood bedroom without missing a beat, only separating once you both realize you need to catch your breaths, and even then Jungkook can’t have a minute to take just happened in because your lips attach to his neck to get more of a taste. His fingers curled around your arm, sighing at the way your kisses felt like electricity on his skin. 

‘‘Y/N,’’ he calls your name out in a breathy tone, but you’re too immersed in your little bubble to even realize it. 

Jungkook groans when you bite into the skin of his neck, then blowing over the red mark as you kissed it better. It’s going to be bruise and he doesn’t like when that happens, but he’s not bothered at all if it comes from you. He forcibly grabs your chin so you can face him, looking at him with big eyes, a small pout, and with your chin messed with drool. 

It’s then that Jungkook kisses you hungrily, making you feel like you’re in a dream-like state,  though you could partially blame the Christmas eggnog for that. The way he bites at your lips and how your tongues clash together is an extreme juxtaposition as to how you could describe this moment. It’s as if you’re floating on air, clouds surrounding you in a heavenly embrace, angels singing in the background every time his hands touch, grab, hold and caress every part of your body. And yet, even with such a difference, it’s perfect because it’s Jungkook. You’ve been waiting for this too long, which is why your hands creep beneath his crewneck, touching his tonified abdomen tentatively and enjoying the way goosebumps arise on his skin at the sensation of your fingers trailing patterns wherever they caress.  

It’s only fair that he pays attention to yours as well. Jungkook’s lips trail from your mouth onto your jawline, planting wet kisses on each space until he begins sucking on the skin of your neck, making you moan in the process. He chooses then that his new favorite sound is the way you voice out the pleasure he gives you. ‘‘Hurry up,’’ you say, ridding the bottom of the crewneck higher over his stomach, making him shiver at the sudden change of temperature. 

Jungkook chuckles before completely getting rid of the material, ‘‘Calm down,’’ he sighs as he gives you a sweet smile, ‘‘You know our moms could talk forever.’’ 

You ogle his chest, admiring the way his training camps have obviously done wonders to his body. ‘‘It’s not them I’m talking about,’’ you correct him with a teasing smile that only makes his grin grow wider, chuckling at your impatience. Jungkook lets out a small gasp of surprise when your hands grasp at his shoulder blades, turning him around so you can back him until the back of his knees hit the edge of your bed. It’s funny how he lets himself be bossed around by someone who’s way smaller compared to his frame.

Jungkook finds leverage on his elbows splayed against the mattress, your knees resting on each side of his hips as you leaned into him and kissing him just as widely as you had done before. Jungkook could fill just how quick things were escalating, especially the way his crotch area was beginning to become a problem he couldn’t possibly control at the moment, not with your own being directly on top of it. In any other situation he would’ve apologized with an awkward laugh, but his breath hitches once your hips start grinding over him.  

His hands make their way on the inside of your knitted sweater, provoking goosebumps on the exposed skin. You let out a shaky laugh, halting your movements so you can quickly get rid of the fabric as Jungkook’s eyebrows lift in surprise at your haste and then at the sight of your bra covered breasts. His hands are still steadily placed on each side of your waist, only brought up because your own had redirected them over your breasts, hoping he gets the message on what you want him to do now.   

Jungkook hesitantly squeezed one of the round globes, provoking a small moan to come from out of your lips. He wishes to hold you as close as he possibly can because the idea of ever being away from you again has been his main fear as of lately. But he refrains, you look so delicate and he feels like you could easily break. He stares at your body lovingly and your cheeks heat up at the way his eyes ogle your chest like a kid in a candy story. You give his arm a light slap and he chuckles, leaning over you to place a passionate kiss on your lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he says frankly. It doesn’t help to dissipate the flush on your face, but the compliment doesn’t bother you in the slightest. Jungkook leans in to trail kisses past your collarbones and into the swell of your breasts, making you bite your lip with anticipation. He looks at you asking for permission and you nod quickly with parted lips as you start to become impatient for him to make his next move. Jungkook lowers the cups of your breasts, freeing your hardened nipples and immediately envelopes one of them with his lips. “Mph—!” A sigh escapes your lips as you try to memorize the way his tongue traces over your tit. He pays attention to your other one, fingers rolling over the bud and pinching ever so often. 

You can feel your panties damp by then, trespassing into the fabric of the black leggings you’re wearing over them. Reaching behind your back, you fumble in unclasping the hooks of the now uncomfortable bra. Jungkook’s forced to stop the undivided attention he had places on your breasts to look at you like he’s lost, why are you going so fast? 

Once your hands delve with the buckle of his belt, he has to hold on to your wrists with a firm grasp, ‘‘What are you doing?’’ He asks with quick breath, you blink stoically towards him. 

‘‘Uh─getting you naked?’’ You answer with a nonchalant tone, but his hands don’t let go and your demeanor changes, ‘‘D-Did you not want this?’’ Your voice turns smaller, embarrassed that maybe you had pressured him into something he didn’t want to participate in. 

Jungkook quickly shakes his head no, ‘‘No, I-I do want this! It’s just─you’re going so fast,’’ he tries to explain, ‘‘I’ve been waiting for this for too long, I don’t wanna rush.’’ Your eyes lit up at the revelation as he waits for you to answer back, only for his back to hit the comforter with a small thud, giggling at the way you urgently kiss him again, but this time with much more care. 

‘‘Why didn’t you say so before, stupid?’’ You mumble with a sheepish look, ‘‘I thought it was just going to be─nevermind, I need you right now.’’ You have to force yourself from spitting out any details that could possibly ruin the moment between you two, deciding to wait instead for any emotional confessions you want to make. 

He switches positions between the two, panting as he brings you down to the mattress and Jungkook can feel the goosebumps on your skin, whether from the coldness of the room or because of the sheer electricity of his hands caressing your body like it was molded just right for him. He dips his hand lower, cupping your clothed heat on his hand. It makes you tremble and you whine, encouraging him to keep going. 

“Baby, you’re really wet,” he comments with a teasing tone and you pout at him. His fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings and he pulls them down as he travels with them, greeted by the sight of the damp cloth of your panties. He exhales with content, caressing your thighs in an up and down motion. You twist underneath him and he has to hold your hips down to calm you down, “Patience is a virtue.” 

“I’ve been too patient, do some—Ah!” Your whining is interrupted once Jungkook moves your underwear to the side holding it with his free hand, fingers coming to trace the slick covering your pussy lips. He becomes entranced with the transparent gooey liquid, bringing them close to his face as he separates his fingers and sees a strand connecting between them. “Guk-ah, p-please…” Your needy voice brings him back to reality, delving his fingers back into your exposed heat but this time with intent. 

Jungkook’s thumb lifts the hood covering your clit, mouth coming down to give it a small tentative kiss. That action alone has you writhing above him, it makes him chuckle to himself as he dives back in. The moans you let out are loud and clear inside your bedroom, thankful that it’s only you and him inside your house. Your hand pulls at his hair, making him groan against you and the vibrations are felt throughout your body, only adding to the euphoric pleasure you already possess. His fingers trace the inside of your thighs until they reach your entrance, circling the fluttering hole which makes you pull at his hair harder and with your other you hold on to the bedsheets of the comforter tightly into your fist. 

Jungkook’s tongue is still working your engorged bud, but he focuses his eyes on you as he dips the first finger inside you. “Oh—fuck,” you let out in a breathy moan. He tries to maintain a rhythm between his two ministrations, but it’s hard when he wants to focus on all of them at once. “‘Nother, please,” you begged once he let your clit rest, quickly following your request by adding another into your warm heat. He lets out a breathless chuckle as he notices how easy it is to thrust both fingers inside of you, your whole crotch area is covered in slick and his wet chin is a dead giveaway to where he was seconds ago. 

He watches you unravel over him with such adoration, not even his wettest dreams or dirtiest fantasies could prepare him for this. Seven minutes in heaven he plans to stay in forever. “Guk-ah, I wan’ you. I-Inside, please.” You plead with teary eyes, and he slowly stops, removing his arousal covered fingers from inside you as he makes you sigh in the process. He kisses you again and again, your hazy brain is probably hallucinating all of this right now, but damn is it good. You tug at the crewneck he’s wearing, he’s too overdressed for this occasion. He tends to your demands, quickly getting rid of all the layers of clothing that stop him from being inside of you fully. 

“I don’t have a—“ 

“I’m on the pill.”

You both speak at the same time, making each other chuckle. Jungkook gulps at the idea of taking you raw as the first time together, and you salivate at his hardened length; the head already oozing precum out and you want nothing more than to wrap your lips around it and lick the tip up. You’re just about to when Jungkook quickly grabs your wrist to stop you from reaching him, you look up at him with the big sparkly eyes he has loved for too long. 

“I just—I wanna be inside you right now,” he sheepishly admits, and you smile with a nod; sharing the sentiment. You back up until your head rests on the pillows comfortably, relaxing into the mattress as you wait for Jungkook to ready himself. He places a kiss on your lips before placing a hand next to your head, using it as leverage above you. His free hand takes his cock and rubs the tip along your folds, making you squirm with anticipation. Jungkook chuckles, “Are you ready?” He asks with a sweet smile. 

“I’ve always been,” you whisper, your hand tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear. 

A caress to his cheek as he nods, slowly pushing the head of his dick into you. You bite into your lip hard, it’s been a while since you had sex with someone and Jungkook’s size and girth was different from the rest. Your walls are tight around him and he has a tough time trying to reach the hilt with you squeezing him so hard, “Baby, relax for me.” He pleads and you nod apologetically, breathing in deep as you feel him reach parts inside of you, you didn’t know existed. Once he’s all the way in, he waits for you to give him the go ahead while he presses kisses into your heated cheek. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a nod, letting him know he was allowed to start thrusting.

Jungkook manages to hit all the right places, keeping a steady pace as he enters and exits you each time. You’re left to moan and writhe underneath him, letting him take you as he pleases. Your kisses become messy, teeth biting into each other’s lips, teeth grazing against each other as you both tried to fight for the dominant position. It’s that heavy makeout that incites you to push at his shoulders, making him turn in his back, exiting you in the process. Jungkook pants, chest rising and falling with quickness as you straddle his lap, arms connecting behind his neck. 

“You always want to win, right?” He chuckles with half lidded eyes, enjoying the way your pussy lips grinded over his twitching length. You bat your eyelashes at him, offering him an innocent smile. The same technique that used to get you everything you wanted when you were younger. Same determination as you seek for what’s yours. He’s under you after all, still a victim to your charms.

Jungkook takes the bulbous head of his cock and teases it in your clit, if you weren’t holding on to him tight you would’ve collapsed into his chest. And by the way you moan his name out, he knows you’ll always look for him no matter the weather. “What a pretty girl,” he coos into your hair and you pinch his nipple in retaliation which only makes him groan in return. “My pretty girl.” He states before sinking himself deep into you again, sighing at the feeling of your hips circling over him. His rough hands guide them as you bounce up and down his length, moaning every time you rose and hissing when you came back down. 

He makes sure to keep this image engraved on his head forever. Your breasts bouncing over his face, your thighs working extra hard to keep up with his thrusts, and the way your sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom. 

“You’re doing s-so good, baby.” Jungkook praises you, kneading your ass cheek. “Taking my cock s-so well,” he falls into a trance of admiring the way his length would appear and disappear inside of you, covered in a thick layer of your arousal. It makes him drill into you faster, sitting properly against the bed’s headboard as he takes your hips with force. He’s too turned on to keep treating you so delicately, and the way you moan and pant at the increase in speed only lets him know you enjoy him like this way more. “I-Is it good, baby? Am I-I fucking you well?” He asks in between rapid thrusts, your thighs had given out by then. 

You nod and a whimper escapes your lips, “Y-yes, Guk-Ah. S-so good, feels amazing.” Your praise is honest, the fucked out tone in your voice is a clear indicator of how well of a job he was doing. A minute longer and you’ll be right on cloud nine, never wanting to come back down. “Wanna cum Guk-Ah, plea—“ There’s no need for you to even finish your sentence because his thumb rubs your clit in figure eights, making you groan with the intensified feeling of his hips circling inside you deliciously. You can almost see the blinding white light ahead as Jungkook kisses you feverishly. You feel tears escape the corners of your high, the familiar feeling tickling inside you as Jungkook’s thrusts don’t let up. ‘‘Ah! Yes, yes, fuck,’’ you cry out once your orgasm hits. Jungkook holds you close to his chest, trying to soothe your shaking body with his arms. Your walls squeeze and relax continuously around him, it serves him as the impulse he needs to chase his own high. 

‘‘I love you, Jungkook,’’ you confess in between panting breaths, ‘‘so much.’’ 

His release shoots out and he groans, digging crescent moons into your hips. You hiss at the sensation, but giggle at how his eyes are screwed shut and brows still furrowed together, as if he was holding on to the last of his orgasm. In reality, Jungkook is just hoping that once he opens his eyes you’ll still be in his arms. Your fingers tilting his head to face you are very much real, he sees spots once he opens his eyes as they adjust to the room’s lighting. 

‘‘I love you too.’’ He says with a fixed gaze and you coo at how perfect this is.

You’re twenty-two when Jungkook’s finally yours.

You’re both twenty-three and it’s another weekend spent at his apartment, he’s been playing for three hours now and you’ve given up on having him pay attention to you. Deciding to switch your plan around and join him instead, if only he would let you play.

‘‘Jungkook, you said it was going to be my turn five rounds ago!’’ You complain with a pout, crossing your arms across your chest. 

His gaze is still stuck on the T.V screen, ‘‘Baby, shhh, you’re gonna make me lose.’’ He mumbles as he tries to remain concentrated on the game in hand, but he can hear your humph’s from behind him, ‘‘Patience is a─’’

‘‘Virtue, yeah, who cares.’’ You interrupt him with a roll of your eyes, familiar with the saying a little too well. ‘‘Hope you remember that for later tonight,’’ you add in a mumble, but he doesn’t hear it because of the loud sounds coming from the game on the screen. 

‘‘What did you say, babe?’’ He asks with a raised brow, hitting the buttons of the controller with expert ease. 

‘‘I’ll call your mom and tell her you don’t wanna share.’’ You joke with a threatening voice, but Jungkook knows better than to take your words so lightly. He pauses the game and turns to look at you with an are you serious? expression on his face, you giggle as you’ve finally got what you wanted. 

He apologizes by covering your face with kisses, pleading for you not to tell on him with his mom. You promise not to do so this time, knowing that the woman was probably tired of having to scold his son at his big age. 

Plus, ever since Jungkook surprised you with the almost exact replica of the Valentine’s Day card you gave him all those year back, you’ve taken advantage to tease him even more knowing he’s at your beck and call. You always remind him that he came close because the stickers he used were not like the ones you had, but he remembered to add the hearts on the I’s so that’s good enough. 

‘‘Alright you can play, but━!’’ He says after he finishes his attack of kisses, ‘‘I’ll be your guide, I can’t risk you messing my record up, no offense baby.’’ None taken as you nod excitedly, you’ll always take whatever chance he gives you. 

Jungkook’s finally learned how to share his toys after all.

#heartsforbts #bangtanhq #btswritingcafe #jungkook smut #jungkook au #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenario #jungkook fic #bts smut #f: year 22

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masterlist

a collection of moments

key ; ✐ ongoing | ✓ complete | ✗ sitting in my drafts/to be written | ♡ fluff/humour | ☾ angst | ★ mature

last updated : 2023.01.13

Park Jimin

; SERIES

→ burn my soul ✐ ; ♡☾★

idol!jimin, aspiringsinger!y/n

“the idol career isn't as perfect as it looks. Burned out, Jimin watches himself become a stranger as his life slowly turns grey. That is until a pretty singer on the streets enters his life and colours his mind with beautiful thoughts and moments

chapter 1 ; chapter 2 ;

; ONE SHOTS

→ song of the ocean ✗ ; ♡

meman!jimin, verymuchfearfulhuman!y/n

“if Jimin wants to break his curse, he needs to find his soulmate but things take a turn when he realises that she’s human… A world now stands between him and the one who can save his life

→ the roommate (ft. Namjoon) ✗ ; ★♡

influencer/vlogger!jimin, collegestudent!y/n, youtuber!namjoon

“or 'how I went on a date with an influencer but ended up sleeping with his roommate'

< 🎐 >

Jung Hoseok

; ONE SHOTS

→ trapped in silk ✗ ; ♡

modelstudent!hoseok, fashionstudent!y/n

“in which y/n learns that working with Jung Hoseok himself for their final year in fashion school is as funny as he is annoying

→ unexpected miracles ; ✓ ♡

oldcrush!hoseok

“you are once again required to attend the family’s yearly Winter Gala. An event as boring as it gets but also the source of your current despair as you struggle to find reasons and means to *not* go. But when your old crush come back waltzing with your emotions, you seem to enjoy the night more than expected

→ bittersweet ✗ ; ☾★

childhoodfriend!hoseok, heartbroken!y/n

“The coffee turned cold as you realized that, no matter how hard you tried, you could never get over him

< ✨ >

Kim Namjoon

; ONE SHOTS

→ the roommate (ft. Jimin) ✗ ; ★♡

influencer/youtuber!namjoon, collegestudent!y/n, influencer/vlogger!jimin

“or 'how I went on a date with an influencer but ended up sleeping with his roommate'

→ a guide into parenting ✗ ; ♡☾★

singledad!namjoon, artcritic!namjoon, artist!y/n

“when your old classmate calls you unexpectedly after years of silence, you expect anything but him crying asking for you help to raise a child, his child

< ☁️ >

Min Yoongi

; SERIES

→ long live the king ✗ ; ★☾

emperor!yoongi//rebel!yoongi {double yoongi yay, they're twins}, refugee!y/n

“you though leaving your controlling empire would lead you to a calm and peaceful life. Maybe you should've stayed out of the King and his twin brother's business...

; ONE SHOTS

→ the dreams we shared ✗ ;

guitarteacher!yoongi, writer!y/n

“when your nightmares start being replaced by a peaceful life with a stranger, you wonder what’s going on in your dreams.

<🎐>

Kim Seokjin

; ONE SHOTS

→ shine on me ✗ ; ♡ preview

lifeguard!seokjin, simp!y/n

“YOU CAN’T BE DROWNING IN LITERALLY TEN CENTIMETRES OF WATER”

< ☁️ >

Jeon Jungkook

coming soon !!

< ✨ >

Kim Taehyung

; ONE SHOTS

→ slow dancing in the night ; ♡★

model!taehyung, model!y/n

“what’s better than coming home after a long day of work to your loving boyfriend ?

© jiminzfilter 2022-23

A/N : When I use the term mature, I don't necessarily mean smut. Yes, it CAN be this but mature also involves sensitive subject such as mental health issues, violence, blood and other things that might shock younger and/or more sensitive readers (nothing TOO harsh though as I myself am a sensitive soul🥺). I will be listing all the appropriate warnings in the fics! As for now, I do not write any smut because 1) I am fully incapable of doing so 2) I prefer some good old suggestive metaphors that can hint what is going on because this is my thing.

If you’d like to be tagged when I upload any of the listed fic, don’t be scared to send an ask/ comment under this post and I’ll be sure to mention you when I post it/them :))

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Your Noona | Requested Idol!JK x NonIdol/Noona!Reader | Fluffy Oneshot

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x NonIdol/Noona!Reader

Sides: ChildhoodFriend!Taehyung, Friends!BTS

Keywords: noona, age gap, secret crush, f2l

Warnings: swearing

Word count: around 5,500

There is mention of a house warming party. In Korea it is somewhat traditional to bring over toilet paper and cleaning supplies when going to such gathering, so please don’t be surprised when YN talks about the stacks of tp in her apartment xd

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Noona

Noona is a word used by Korean males to address females older than them who they are close to (biological or not).

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With her leather handbag full of gifts and trinkets from France weighing on her shoulder, YN pressed the elevator button. She waited in front of the heavy steel door, staring at the bright red light-up sign above it.

“10, 9, 8.” She counted in her head as the numbers went down signalling the coming of the elevator. “7, 6, 5.” She sighed, unable to brush off the tiredness caused by the jetlag. “4, 3, 2, 1.” The door slid open with a quiet bell sound. YN hesitated before pressing in the correct number. “Was it 6th or 7th?” She whispered to herself, cursing at her forgetfulness. She ended up pressing both numbers.

Looking into the mirrored back wall of the elevator she checked herself out, making sure there were no imperfections in her outfit, hair, or makeup. Her camel-coloured coat reached right to her knees, leaving just the right amount of leg out to look cute, but not feel too cold in the winter’s cold weather. She unbuttoned the outer garment to take a look at the light brown mini skirt and blazer combo she wore today. Paired with an ecru blouse, nude tights, and white leather sneakers she looked rather casual than smart.

A robotic female voice announced the elevator’s arrival on the sixth floor of the building. YN looked out the door, unsure if that was where her best friend had his studio. She stepped out onto the somewhat familiar corridor, looking around for anyone to ask for directions. She walked down the long hallway, white lights above her head, unmarked doors to either side of her, unrecognizable chatter behind most of them.

“Where are you Kim Taaehyung?” She muttered under her breath, simultaneously reaching into the pocket of her coat to fish out her cellphone. “Tae-hyung-ie.” She syllabized while typing in her best friend’s name into her contacts. She raised the device to her ear right after starting the call. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” She whispered quickly, hoping she didn’t drive out here for no reason. The static beeping noise was abruptly broken and replaced with the familiar low voice of a boy she knew since kindergarten.

“YN noona?” Taehyung asked and his surprised tone echoed through both of YN’s ears. She looked around, taken aback by the weird stereo effect she was experiencing. She turned to look behind her and saw one of the doors she passed by opening.

“Taehyung-ie, are you at your studio?” She asked, skipping over any greetings.

“Y- yes, why?” He answered her with another question. He wasn’t expecting her call and had to excuse himself from dance practice to pick up.

“Taehyung-ie!” YN exclaimed, seeing him walk out from behind the opening door and onto the bland corridor.

“Noona?!” Taehyung yelled into the phone making her wince at the incredible volume of his voice. “Oh my god!” He discarded his phone into the back pocket of his jeans before running up to and engulfing her in a suffocating hug. “YN noona!”

“Ah, seriously?” YN gasped out the bits of air that he didn’t manage to squeeze out of her lungs with his strong embrace. “Let go of me.” She groaned, pushing him away playfully. He had the sweetest boxy smile on his face and her expression wasn’t too far off of his.

“When did you come back?” He ran his hand through his black hair. It was still slightly curly with remains of the perm he got a couple of weeks back.

“Last night, you crazy person.” She chuckled, punching his arm and he squirmed jokingly.

“Ah, noona.” He sighed, his eyes dreamy with all the happiness he was experiencing at this moment. Spontaneously he threw his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into a side hug. “I missed you.” YN felt her heart growing warmer with every second.

“I missed you too, Taehyung.” She admitted without hesitation earning a giggle from her friend.

“Why are you here?” He asked after a moment, realizing she should be thousands of kilometres away, working in her company’s European branch. “I mean- I thought you weren’t coming back until next Chuseok.” He corrected himself not to sound rude.

“Yeah, well I got bored of Paris.” She shrugged, unconvincingly since there was a mischievous grin plastered across her face.

“Bored? Of Paris? You?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, knowing she’s withholding some juicy piece of information from him.

“I just missed Korea too much to stay away for any longer.” She looked up at him with that same grin.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed.

“And…” She elongated the word as she slipped from under his arm and stopped to stand face to face with him. “I got a promotion!” She finally exclaimed, grabbing his hands in hers.

“Congratulations!” He screamed out, matching her excited pitch.

“Thank you!” They jumped up and down, tugging on each other’s hands for a moment longer before Taehyung stopped to ask an obvious question.

“So who are you now?” YN smiled, happy to hear him ask about her new position.

“Say ‘hello’ to Y/Company’s/N’s youngest C.A.O..” She said in a jokingly seductive tone, smiling brightly. 

“What is that?” Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows in a frown. YN exhaled a chuckle at his lack of knowledge about company titles.

“God, it’s- it’s Chief Administrative Officer.” She explained but seeing his expression stay the same as it was she decided to go deeper into the description of the post. “It means I’m a top-tier executive who supervises daily operations of the company and I’m also responsible for its overall performance.”

“That’s good.” He nodded unsure if it was good.

“Hell yeah, it is!” YN laughed, wrapping her arm around his shoulders with some struggle since he was now taller than she was.

“Does that mean you’re moving back to Korea?” He looked at her with hope, but she didn’t notice as her gaze was directed forward.

“Yeah, at least for a couple of years.” Taehyung shoved her arm off of himself in shock.

“A couple of- that’s great, YN!” He pushed his chest against her face when he suddenly hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy for you!” He screamed, rocking them both side to side.

“Thank you!” She snaked her arms around his waist before pushing away. She was usually the one breaking hugs and ending sad goodbye’s because if it was up to Taehyung she would never leave his side. “I’m also so very happy, but still, a little bummed I had to leave my Parisian life behind.” She whined slightly, looking down onto her fumbling hands.

“Ah, but now you’ll start your Seoul life again.” Taehyung spoke in a tone of a visionary. He put his arm behind her back and used the other to drag over the imaginary horizon. “With me by your side, it won’t be that bad.” He added quickly.

“Won’t be bad at all.” She chuckled, putting an elbow to his side.

“That’s what I like to hear!” He laughed out. “So, when are you buying me dinner?” YN scoffed at his forwardness. Sometimes he just loved to take advantage of their month-long age gap.

“Who do you think-” She was getting ready to teasingly scold him, but interrupted her with a loud call.

“Jungkook-ie!” He exclaimed, looking to the door he earlier exited. “Look who’s here to buy us dinner.”

“You little- wait, that’s-”

YN barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping at the sight of the boy she last saw about a year ago - face to face at least. She saw all the boys of BTS all the time during her Skype calls with Taehyung, they’d often drop by to chat or whatnot, Jungkook included, but seeing him in real life… Was an experience, to say the least. He was fit, there was no way around it. Well dressed. With a handsome face and a good haircut. YN sighed as she was reminded of her small crush on the boy.

To add gasoline to the flame Jungkook had a similar experience seeing YN, standing under his hyung’s arm in the middle of the sixth floor’s corridor looking so… Breathtaking. Ever since he realized he had a crush on her he… He merely couldn’t find any other way to describe her. She changed so much in the passing years, evolved, grew into herself. He wasn’t expecting to see her and if she paid him enough mind she would notice how shocked and flustered he was. However, preoccupied with the excitement of seeing her best friend again and the time pressure of having to go meet her realtor in just a short while she didn’t. Jungkook inhaled sharply in an attempt to calm himself down and stop the racing of thoughts in his head.

“YN noona!” He exclaimed with excitement and shock lining his voice. “When did you-”

“Last night.” Taehyung interrupted him, dragging YN under his arm to walk closer to the other boy.

“And for how-”

“For good!” He interrupted him again and Jungkook’s eyes widened at the prospect of seeing YN more often because if she was going to stay in Seoul she was most definitely going to hang out with Taehyung and if she hung out with him he could tag along and stare at her all he wanted, admiring her beauty, getting lost in the sweet sound of her voice, the smell of her-

“Hey, that’s not decided.” YN replied, poking her best friend in the side and removing Jungkook out of his daydream.

“For a couple of years at least.” Taehyung explained by quoting her earlier words.

“That’s great.” He smiled at her as they stood right by each other now. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look healthy.” She smiled at his kindhearted comment, not paying it much mind while he cursed himself out in his head for not saying something more personal or meaningful.

“So, noona what are we eating?” Taehyung asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“Nothing, Taehyung!” She scolded him, instantly jumping from under his heavy arm. “I only came by to say ‘hello’ and give you…” She reached into her purse and pulled out a big paper bag. “This.” As soon as she showed them the packageTaehyung’s hands were already on it, discarding the bag and opening the box hidden inside.

“Yes!” He hummed, looking inside to see a bunch of miniature croissants with different toppings and fillings, ones YN always raved about and promised to bring over whenever she was going to visit.

“I hope you like them as much as I do.” She said smiling at the content in his eyes. As much as she hated having to pay for his meals when they ate together she also loved seeing him get excited over certain dishes and simply eat. “Just don’t eat them all in one sitting.” She cautioned him already imagining the stomach ache he would have to endure if he did that. “And leave some for your friends.” She added gesturing to Jungkook’s hungry stare.

“I won’t, noona.” He assured her quickly and closed the box.

“I have an apartment viewing in about…” She glanced at her wristwatch and noticing how late it was already she sighed slightly. “Ten minutes. I’ll buy you dinner next time.” Taehyung pouted sweetly at the sound of her words even though he knew there was no way for him to get out of the studio right now.

“You’ll have to invite us over to your new place, noona.” YN smiled warmly at Jungkook who finally spoke up again. He smiled brightly at her, showing his bunny-like teeth she adored.

“Ah, I work a lot.” She breathed out, imagining how would be hosting the entirety of BTS in a tiny studio apartment because there was no way she could afford anything more if she wanted to live close to her work in Gangnam-gu. At least not yet. “I don’t know if my schedule will allow me to do that.”

“Is that your excuse to get out of treating us?” Taehyung teased her, pulling on the sleeve of her woollen coat.

“How did you know?” She shot right back with a cheeky smirk that quickly turned into a loving smile. “Keep reminding me.” YN wrapped her arm around his back to pat it caringly. “Hopefully soon our plans will align and then I will buy both of you whatever you want.” Both boys smiled with hope glistening in their eyes at her promise.

-

“Coming!” Jungkook heard YN’s muffled voice right after he pressed on the bell. He swallowed loudly and within seconds she opened the door. Dressed in more of a laid back outfit than he was used to seeing her in - a simple t-shirt, a pair of high waisted beige pants and thinly rimmed silver glasses - she still managed to both knock the wind out of his chest and make him feel underdressed. “Hi! Oh-” Her happy expression faded into a slightly confused one. “I thought you would come over together.” She stepped to the side to let him walk past her and inside the apartment.

“Ah, didn’t Hyung tell you?” He asked, slipping his black boots off as she locked the door behind him. “He had to stay late for dance practice. He said to order without him.”

“No, Taehyung called me already.” Jungkook barely stopped himself from grinning. Taehyung’s last-minute call to YN was part of a much bigger plan. “I meant Jimin Oppa.” She clarified, leaving her keys in the lock. “I thought he would come with you.” Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, hoping his acting skills were good enough to make his performance believable to her.

“I meant Jimin Hyung too.” He slipped off his jacket and she took it to place it on a hidden hanger in a closet behind her. “He’s still at the studio. I didn’t see Taehyunf-ie Hyung there.” He added.

“Oh. Weird. ” YN frowned in confusion. “None of them said anything in the group chat or anything. I mean Taehyung called me, but-”

“Ah, Jimin must have just forgotten.” He shrugged, playing it off. “You know how he is.”

“I guess.” She nodded before turning to face him. In the thin hallway of her apartment there couldn’t be more than forty centimetres of space between them - an amount that to Jungkook seemed like an unswimmable ocean at this moment.

“So it’s just the two of us until they decide they’ve had enough dancing for the night.” He smiled, feeling the blush creeping up onto his ears and slowly making its way onto his cheeks.

“If they decide that.” She giggled only making him feel warmer in the face.

“So, noona, will you show me around?” He asked in hopes of taking her piercing gaze off him so she didn’t notice his nervous state.

“Yes, of course.” She exclaimed, excited all of a sudden. “So where we are now is my tiny genkan.” She gestured to the small space they stood in - a lowered, tiled area, a little smaller than a square meter. “Here is my wall of closets.” She tapped on the white doors behind her, hiding tons of storage much needed in an apartment as small as this one. “Here is my tiny bathroom.” She walked to the door next to him, switching on the lights to reveal a modern bathroom - something hard to come by in buildings that weren’t newbuilds. “Please don’t mind the toilet paper stacks, I’ve had friends come over for a housewarming party last weekend.” She chuckled, pointing to the surprising amount of toilet paper stacked under the shower. From the bathroom she led him to the main space of the flat. “Here is my kitchen-living-dining-office-room combo.” The room wasn’t big, but it somehow still managed to fit a kitchenette, bar and coffee table, some shelves, and a decently sized couch. “In that nook over there is my bed, you can’t really call that a bedroom, but it’s fine and here- here is my favourite part of this whole place.” YN almost skipped to the large sliding door on the back wall of the apartment. She pulled on it and gestured for him to take a peek inside. “The sunroom!” She exclaimed happily. “It’s dark now, but believe me in the mornings it’s just breathtaking.” Jungkook smiled at the sound of the word.

“Yeah, I bet.” He murmured, glancing over the small rectangular space constructed of mostly windows where YN put up some plants and a tiny table with chairs.

“What do you think?” She asked leaning on the door frame, dangerously close to him.

Truth be told her apartment was everything he expected it to be. Small, but not cramped. Neatly decorated and clean, but not entirely perfect. It didn’t give off a vibe of being creepily overplanned as if taken out of an IKEA booklet. It felt warm and homey, but most importantly it smelled of her which he simply adored. 

“It’s nice.” He smiled, looking down at her. “Cozy. It suits you.” She batted her eyelashes, playing shy.

“Thanks.” She muttered before looking straight at him again. “You hungry already?”

“Starving.” Jungkook breathed out with a slight chuckle, letting the tension in his body loose.

“Let’s order then.” She chirped, reaching for her phone to scour the apps for something tasty.

-

Jungkook’s eyes widened, staying focused on YN’s throat while she downed almost the entirety of her glass. The two of them sat on the carpet-covered floor of her apartment, back resting against her sofa, soft music playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the background, boxes of chicken and fries on the coffee table.

“Drink slower or you’ll get in trouble.” He chuckled, licking his fingers clean from the chicken he just ate.

“This is my first beer.” She shot back, almost choking on the last sip of the fizzy beverage.

“You don’t want it to be the last.” He said in a jokingly warning tone earning an overdramatic eye roll from the girl. “Drinking fast makes you get drunk faster. It was scientifically proven that-”

“Ah, let me do what I want.” She interrupted him, laughing through her words. “If you weren’t Taehyung’s friend I would kick you out already.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” He smirked, hoping for his words to ring true and with the way she smiled at him he was almost certain they would. “Something came to my mind on my way here.” YN leaned her head against her bent leg and hummed, signalizing for him to go on. “Knowing your future is the shittiest feeling of all.”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him curiously, resting her chin on her knee now to see him better. “What’s your shitty fortune then?” Jungkook sighed, letting his head fall back onto the soft cushions of the couch behind him.

“I’ll live my life the way I am expected to.” He murmured. “I’ll show up where I’m needed. I’ll sing when people want to hear it. Dance when they want to see it.” His words carried an unimaginable weight with them. A weight YN imagined would break any other man, but not him. “I’ll get married in my late thirties or early forties, because ‘what even is an idol that’s not single?’.” He chuckled sadly. “And after all that I’ll fade away and- what?” He stopped his reasoning as the sudden sound of her muffled scoff.

“You won’t fade away.” She shook her head and straightened up. Hearing Jungkook say all of that made her heart ache. “You’re too good for that.” She patted his shoulder firmly. “Too cool.”

“You think I’m cool?” He muttered out the question so quietly it got drowned out by YN’s next argument.

“Also you have to create your fate.” She said in a stern tone that Jungkook couldn’t possibly take seriously after hearing her call him cool. “I think I heard that in one of your guys’ songs.” 

“Am I cool to you?” He repeated himself.

“Don’t interrupt me.” She scolded him, taking advantage of their age gap. “You can change your life depending on what you do, Jungkook-ah.” She looked into his deep brown eyes and seeing an unfamiliar shine in the otherwise perfect irises she decided to add one more comment to her speech. “Just don’t do anything too reckless.” She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second. “I would hate to watch you getting hurt.”

Jungkook smiled at her, sincerely, with all his heart. Her words gave him hope and courage. He breathed in sharply, showing off his bunny-like teeth in a wide smile.

“All the girls I dated- ah, it sounds like I dated a lot of girls.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “All those girls, those moments…” He continued despite knowing she must be a little taken aback by the change in topics. The two of them never talked about their romantic lives with each other for which he was grateful because if he heard of even one boy that wasn’t him hitting on YN he was sure he’d implode. “I thought that was what love feels, but in reality, it might not have been love at all.” YN frowned sadly, her eyes still on his, getting lost in their beauty. “Not true love at least.”

“What even is true love?” She scoffed, breaking eye contact. If she was going to say what she thought of just seconds ago she couldn’t be looking at him. “I’ve never been in love.” She confessed without much hesitation now that she averted her gaze.

“Never?” She simply hummed out an agreement while looking at her feet on the fuzzy rug. “I have. Actually, I still am.” YN smiled, but her gaze remained down.

“Lucky you.” Jungkook traced her movements with caution, not wanting to say too much or too little. This moment was important and he wasn’t going to mess it up.

“Yeah. There might be some luck in my situation.” He was being vague and she easily read it in his voice that he wanted her to ask him more. As new as this situation was - since she never talked to Jungkook about this kind of stuff - it also felt almost natural.

“Are you together?” He stayed silent so she decided upon explaining her question further. “With the girl that you’re in love with.”

“Ah.” He exhaled weakly, leaning his head on the couch again, but keeping his eyes on her. “Not entirely.” YN looked at his blonde hair scattered on the grey cushioning of the sofa. Later her stare travelled to his forehead, his strong eyebrows and then his deep brown eyes that contrasted so perfectly with the lightness of his hair.

“How so?” The corner of his lips tugged upwards as she took the bait he was trying to give her.

“Well, we’re not dating-” His eyelids fell slightly as his gaze went to her lips and then opened back up as it came to her eyes again. “- but we are in the same room.” YN exhaled a slight chuckle and smiled at him sweetly.

“You are a lot smoother than the last time we talked.” She admitted, still hugging onto the leg she had up to her chest. She felt oddly comfortable with his corny confession, taking it as a weak joke of some sort.

“Smooth enough to get you to agree to go on a date with me?” He asked, staying in the same relaxed position. YN shook her head slightly, looking down once more, releasing it might have not been kidding.

“I’m your noona.” She muttered under her breath. Jungkook shifted from his previous spot and shuffled to sit closer to her. At this point YN was sure he wasn’t kidding though she kind of wished for him to be.

“By less than two years.” He said sternly, sitting right in front of her, scanning her face up and down while she didn’t dare to even glance at him.

“Still, it’s-”

“It’s what?” He interrupted her at which she lifted her face, making their eyes meet. The glimmer she noticed said it all.

“Inappropriate.” She seeped through gritted teeth. YN never thought the boy could see her as anything more than his senior, his noona, his bandmates childhood best friend who bought him dinner whenever she came over.

“Pft.” Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Says who?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

“Everyone, Jungkook.” She declared and raised her finger at him right as he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘fuck everyone’!” He shook his head before coming up with a different comeback.

“So stop making excuses and face your feelings.” This time it was her that scoffed.

“Who says I have any feelings for you?” Jungkook felt his stomach turn. He considered getting rejected, but coming face to face with it he wasn’t prepared to take that blow.

“M- my gut.” He stuttered.

“Your gut?” She shot him a patronizing stare. Seeing that look in her eyes angered him and anger gave him a rush of courage he needed.

“Yes. Stop repeating my words.”

“Stop disrespecting your noona.”

“Stop taking advantage of our age gap.” YN sighed breaking the staring contest and brought her other leg up as if to shield herself from him. “If we were in Paris or Madrid or anywhere else you lived while you were working in Europe you wouldn’t think twice about it and you know it. If the roles were reversed and I was older it wouldn’t be a problem either.” He spoke from his heart and she knew he was right. “Why is it suddenly so important when you’re in Korea?” She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stop herself from blowing up on the poor boy. He wasn’t the one to blame for the norms generally applicable in Korea when it came to dating.

“Because of societal rules.” She uttered out quietly. Feeling the pain in her voice made Jungkook want to be close to her, wrap his arms around her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but he didn’t want to cross any lines so he opted for just shifting closer to her. Close enough so the sides of his thighs touched her curled up legs.

“It’s two years.” He whispered, twirling a piece of her hair between his fingers. “Barely two years.”

“To you.” YN murmured, faced away from him.

“And to you?” Her shoulders rose and fell down abruptly as she sighed deeply.

“Stop it.”

“My mom is older than my dad.” He started slowly, now stroking her arm. “By two years too.”

“Is she?” He smiled at the hopeful change in her tone.

“Yeah.” He purred. “And to make it even less socially acceptable she was the one that hit on my dad, not the other way around.” YN chuckled, sending a shiver of excitement down his back.

“So that’s where you get your determination from.” Jungkook hummed in agreement.

“You bet.” YN straightened up, pushing his hand away. With great struggle, she managed to look him in the eyes again.

“Jungkook-ah, I-”

“YN Noona, I like you. A lot.” He interrupted her as soon as their stares met. “And your age was never a factor in me coming to those feelings.”

She stayed silent for a moment after he said that, keeping eye contact and after that short while Jungkook saw her legs drop down as she came into a kneel. Her soft palms made contact with the warmth of his cheeks bringing his lips to her own. His hands instantly travelled to her waist, guiding her to sit in his lap, her legs draped to the side. She teased him by biting on his lower lip lightly, asking for him to open his mouth to her and he did, allowing her tongue to dance alongside his as if they kissed like this a million times before.

“How am I going to tell Taehyung about this?” YN asked after breaking the kiss. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, his hands caressed the bare skin of her back under her t-shirt.

“He already knows.” Jungkook smiled against her lips as he leaned forward to plant a wet peck on them.

“What?” YN looked at him wide eyed and he smiled brighter. Her gaze fell down to the space between their chests as she felt a hint of pinkish lush blossom on her cheeks.

“Did you really think both him and Jimin had to bail last minute, leaving me and you all alone?” Jungkook grazed his nose over hers in an attempt to get her to look back at him again, but it didn’t work. “I told Hyung I was going to confess to you this morning.” Her eyelashes fluttered slowly and he was able to look into her shining eyes once again. “He came up with this plan and even cheered me on.”

“Really?” YN asked in disbelief, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting them upon his shoulders. He liked it, the weight of her body on him, it made him feel strong and needed. 

“Yeah, I told him that I liked you a long time ago.” He noticed the questioning raise of her eyebrows, but kept talking as if he didn’t. “Ever since then he’s been teasing me about it, but when I spoke to him this morning he was so serious.” Jungkook rolled his head back exhaling a small laugh at the memory of the conversation he had with Taehyung earlier in the day. The small movement exposed the skin of his neck to YN and her eyes naturally travelled to the surface she never before paid much attention to, but now wanted to shower with not only kisses. “He even gave me a speech about how I can’t ever be mean to you and ruin your guys’ friendship and that I should treat you right-”

“And will you?” She tugged on his shoulders lightly, but he was faster in his reaction. He straightened up and rested his forehead against hers.

“Are you kidding me? Of course.” He spoke in a low, calm voice. “So?”

“So what?” YN smiled, running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head - a motion he already grew to love.

“Are we like a thing now?” He grinned without hiding his excitement. Jungkook wanted them to be ‘a thing’, something, anything, as long as it was him and her.

“Take me out first and then I’ll make up my mind.” She joked, keeping the same smile on her lips. Jungkook leaned forward, pulling her hips closer as their mouth crashed in a quick yet passionate kiss.

“What are we waiting for then?” He smirked into the kiss. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” She asked, pushing his chest away so she could see him whole and make sure he wasn’t joking. 

“It’s still early.” He shrugged, bringing his hands to her upper back. “We can fit in a romantic walk by the river and I’ll treat you to a ridiculously expensive dessert after.” YN chuckled at his simple proposition. It seemed so heartfelt, so tempting. She let her hands travel mindlessly from his hair to his shoulders, then neck, jaw. She pulled him in to leave a sweet peck on his hungry lips.

“Lead the way.”

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[littlemisskookie]

One of the Boys

One of the Boys Ship: Taehyung | Reader Description: ChildhoodFriends!AU | BestFriends!AU | Neighbors!AU | Highschool!AU | All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? Warnings: Intercourse, Manhandling, Oral, Blowjob, Fingering, Flavored Condoms, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk with some Crack, Taehyung’s into Hickies, Fluff, Angst, Lots of Feminism talk Word Count: 20,240 A/N: Based on the song One of the Boys by Katy Perry!

You had known Kim Taehyung your entire life.

The two of you were next-door neighbors, living side by side for the entirety of your childhood. Your best friend would only live a few feet away, and you'd be able to talk to each other through your bedroom windows, which faced one another. It was fate that your worlds would sit right next to each other, intertwined. No matter what, there'd always be a bit of Taehyung in you, and a bit of you in Taehyung.

You couldn't remember a childhood memory without him. Sleepovers when you were little, like when you wore matching pajamas and accidentally got a lego stuck up your nose. Or when your parents would tease the two of you about how you were going to get married one day, and you two would let out grimaces and groans of disgust.

"Boys are gross! They've got cooties!" you'd whine.

"No, you've got cooties!" Taehyung would retort.

"Nuh-uh!"

But that's how kids are. Everyone's icky and gross and disgusting, and that was certainly your mindset on boys. You didn't get the appeal of getting married by the swingset or kisses on the cheeks. You'd also get annoyed when all of the girls in your grade would chase Taehyung around at recess, wanting him to be their new boyfriend.

"Y/N! Y/N protect me!"

Taehyung was always a bit of a baby, and today was no exception, with him cowering behind you as the group of giggling girls followed. You took pride in the fact that you were taller than Taehyung, and straightened your spine as to help hide his smaller frame, acting as a guard.

"Can't you leave him alone for five seconds?" you groaned, huffing as you shook your head in disappointment, just like how your mom would when your father messed up. Your short hair bounced with the movement. "He doesn't like-like you!"

"How would you know? You're not his girlfriend!"

A series of "ooh"s followed and your face got heated. "Why would I want to be his girlfriend? Gross!"

"C'mon, you two are always hanging out with each other. I bet he like-likes you," one of the boys, Jimin, says, walking up to your group.

"No way, Taehyung's mine!" one of the girls declared, followed by bickering.

Taehyung's ears turned pink. "I don't like-like Y/N!"

"Want to be with us then?" one of the girls questioned.

"No! Girls are gross!" Taehyung said, sticking out his tongue.

"Y/N's a girl!" another pointed out.

"She's different," he responded.

"Because you like-like her!" Jimin followed.

"No!" Taehyung stomped his foot. "Y/N's not like you girls. She's basically a guy!"

"Yeah!" you followed. "I'm not like you girls."

"She's cool!"

"I am!"

"She can kick the ball really far in dodgeball!"

"I can!"

"She's one of the guys!" With that, he slung his arm around you, which you proudly accepted.

One of the girls rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that because she looks like a guy."

It was true. You were always a bit tomboyish, mainly following Taehyung's example when it came to pretty much everything. You cut your hair in something akin to a bowl cut with kitchen scissors, much to your mother's distress, and you'd constantly throw a hissy fit when she tried to put you in a dress. "Taehyung doesn't wear dresses," you'd whine. "So why should I?"

"You're right, she might as well be a guy. Isn't that right, boy?" one of the girls questioned.

"I'm still a girl! I'm just cooler than you," you huffed.

"Whatever, boy."

"Come here!"

That was the day you had to get pulled off of a girl for pushing her into the mud and tackling her. She wasn't seriously hurt, but that was the day that cemented your position.

One of the boys.

Sure, you identified as a girl and that didn't change, but you were always a bit more tomboyish. You'd wear loose clothes like Taehyung's and only hang around guys, finding girls to be "obnoxious", a fancy word you heard from your mother when she described a coworker. You'd always be picked first for teams during P.E. and would get involved in the usual guy antics. That didn't change for a long time.

The mindset stuck around even when you were twelve when your breasts were beginning to develop and you had your first period. You were actually becoming attracted to boys and maturing, though you weren't quite there yet. You still clung onto the "not like other girls" mindset, priding yourself in how down to earth and relatable you were to guys, in comparison to the girls who obsessed over their looks and what they ate on television. If that's what being a girl meant, then you were going to be one of the guys.

This was only encouraged through Tumblr and Instagram posts of girls with backward baseball caps who made every caption about chicken nuggets alongside #relateable. Through it all, you stuck by Taehyung's side, as well as a few of his friends, but before long you started realizing that, while boys were still gross, there was something about them you couldn't get out of your head. At least, that was the case for Taehyung.

Taehyung was a bit taller than you now, finally starting to catch up with you after you sprouted like a weed. His hair was shinier and he finally learned how to properly use cologne and deodorant. He was handsome too, at this age, with most of the girls in your grade falling head over the heels for him. You were determined to differentiate yourself from them, though.

"Hey! Ugly!"

You rolled your eyes, opening your window to glare at Taehyung with his shit-eating grin. "What is it, stupid?"

It was a Friday morning and the two of you were getting ready for school, about to make your walk to the bus stop. This sort of greeting was typical for you- being best friends and all. You learned a long time ago that Taehyung didn't really mean it when he called you names. Besides, you could retort all you'd like. You guys were only 12, after all.

"Are you going to Jimin's birthday party tonight?"

"If you're there, sure." It was rare for you to go out without Taehyung. You were in the same friend group, after all. "I got him those rare Pokemon cards he's been buggin' me about. You?"

"I didn't even think of those!" Taehyung slapped his hand against his forehead, leaning against the windowsill. You did, too. If you were to jump and aim correctly, you probably could've catapulted in his room. If you reached your hand out, you could reach him easily. You wondered if you leaned in far enough whether the two of you could kiss. "Anyways, I got him tickets to a game. We'll be going with my dad."

"I thought we were going to a game soon," you said, frowning.

"We will! But Jimin's the birthday boy. You and I can go anytime. Besides, we both know you don't actually pay attention to the game. You just sit there and eat junk food."

"Excuse me if I'm not obsessed with looking like a twig- like you with those stick arms."

"Sometimes I think that your only personality trait is that you like food!"

"I oughta sock you!"

Taehyung laughed at that. "By the way, I think you can move on from those trainer bras. You're starting to get something there."

You covered your chest despite the fact you were already wearing a shirt. "You pervert! You were looking?"

"Not my fault you don't put up blinds. Besides, you know I don't see you that way," Taehyung snickered. For some reason, your heart sunk a little at that.

"Well, whatever. Not that it's any of your business but my mom's taking me bra shopping soon. Apparently she's got the same mentality as you."

"Looking to impress one of the guys at the party, huh?" Taehyung wiggled his brows suggestively.

You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean by that?"

"Yoongi says we're going to be playing spin the bottle."

"Oh."

You still hadn't had your first kiss yet. Taehyung got his in the fifth grade when one of the girls in another class was dared to kiss him towards the end of the school year. His ego inflated with that, and you scribbled out her face in your yearbook.

"You still haven't had your first kiss yet, have you?" Taehyung questioned, serious for once.

"No," you admitted. "Am I weird for that?"

"No. Everyone goes at their own pace. I don't think anyone's gonna pressure you to do it if you don't want to. I'll tell them off if they do," Taehyung assured you. Your heart warmed up a bit at that.

"That's sweet of you, Tae," you smiled. You took a deep breath. "But I want to get it over with. I swear to god if we do end up doing spin the bottle, whoever it lands on I'll kiss."

He shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat, dude. Just make sure it isn't Namjoon. I saw him use tongue with a girl in the hallway, once, and I don't think you're ready for that."

You grimaced. "I'll keep that in mind."

Taehyung leans back to shut his window and you call out. "And for your information, I don't have blinds because it'd be a hassle to put them up every time I want to talk to you!" He smirks at that, with a sure you do look. With that, you slam your window shut.

-

You fidget with your bangs an unusual amount, staring at the mirror every few seconds before glancing at the clock. Two minutes. Two minutes before you'd be going with Taehyung's mom as she drives the two of you over to a boy-girl party. Two minutes before you're going to a party where you'd have your first kiss. Two minutes.

What if it landed on Namjoon? What if he wanted to use tongue? You didn't want anyone to know you had never been kissed before. Would he be able to tell? If he used tongue he definitely would be able to. Did you want your first kiss to be tongue? You looked up some Youtube videos of girls kissing with tongue on Youtube, but you still felt clueless.

Or worse...

What if it was Taehyung?

You couldn't deny you wanted it to be him. But that was precisely why he couldn't know.

Would he find out your feelings? Even though he knows you've never been kissed, would he judge you for being a bad kisser?

"Honey! Mrs. Kim and Taehyung are waiting for you!"

You took in a deep breath, messing with your hair one more time before marching downstairs towards your fate.

-

The party wasn't what you expected.

Sure, you weren't expecting the club scene you always saw on TV, with flashing lights and red solo cups. However, it mainly seemed like a bunch of kids standing and talking to one another. Oh, and a few playing Monopoly in the corner.

"It seems kind of... God, what's the word I'm looking for?"

"Dismal?" Taehyung finishes for you.

"Good use of our vocab."

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll get to all the fun stuff once the parents start trickling out. Helicopter parents are the worst," Taehyung said.

"Hey, guys! I'm so glad you could make it," a familiar voice said. The two of you turn around to see Jimin, with a bright smile on his face as usual.

"Hey, Jimin!" Taehyung grabs him in a bro-hug, with the mandatory two slaps on the back before pulling away. No-homo.

"Happy Birthday!" You wrap him in a bear hug. "Where do you want us to put the gifts?"

"Uh, that table over there should be fine," Jimin says, pointing to the table. "I'm betting you two are going to have a lot of fun tonight."

"We hope so," you grin.

"No, no, not like that. I've got a few people asking- well, more accurately hoping- to kiss you two during the spin the bottle."

You furrow your brows, exchanging a look with Taehyung. "What do you mean?"

Jimin ignored your confusion. "Alas! I told them the bottle will decide their fate, and not I. I even told a few of the girls that I had gotten it from some psychic who said it was enchanted for true love."

"Did you?" Taehyung questioned.

"Maybe." Jimin winked at that. "So you better hope whoever it lands on is cute."

The game comes along far sooner than you would've liked.

All of the boys and girls landed in a circle. You sat right next to Taehyung, of course. You looked around the circle, wondering who wanted to kiss who. You already spied two girls who would not pry their eyes off of Taehyung. Namjoon kept glancing over at you. However, for a boy who already used tongue, he seemed rather shy, staring back down at his lap once you caught him staring.

Everyone was going around the circle counterclockwise. There had been two people who have gone, each kissing someone. Two guys who gave each other a peck out of discomfort, and a boy and a girl. Now, it was your turn.

You stared down at the empty coke bottle, your heart thundering in your chest.

"I bet Y/N's hoping it lands on a girl," one of the girls who was staring at Taehyung says loudly to another. Your face burns up from embarrassment as the two of them giggle, everyone in the circle hearing it.

"I like boys, for your information," you defend yourself, though your voice sounds shaky. Damn your nerves. "Not that there's anything wrong with being gay."

"Oh? Why are you in such denial about it, then, huh? You must be lying, seeing as you're shaking," the girl retorts.

"Besides," the other chimes in, "isn't it true you're trying out for softball this year?"

It was true. Taehyung had been talking to you about how he was wanting to join the baseball team, and, as a further effort to stay close to him, you decided you wanted to join the softball team. He had told you it was impossible for a girl to join the baseball team, so you opted for what you could. Who knows? Maybe others would be impressed by how athletic you are.

You were now beginning to regret that decision.

"Hey," Taehyung cuts in. "That's supremely rude. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay, but the fact you're putting it as some sort of insult makes you come across as homophobic. What are you, ignorant? Besides, weren't we taught that enforcing stereotypes was counterproductive? Just because Y/N is looking into softball doesn't mean she's gay. As far as I know, as her best friend, she's not. But if she was she deserves just as much respect as anyone else here."

"Wow, Taehyung, way to impress your little girlfriend," one of the other kids says, clapping his hands slowly. He eventually stops though upon noticing no one else joining.

"I have no tolerance for assholes," Taehyung huffed. He turns to you, his voice low so only you can hear. "Don't mind them. They're just jealous because no one wants to kiss them."

Your chest swelled with admiration for Taehyung, but you try to suppress it. You couldn't help but beam with pride, however. "Thank you for that, Tae. Your vocabulary seems to have expanded."

"Thank our English teacher," he chuckles. "Now what're you waiting for? Spin the bottle."

You choke down on any fear you have. If Taehyung had the balls to stand up for you, why couldn't you do one measly peck? You tap against the neck of the bottle, letting it spin in the center of the circle before stopping at... Taehyung.

"Should've seen it coming, from that big speech you made," Namjoon sighed, slight disappointment lacing his voice.

"Wait a minute, this could be a big development in their friendship, you know. They are best friends after all, and maybe this would finally get rid of all that tension. Like the movies!" Jimin beams. "There's gonna be one couple who walks out of this party."

"Tension? What tension?" Taehyung furrows his brows.

"As if you don't know," Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes. "What're you waiting for? Kiss her! It's about time."

Taehyung's ears go red as he turns to you. "We don't have to if you don't want to. My dad taught me what consent is."

I want to.

"Eh, let's just get it over with."

Nailed it.

Taehyung's movements are slow, and you wonder for a moment why he doesn't just plant one on you. Tension does seem to build, and you're holding your breath, tense as his hand comes up to cup your cheek. What was he waiting for?

Oh right. It's your first kiss. He wants it to be special.

And special it was.

He musters up the courage and leans in, his lips pressing against yours. You close your eyes like you know you're supposed to, feeling his soft lips against your own. You can taste the EOS chapstick already, and before you can kiss him back the way you practiced on your hand, it was over. He pulled away and the two of you are left awkwardly staring at one another.

"Well... did sparks fly?" Jimin looks between the two of you, an excited fan, looking to see if his ship was sailing.

"You set yourself up for disappointment, Jimin. Not everything is like those novels your mom reads," Taehyung huffs.

"Yeah, like me and Tae would ever be like that," you laugh, the butterflies in your stomach going on a full-on rampage. "We're best friends."

"Heck yeah, we are," Taehyung chuckles, offering his hand for a fist bump. You oblige, and he takes his turn to spin the bottle.

You had felt something. You felt everything.

But Taehyung didn't. It was that day you faced the possibility that he never would.

-

"Is it true that Taehyung has a crush on Yeji?"

You're stunned by the question, looking up at the girl talking to you. You had never spoken to this girl a day in your life, despite the fact the two of you shared a class together. You should've expected this, though. Girls were constantly coming up to you to ask questions about Taehyung.

"I don't know."

The girl furrows her brows, agitated. "I would think you'd know. You're his best friend."

"Well, I don't."

"Doesn't it make you jealous? I mean, you've been with him for like, forever, and now he's looking at some other girl."

She's clearly trying to get a rise out of you. It was working.

"I really don't care. Tae and I are just friends, and that's more than you'll ever be able to say." You glare at her for a moment. "Now leave me alone."

The girl huffs but obliges, storming away to her gossiping group of friends, leaving you to ponder to yourself.

Yeji? No way. It couldn't be her. Yeji was one of the girls who was already wearing makeup in middle school. It made her look like a tramp in your opinion. Unless... That was why he liked her?

The next morning you snuck into your mom's makeup bag and went through the contents. You had watched dozens of makeup videos on Instagram and were determined to get this right.

Mom's foundation was a little darker than your own complexion, but surely no one would notice that. The same could be said for her concealer, which you used to cover up the blemishes you had, from a particularly large zit on your forehead to the scratch on your cheek from softball practice. You put on some bright eyeshadow and started on your eyeliner. Eye one... done! It doesn't even look that bad. You do the next one. Oh, that one's bigger. You didn't want to ruin your eyeshadow though. Maybe if you just make the first wing a bit thicker... no that's too much. You should go back to balancing the second... Perfect! Lots and lots of mascara. You put layers upon layers until they stand out individually. You top it off with bright pink lip gloss.

You exit your house in stride, waiting for Taehyung to walk you to the bus stop. You wondered what he'd think of your new look. Would he think you were pretty like Yeji?

"Hey, Ugl- woah." Taehyung walks up to you, and the first expression he makes is one of complete shock.

"Hey, Tae!"

"Why're you wearing all of that goop on your face?"

You feel yourself wilt. "What do you mean?"

"Y/N, you look like you're ready for the circus."

You felt anger rising in your chest. You had watched plenty of makeup tutorials. You knew what you were doing! Why did he like makeup on Yeji and not you? "I look fine!"

"No, you don't. I'm telling you right now you need to wipe all of that off, it's ridiculous," Taehyung said, rolling his eyes. "As your best friend, it's mandatory that I do this."

You feel tears well up in your eyes and you rush inside. You angrily scrub your face with makeup wipes and tears, your face red by the time you're done, though there's still slight dark circles under your eyes from the mascara. However, it was passable.

You storm out of your house once again, wiping away any leftover tears. Taehyung's still waiting for you as always.

He sighs at the sight of your upset form but begins walking with you. "Trust me, you'll thank me once we're older."

"Whatever," you huff.

"What made you want to wear makeup anyway? You hate that stuff."

"It's none of your business."

"You shouldn't be wearing it just to impress someone. You look fine without it. If they don't like you for who they are you shouldn't even bother."

You shrug with indifference, coming off as aloof.

"C'mon... talk to me."

"What do you like about Yeji?"

The question catches him off guard. "Yeji? I mean... she's got cool handwriting. I don't like-like her though."

"Oh. Some girl asked me if you did." You can't help but feel your mood lift already at the news.

"According to some people, I'm dating a new girl every week," Taehyung huffs in annoyance. "I just wish they'd stop coming to you about it and ask me instead."

You shrug. "I don't know. I mean, do people ask you about me?"

"Yeah, some of my guy friends do."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I find it annoying," Taehyung says.

"Maybe it shows how good of friends we are. We're always associated with each other. Attached at the hip." You beam at the thought.

"Like siblings."

That wasn't what you wanted to hear.

-

You're sixteen when everything truly starts to change between you and Taehyung.

After all this time, you're left pining. You're left a female clone of him, doing everything together and sharing the same interests. Both of you were planning on going to the same college, were in sports, and the same AP classes. Conjoined twins, that's what you two acted like.

And yet he still hasn't looked your way.

Lately, in fact, it felt like you never would. You felt the two of you getting emotionally distant. He was drawing back. He had more friends than you did, was more popular. He had a whole life outside of you and it seemed like you didn't.

In fact, you had signed up for a camp over the summer in hopes that you could possibly find something you enjoyed outside of him.

You didn't want him to pull away from you. But what if it was better you do it first?

You held onto hope after all these years, but one day, in particular, depletes it.

"You're going to the game, right?"

It was the softball team's last game of the season, the last of your Junior year. It would help determine whether or not you'd make it into varsity next year. AKA it was the biggest game of the season for you.

"How could I not? Anything for my girl," Taehyung grins, ruffling your hair with fondness. Your chest swells at the nickname.

You didn't know why you even asked. Taehyung always made it an effort to go to your games, just like how you made it an effort to go to his baseball games. It worked well, you being one of the best batters on your team and him being the best pitcher on his. That way the two of you could practice easily alone.

Still, you liked confirmation. You liked hearing Taehyung say he'd be at the games for you. Not anyone else, you.

"By the way, did you still need the answers to that AP Psych homework?" you question.

"Oh, no. I got it when I was studying with Ryujin."

Ryujin. His tutor. The bitch in the National Honor Society. You were one point from joining, believe it or not. Taehyung had been struggling in AP Psych and needed help, and though typically you would, you were admittedly struggling a bit too. In stepped Ryujin. You despised her for being so utterly perfect. Who had the right to be nice, smart, and pretty at the same time? The world was unfair. Besides, she didn't have an athletic bone in her body.

You despised her.

Taehyung offered to have you step in and also get tutored by her, but you refused. You really couldn't stand being in her presence, and besides, you were nauseated at the idea of being stuck with a girl giving your best friend goo-goo eyes. You've been the third wheel for situations like that dozens of times, and it was awful each and every time.

And so, it was a hot May afternoon, with your last game of the season. It was the seventh inning. Your team was three points behind your opponents. The bases were loaded. You had two out. You had already fucked up enough with two strikes and one ball. Your coach was biting on her nails, eyes intense.

Don't fuck this up. Don't fuck this up.

You felt your heart thundering in your chest. You were getting anxious. Never before had there been so much pressure on you.

"You've got this Y/N. Woo!"

You look to the stands. In the far back are your parents, alongside Taehyung's. It was rare for Tae's parents to come with Taehyung, but seeing how they were friends with your parents, they knew what a big day this was for you. In the front of the stands, Taehyung stands there with a big grin on his face, eating popcorn. Two girls are at his side. Ryujin, who isn't even looking at the game but rather at Taehyung, making your blood boil. And then Yuna, a girl from your class who you barely knew but acted nice towards, despite the fact she was the polar opposite of you. You were surprised to hear her cheering instead of Taehyung's. What was a girl like her, in tube tops and hoop earrings, doing at a softball game of all things?

"C'mon, Y/N!" Taehyung's cheer is somewhat incoherent through the kernels. "Knock 'em dead!"

You feel many emotions at once. Anxiety and fear, from the possibility of fucking this up. Anger from seeing Ryujin next to Taehyung, her body practically pressed next to his as she attempted to get closer despite the heat. Pride and joy from hearing Taehyung's (and even Yuna's) support. And finally, determination for the game.

You take in a deep breath, swinging the bat around in your hand before stepping on the plate.

Despite the fact, your eye was on the ball, your attention was entirely on the stands.

The ball hurtles towards you.

You swing.

The ball soars high above everyone's head. It flies, far, far away, before disappearing into the distance.

You're stunned.

"HOMERUN!" You think the shout is Yuna's.

Your feet fly beneath you, as do your teammates on the bases. First base, second base, third... You feel elated, your heart pounding in your chest. Your teammate's cheer. Your coach lets out a victory roar. The people on the stands cheer. It fuels you, blood pumping through your veins, pure ecstasy coursing through them. You hit the home base and turn around to grin at Taehyung.

But he isn't looking at you at all.

He was locking lips with Ryujin.

You stop in your tracks, stunned. Of all the times, he was making out with another girl. At your moment. Had he even watched your homerun? Suddenly the roars of everyone around you seem too loud. It feels overwhelming. Your senses are going into overload. You want to cry, you want to scream, you want to walk up there and rip them apart.

Before your teammates can even tackle you in a hug to celebrate your victory, you dash off, inside, to some restroom.

You lost him. And he wasn't even yours in the first place.

-

Your mom had gotten you a celebratory cake for dinner, despite the fact you had already eaten dinner with your teammates. It was more of a mini celebration for your family and Taehyung's to spend time together, eating cake and celebrating a bit before midnight.

You weren't really in the mood to celebrate, however. You weren't in the mood for anything. You just wanted to go to bed.

"And when you hit the ball-" Your dad gushed, simulating the movement of the ball overhead with his hand. "-it was fantastic!"

"You're so talented, Y/N. Better than some of the guys on Tae's team," Taehyung's dad compliments.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim," you say, trying your best to seem happy. Inside you felt depleted.

"By the way, Taehyung," your mother says, drawing the young man's attention. "I saw you and your little girlfriend in the stands."

"Oh, yeah... That's Ryujin." Taehyung's ears begin to go red.

"He's been talking about her nonstop for the past month or so," Taehyung's mother says. "Did you make it official, Tae? You know your father and I can't wait to meet her."

"Yeah, we did."

You feel rage and disappointment fill every part of your body.

"Hey, let's not distract from Y/N's achievements!" Taehyung's dad scolds, drawing the attention back to you. "You must be excited for varsity next year, huh? No doubt you've got a spot now."

"I... don't think I'll be continuing softball, actually."

The room is quiet.

"What do you mean?" Taehyung's beyond confused, furrowing his brows.

"I just know that if I do it next year I'll be expected to do it during college, and then as my career... and I don't think I want to do softball forever. You typically don't make that much during softball, at least compared to baseball. It's just not that fun anymore."

Everyone is stunned, unsure of how to respond. It feels awkward.

"Thank you for the cake, Mom." You barely ate any of your piece. Still, you push your plate forward. "I really appreciate it. I think I'm going to go to bed. You guys can continue to celebrate without me."

You head upstairs, and to no one's surprise, Taehyung follows you. He closes the door, giving you a look. "Ok, so what's going on. You love softball. And now you're gonna quit?"

You just shrug. "What's the point?"

What was the point? The whole reason you started it was to try to get closer to Tae. To be like him. To get him to notice you, pay attention to you, and now see where it led.

"You can't seriously be quitting."

"I am. I already informed the coach tonight I wasn't going to be joining next year. She was disappointed, but she understood."

"Y/N, what the fuck is going on with you?"

"Nothing. However, I didn't appreciate you kissing Ryujin during my 'big moment'."

Taehyung's face turns red. "So that's what this is about?"

"Did you even watch, Taehyung?"

"You can't seriously be pinning all of this on me!"

"Answer my question!"

He looks away, unable to meet your gaze. "So yeah, I got distracted. You can't blame me."

"Yes, I can! I'm your best friend. It was my moment, it was going to determine so much and you couldn't keep your attention on me for five more seconds because you were swiping saliva with your new girlfriend!" You're angry. Your voice is rising. You didn't want to think about whether or not the adults downstairs could hear you. You throw your pillow across the room in frustration.

"OK. I was wrong. I know that. I'm really sorry, Y/N. I've liked this girl for a long time, though. You don't understand, you've never-"

"Never what? Had a crush on someone? That's bullshit, Tae. Complete and utter bullshit!"

Your eyes begin to well up with tears. You wonder at that moment if Taehyung knew. Surely you were obvious, he could've caught on after all these years. But if he did, why would he hurt you so badly?

"No. No, you're right. It was wrong for me to insinuate that, Y/N. I'm sorry. Really, I am. I fucked up, I know I did. It was your day and I focused on someone else instead. I was inconsiderate. I'd be mad too. I'm really, really sorry."

Part of you wanted to say it was ok. But it wasn't. Not now, at least.

"Yeah, you fucked up," you say quietly, tears rolling down your cheeks. It's hard for you to get the words out properly, what with the lump in your throat. You hated letting Tae see you cry. It made you feel pitiful. You try to calm the anger inside of you as best you could. You and Taehyung had gotten into fights plenty of times before. This time felt different. This time felt serious.

"Don't make up your mind about softball yet. We can practice and play together during the summer. If once the school year comes around and you still don't want to play, I understand and respect your choice. But please, don't just make a rash decision based on my mistake."

"I'm not going to be here for the summer."

He looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"I signed up for that summer camp as a counselor about a week ago. I'm going to be leaving about a week after the school year's over."

"You can't be serious. And you didn't even tell me?"

"I told my parents. I would've assumed they'd tell yours."

"They probably assumed I already knew because you would've told me!" His chest starts to rise and his breathing is heavy with anger and frustration.

"It's just one summer, Tae."

"We were going to spend it together. Like always."

"Maybe it's time we do something different. I do something different."

"I'll go to camp with you."

"Signups closed last week, Tae. I was the last one. Besides, you'll be spending all summer with Ryujin." Your voice cracks at her name.

"I don't get why you hate her so much."

"I don't hate her."

"Yes, you do. You give her dirty looks and you're super judgemental. You're like that with everyone, but it seems particularly targetted towards her."

"I just don't like her, ok? I have the right to. It's my business."

"What, are you afraid she'll replace you or something? You're still my best friend, Y/N. No matter what girl I'm interested in you'll always be my best friend."

That didn't feel like the right thing to say, however, as you feel even more upset. "I just think we need to take a break."

"So what, you're breaking up with me?"

"It's not a breakup if we're not in a relationship." It hurts when you say the words, but it's true. You and Taehyung weren't in a relationship. You never were. He was free to like whoever he wanted. You couldn't control him and you didn't own him. He was his own person outside of you. You only wished you could say the same about yourself.

Taehyung gives a look of sadness and defeat. "It's just a break, right? Not forever?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Is there more to this than just me kissing during your homerun?" Taehyung questions, starting to freak out at your noncommital answer. "I mean, we were fine one moment and now we're not."

"We're fine, Tae."

"No, we're not. Not when you're crying and wanting us to take a break and all of... all of this."

"I think I just need to figure myself out first, Taehyung. You have so much of your life outside of me, and a girlfriend just adds to the list. I guess I've just started to feel like I wasn't anyone without you. My life circles around you and-"

"You want to remove me from your life?"

"You're jumping to conclusions. I just need to figure out who I am without you. When you're not there." When I'm not in love with you.

"You're amazing, Y/N. You're smart, athletic, strong- the list could go on."

"That's sweet of you Taehyung, really. But I just need time to clear my head."

"Of me?"

"...yeah," you sigh. "Look, you'll be fine. It's only a few months and I'll be back. You can text me. You'll have Ryujin. I just need time to myself to figure myself out, to figure out... a lot. This was like a ticking time bomb, it was bound to happen. I wouldn't have signed up for this last week if it was about today's events, would I?"

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I think it's what I need."

"Ok. Just promise you'll come back to me once you're done with this self-discovery thing?" Taehyung resembles a kicked puppy right now. Your heart begins to crack. "I just... I feel like I'm losing you."

You've felt that way about him for a long time now. Maybe it was about time to be on the other side. Get them before they get you, maybe.

But no, despite everything you still didn't want to lose Taehyung. You just needed to let go of the part of you that was so utterly infatuated with him. You needed to lose the part of you that was nothing but him. You needed to find out who you were, and all within the span of a few months.

"You know me. I'll always come back. I'll always be by your side, Tae."

Taehyung's crying. You've seen him cry a million times. At romcoms, whenever his scooter hit his ankle, and when the teacher yelled at him. Never like this, though.

He attacks you in a bear hug. "I love you. I don't know why, but I really feel the need to say it right now. I just think you need to be reminded of that. Is that sappy?"

Your heart melts a bit. "I love you too, Tae." Even if it wasn't in the same way. "I always will, one way or another."

-

When you enrolled to become a summer camp counselor, you expected a lot of things. Taking care of younger children, unappetizing food, the hot sun- sure, whatever.

What you did not expect, however, was Yuna of all people.

Yuna was similar to Ryujin in a lot of ways. She was also shockingly beautiful and damn smart. Obnoxiously girly, too. The exact opposite of you with her tied up camp shirts and makeup. But there was something about her that made it where you couldn't possibly dislike her, no matter how aloof you'd appear to be. You'd try to give her the cold shoulder, act disinterested, all of it- but she took it in stride and still treated you nicely. You couldn't figure it out.

She was your bunkmate for the summer, letting you choose whatever side you wanted. She often worked with the same age group you did, mainly around the 9-10-year-olds. You wouldn't be able to shake her off even if you wanted to.

You had to spend more time with her than anyone else. You would've preferred spending time with the guys, but the overseeing counselors made sure to keep the teen counselors as separated as possible when it came to genders. Almost adults were just brimming with raging hormones it seemed.

But you tolerated Yuna for the most part, only occasionally glaring a bit at her sparkly hoops or impractical flashy sandals.

It wasn't until one day when the two of you were on a lunch break in the counselor's break room while the kids were in the mess hall, that she questioned you about it.

"How come you don't like me?" she questioned.

"I don't hate you."

"I said dislike," she corrected. She didn't seem confrontational, or angry. Simply curious. "You seem to dislike a lot of the girls here. And in general."

You shrug. "I don't know... we're just different, I guess. I'm not like you."

"Different how? We're both girls."

You tense up at that. "Well, you're a girly girl. I'm basically a guy."

"You're trans? Not that I'm judging. It's cool either way, and I support LGBT rights."

"What? No, I'm not. I'm not a lesbian either if that's what you're wondering. You don't know how often I've been asked that," you correct.

"So you don't like me because I'm girly?"

"I don't like anything that's girly. It's just... I don't know. Weird. Unnecessary. Like girls grooming themselves to be prettier and feminine and just..."

"Let me guess- you despised stuff like Taylor Swift and One Direction back in the day- or even now- because they were targetted towards teenage girls?"

You grimaced, sneering a little. "You like them?"

"Damn right I do!" She slaps her hand on the table. "They had kick-ass music and I'm not ashamed. No one says shit about what teenage boys liked, like Beyblades or Pokemon cards."

"Those things are cool, though. It's just the more feminine things like cheesy love songs and pink and Barbies..." You found yourself rolling your eyes already. "They're just... stupid."

"What's wrong with feminine things?"

Your face was getting heated as you struggled to answer her bombarding questions. "I don't know. I guess it's just... weak? Girls are always so pouty, and whiney, and it's always mani-pedis this, makeup that, heels this, pink that. I just don't find it appealing. Guys are better, more simple. Less complicated. Less drama. Less... superficial."

Yuna's brows furrow as she tries to understand what you're saying. "So you're like... sexist against your own sex."

"What? I'm not sexist. How can I be sexist against my own gender?"

"It's like internalized misogyny," she states. "'Guys are so much better. Guy stuff is so much better. Not superficial, not weak, not this not that. Being girly is bad.' That's how you sound right now."

Your eyes narrow. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell me, Y/N, have you ever thought of, or used the phrase, 'I'm not like other girls'?"

Your face turns red with embarrassment, and it's enough for her.

"Yeah, I get it. Hey, look, we've all had that phase. Most girls went through it in like, middle school. It's typically because society tells us that we're supposed to be girly, but also tells us that girls and those things are weak. Therefore we combat the boxes we're supposed to be in and reject everything about it despite the fact it isn't weak. Women aren't weak, so why should the things we associate with women be weak?"

"I didn't take you for such a feminist."

"I'm the vice president of the Women's Equality club at our school, actually," she beamed. "I'm running for president next year."

"Wow. Mindblowing."

She ignores your sarcasm. "I'm not trying to shove my beliefs down your throat or anything. You're entitled to your opinion, no matter how self-destructive I may think it is. But hear me out. I don't think girls caring about their appearances or superficial things is a bad thing. Hell, I don't even think it's a feminine thing."

"What do you mean? Girls are always going on about their hair, their makeup, their status- that sort of thing."

"And guys are always going on about their body count, their Jordans, and their muscles," she counteracts, quirking a brow.

"You've... got me there."

"C'mon, you're friends with guys. You must see that too. I mean, I think I've heard Taehyung go on about his fancy clothes a million times, and I've only shared three classes with him total!"

That was true. Taehyung really did like his fancy shirts. "I don't know, Taehyung's a genuine guy."

"And girls aren't?" Yuna cocks her head to the side. "I'd like to think I've been genuine with you so far."

"You have," you admit. No one else had been this straightforward with you. "But most girls aren't."

"Like you?" she finishes. "I bet a bunch of girls have attempted to befriend you, but you just prejudged them and casted them aside because they weren't what you deemed 'cool enough' for you or any of that."

"How do you know they weren't judging me first? Or trying to get through me to get to Taehyung?"

"It's possible. But that can't be every single girl. Girls are just as much individuals as men are. No two are the same and all can have varying interests. Both 'girly' and 'boyish'."

"I don't follow."

"Girls are allowed to like lots of things. I'm stereotypically girly but I still like some of the more boyish things you do, like baseball."

"Is that why you were at my game?"

"I come to every game. My dad likes to watch baseball with me, so I grew up with it. Angels girl through and through. I just happened to be talking to Taehyung at the time, which is probably why you just noticed me," she explained.

"I mean, I guess girls are allowed to like other things," you admit.

"They are!" She beams, as though she could see your walls slowly coming down as you begin to reanalyze your mindset. "The thing is girls aren't shamed by society to like traditionally masculine things, but boys are shamed for liking feminine things because society views femininity as weak. That's why you always see badass girls on TV act like total dudes without emotion and with strength, but you rarely see a superhero male cry or like small cute things or show more feminine traits. Though I'd have to give credit to the recent developments of modern television."

"You really do your research on this, huh?"

"I just like to pay attention to things that ignite my passion. Social justice is one of them, even if I've been called the 'feminazi cancer' of our school," she shrugs. "I'm not forcing anyone to believe in what I do, though. I just like having a conversation. A friendly debate, I guess."

"You're not so bad at all, I guess," you say under your breath. "You might've made... good points. Or whatever."

She seems to radiate at those words. "It's not so bad making friends other than guys, isn't it? A healthy level of estrogen to balance out all of the testosterone you're surrounded by."

You chuckle at that. "I guess so."

There's a moment of silence between you two, but it's one of mutual understanding.

"Not to ruin the moment," Yuna cuts in. "But are you in love with Taehyung? I know you've been asked before, but... at the game I saw how you looked at him. Especially when he and Ryujin kissed."

You take a moment of silence, pondering over the question. You felt as though you could talk to her. It wasn't like you could talk to Taehyung.

"Yeah," you finally admit, to both her and yourself. "I think I am."

"What happened? I always thought you guys would end up together. I just figured it would've happened by now until Ryujin came along."

"I don't know. He never looked my way. I tried everything. I've liked him since we were little kids. I took up all of his hobbies and interests. Similarities are what really attract people, you know? I read that online and in our psychology textbooks like a million times. But he never seemed to look my way. I was always just his best friend. I used to think it was just because he was interested in the type of girls I hated, the ones the opposite of us, with makeup and all that stuff..."

"Is that why you hate girly stuff so much? To stand out from the others in front of him?" Yuna tried her best to analyze your words. "Like a kind of 'pick me pick me' mindset?"

"I guess," you shrug. "I think I just wanted to be the one he looked at. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to stand out. I just wanted him to look at me."

"So what now? Does he know how you feel?"

"I don't know. He and I had this big fight a few weeks ago, about a week before camp. The night of the game. I was mad about Ryujin. Mad he wasn't looking at me and my moment. I even ended up quitting softball."

"Oh no," she gasped. "You shouldn't give up on something you love."

"I'm not even sure if I love it, honestly," you tell her. "I'm starting to see more and more that everything I do, everything about me, was just about him. I don't even know who I am anymore. We got in a fight that night and I told him that I needed some time, and told him I was leaving for camp, which was a major bombshell to him. I'm not sure if it was the right call, though. I feel like I left things with him on the rocks to take this break. I just wanted to find out who I am without him, you know?"

She nodded sympathetically. "I understand that. You need to try and become an individual. Not like, one of his limbs. You're your own separate person. You're not just 'Taehyung's best friend'."

You grin. It feels like she gets you. Better than Taehyung does. Better than guys usually did. Was this what it was like being friends with a girl? This deep-rooted understanding? "Yeah, exactly."

"Would this path of self-discovery perhaps involved indulging in at least a few feminine things?"

"I don't know..."

"Come on! At least some part of you has to be curious about what some of the things are like."

"Well, I tried makeup on, like, once, in middle school. I stole my mom's makeup and it was awful. Taehyung made me go back inside and wash it off. I looked like a mess, I even admit it now."

"Are you open to trying it again?"

"I'm not sure..."

"C'mon! It'll be fun! A little girl's night. I can teach you makeup, you can try on some of the dresses I brought with me- I haven't gotten to wear them like I thought- and ooh! We can even pierce your ears! You'd look killer in hoops."

You laughed at that. "One step at a time."

-

"I'm really starting to think I'm just not meant to be girly."

"Oh come on, it's not that bad!"

"Yuna, I've got nail polish on my wrist. It's supposed to go on my nails, hence the name."

"Well, you're sloppy, sure, but everyone is their first time! Besides you started with your non-dominant hand, which I've never heard of before," she huffed. "Here, let me do your other hand. I'll show you how it's supposed to be done."

You offer her the nail polish and your hand, and she meticulously coats the shiny color on. She blows on your fingertips for a bit after doing a second coat, and you wiggle your fingers, admiring it.

"See? Isn't that pretty?" she remarks.

"I feel like a hooker."

"Not only hookers wear nail polish! E-boys do it too."

"I don't think I've ever seen an e-boy with red nail polish," you note. You cock your head to the side, looking at it. "Is the reason it looks so off because my nails are short?"

"No, plenty of people with short nails wear nail polish." Yuna pauses. "But it may have contributed to the rumor you were a lesbian."

"Ha, funny," you say bluntly. "I guess it's a nice change, though."

"We haven't even gotten to the best part!" Yuna shuffles through her duffle bag before getting out a small bag, dumping out the contents to reveal various cosmetics. "Makeup!"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"C'mon! I'm dying to see you in red. The nail polish only further proves my theory that red's your color."

"Well, can we start it off easy? I don't want to look like a hooker on the first try."

"For the last time, stop comparing girly things to being cheap!" Yuna huffs. "I suppose though that it'd be best for us to try a natural look though... Just enhance your already pretty features."

You grimace at the word. The only time you've ever been called pretty was probably by your mom. In the fifth grade.

Still, you close your eyes, you purse your lips, and you bear with the weird sensation of various brushes on your face before you're locking eyes with yourself in a mirror.

You look... pretty.

Still yourself, but small things. Small details. Your lips are a little shinier, and your eyes look a bit more defined. Your lashes are longer and you can't even see some of the blemishes on your face unless you squint.

And yet you still look like you.

"Oh, wow." You can't help but blurt out the words, all you can manage in your moment of surprise.

"I know right! I went for one of those Michelle Phan looks- God I love her new makeup. And you look stunning as ever!" Yuna beams as she admires her handiwork. "I'm telling you, you'd turn heads in an instant."

"It feels kind of weird on my face."

"You get used to it. There's a lot of makeup that's a lot more breathable if you'd like me to introduce you to it." Yuna stares intently at you as you continue to examine your looks. "So... what do you think?"

"I feel... pretty."

Yuna's smile was so big you thought her face would tear in two.

"Really? Really? Oh my God, I'm so happy to hear that!" She squeals, dropping the mirror before attacking you in a bear hug. "Now to try on the skirt I brought!"

"You never mentioned skirts!"

"I've got just the thing!"

"That's like two inches long, woman!"

-

As it turns out, there are some things you really like about being "girly". You hated to admit it but there were always some aspects that you wished to explored, yet refused yourself to. It didn't feel so much as conforming to what a woman was supposed to be rather than expressing yourself. You found out things you never would've thought you would.

You weren't a big fan of foundation or eyeshadow, for one, though you definitely enjoyed cat wings and lipstick. You liked using heat products to curl or straighten your hair, though Yuna had to make sure you didn't do too much in fear you could cause heat damage. You also learned that you couldn't use an eyelash curler for the life of you.

Your confidence seemed to grow, too. You usually wore baggy clothes, so showing off your body beyond what you were usually comfortable with was different. You were uncomfortable at first, but Yuna let you slowly build up to wearing skirts or dresses. Nothing too skimpy, and the skirts weren't nearly as short as hers, but it was modest enough for you to feel as though you weren't going to flash anyone. As it turns out, you had great legs.

Over the course of summer camp, you made a transformation. You even got your ears pierced. Though that was a horrifying experience.

"Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Of course I do! I've done this like ten times."

"Shouldn't we just go to Claire's or something?"

"No way! With those piercing guns? You're far better off with a needle."

"I don't know..."

"Girls get these through their nipples and clits- this'll be nothing!"

"They what?!"

"Get ready!"

"Yuna I change my- FUCK!"

"Stop crying, we've got to do the other side. Geez, who thought you were such a baby."

So yeah, that went well.

You were still able to enjoy things that were tomboyish. You taught baseball to the kids you were taking care of at the camp. You still scraped your knees and wore baseball caps. Turns out that even a skimpy skirt didn't stop Yuna from getting her hands dirty.

Taehyung had texted you throughout camp. He made sure to text you every day. Despite the distance you were taking from him, you couldn't help but feel your heart jump in your chest with every chime of your phone. However, you found yourself less eager to check your phone every five seconds for his messages. You were becoming occupied. You had another friend to spend time with.

Besides, based on his social media he was doing just fine with Ryujin. The two of them seemed to constantly post on Instagram. Pain still leered with every photo, but you tried your best to ignore it.

Yuna always wanted to post the two of you on social media. "Let me show off my bestie!" she'd say.

You'd refuse, opting instead to take photos for her as she modeled. She was damn good at it too. When she questioned why you were so averse to posting any of the photos you two would take, you struggled to answer. You looked at your old posts. Softball pictures. Taehyung. Food. Memes. More Taehyung.

Were you ready for the world to see what you were like now? For Taehyung to? To let go of your previous image?

You decided to keep it a secret for now.

Summer camp was over sooner than you would've liked. A week before school started, to be precise. It was sad, parting with the kids who had grown attached to you, and leaving the place that seemed to start part of your coming of age story. Part of you assumed your friendship with Yuna would be over once the glory of camp ended, but she showed up to your house with some face masks that her mom gave her and PJs for a sleepover.

You laid on your bed, feeling the slimy texture of the mask as Yuna gazed out of your window.

"Holy shit, did he get more fit?" she questioned, gazing into Taehyung's bedroom window. "Just when I thought he couldn't get any hotter. I can see why you've been in love with him all these years."

You smack her away from the window. "Stop spying on him, perv."

"What, like you haven't? I bet it was good masturbation material for when you started feeling things down there." She wiggles her brows.

"Ew! You're so gross," you laugh.

"Why don't you say hi to him? Or hang out? We start school next week. It'd be nice to wedge a little time with him before then. Or are you still insistent on hiding your new look?"

"I don't think I look particularly sexy at the moment. He's not going to exactly gasp in shock if he were to see me right now." It was true. You were wearing a sports sweatshirt with sweatpants, and your hair in a bun to keep it away from the face mask. "This thing feels weird, by the way. It's supposed to brighten skin?"

"Well, what's the deal then?" Yuna continues, ignoring your attempt to change the topic.

"I texted him the moment I got home if he wanted to hang out. He told me he was hanging out with Ryujin. It seems like the two of them have gotten pretty serious since we left for camp. I have no doubt they'll be spending the rest of the week together. Besides, what girlfriend likes the girl best friend?"

"The secure, non-toxic ones."

"Well, she'd be justified in this one. Considering the fact I'm in love with him."

"We don't know if you're still in love with him. A lot's changed back then. Some people get over crushes in a week."

"One that's lasted for years?"

"In which case, you would've gotten over him within months. Seems like a decent amount of time. You'll only know when you start interacting with him again." Yuna leans back to peak at Taehyung through the window. "Jesus, he's shirtless. Hand me a vibrator would you?"

"You're fucking lying bitch lemme see." You peak through the window to gaze into his room.

You see Taehyung laying on his bed, texting away. Shirtless. You didn't get a good look but he had definitely built up significantly since you last saw him. How had he gotten impossibly more handsome?

As though having a sixth sense, he looks out the window to lock eyes with you and Yuna. Your blood freezes and in a moment of panic, you close the curtains, ducking below the window sill with Yuna to hide. The two of you burst into a fit of giggles. You wonder if he saw you.

You get a chime on your phone.

From TaeTae <3: i totally saw you btw

From TaeTae <3: what's that thing on your face anyway

You burst into a fit of laughter as Yuna snatches your phone.

"I can't believe you still have a heart by his name. All I have is an eggplant."

-

First day of Senior year! Wooo! And, uh, you look around at all of these girls around you and think, why didn't I give them a chance?

Befriending Yuna and discovering new parts of yourself really opened your eyes to your previous outlook on life. You cringed remembering how judgemental you were.

It was also weird having the year start out so differently from the others. Every school day Taehyung would drive you to and from school. He had warned you in preparation, however, that he was going to start driving Ryujin to school. Thankfully Yuna was already prepared to save you from the awkwardness of sitting in the backseat, third-wheeling the couple, and chose to offer you a ride.

Yuna truly was an angel on Earth.

And so you came to school uncomfortable as ever, ever self-conscious as you overthought whether or not people were staring at you. Y/N? In a skirt? Unheard of!

And yet it was true. You were dressed in a pretty white blouse and a plaid skirt, with high tops and pins to show you were in with the latest trends. Your arm was hooked with Yuna's as she greeted others, her fashion choice of 70's bellbottoms and a butterfly t-shirt oddly complimenting your outfit. She had picked yours out after all. You couldn't help but think that if this were happening a year prior you would've snarled at her.

"Ooh, I see Taehyung!" she exclaims, excited as she begins to drag you towards his locker.

"Wait, Yuna, I don't think I'm read-"

"Hi, Tae!"

Taehyung looks as handsome as always. Had his shoulders gotten broader since summer? Or was his jaw a little more square? Whatever it was, he had butterflies fluttering around in the pit of your stomach, and your mouth went dry at the sight of him.

Ryujin sealed the deal, her edgier outfit of combat boots and a black skirt contrasting the flowery nature of your outfit. All three of you girls were dressed feminine but in different ways.

"Long time no see, Ug..." Taehyung's words trail off as he finally scans your outfit, jaw dropping slightly at your transformation. You tried to recall the last time Taehyung had ever seen your bare legs in all their glory. "Y/N?"

"You look gorgeous Y/N! I love the new look!" Ryujin greets you with a tight hug, which you awkwardly accept.

"Oh, thank you... a lot's changed over the summer I guess," you say, a bit insecure about your look. People probably thought you looked stupid. You did look stupid. Who were you to think you could pull this off?

"It looks really good! Like seriously, you're super hot! Not that you weren't before but... wow!"

"I know right?" Yuna beams at you. "She looks like a goddess."

"Now you're just lying," you laugh.

"No, I'm serious! C'mon, look at you! It's like a total 180."

"You make it sound like before I never took a bath."

"To be fair you did play sports a lot."

You lightly smack her arm at that.

Taehyung's eyes haven't left you for a moment, still in utter shock. Maybe it was the first time he was seeing you as a girl. Maybe it was because in all the 10+ years he knew you, you had only looked a certain way. Maybe it was something else.

He coughs awkwardly, realizing all of you had gone silent. He adverts his gaze, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, you look... good. It's a nice change, it compliments you."

You feel your face go a bit red at that. You feel yourself get a bit more comfortable. It wasn't because you felt like you needed a guy's approval- it was because it was Taehyung. Taehyung who always pointed out when you looked stupid out of endearment, who never lied to you. That meant he meant it. "Oh. Thanks, I guess."

"We'll see you guys later, we've got to get to homeroom to pick up our schedules. See you later!" Yuna drags you away, giggling once you two are out of earshot. "Oh my god oh my god, he was totally checking you out!"

"No, he wasn't! He has a girlfriend!"

"You can window shop you just can't make a purchase!"

"I can't believe you!"

"Don't think I didn't notice how totally in love you still are."

"It's not going to go away in an instant, you know. Crushes are like an illness. I read it in Seventeen once."

"You'll just have to build up your immune system, then."

-

As it turns out, your new look stuck. You really started to like the lighter, more colorful colors. You even read online that it made you a bit happier, releasing endorphins or whatever. Plus dressing nice, though a lot of effort, made you a bit more productive.

Things were really changing.

And even Taehyung was questioning it.

Shortly after seeing your new look he asked you to hang out the first day he was free and wasn't already planning to spend time with Ryujin. You happily agreed, giddy to spend time with him like you used to, mind buzzing with curiosity.

The two of you went into a fast-food drive-in restaurant, drinking milkshakes and eating burgers when he finally questioned you on it.

"So... what sparked all of this?" he finally blurted out. "The skirts, the colors, the girliness... I thought you hated that stuff. Hell, I know you do, it was the staple of your personality for ten years."

You fidgeted with the necklace you were wearing that day, trying to think of how to answer. "I had a lot of time to kind of discover myself at camp, I guess."

"Does this have anything to do with that fight we had before you left?"

The fight. You were so excited for prospects of the future you didn't even think to look back on the past.

"Oh... that."

"Yeah, when you said we needed a break so you could figure yourself out." Taehyung's quiet for a moment. "Is this you without me?"

You're stunned by the question, unsure of how to answer. Was this what you were without Taehyung's influence? Without the baseballs and scraped knees? But you still liked those. You just also liked skirts and the colors pink and purple. Did you change that much just a few months away from him? You were still prideful and unsure. Surely you were still his best friend, deep down.

"I guess so," you mumble, giving a small shrug. "I just wanted to try something different I guess."

"You're not doing this for some guy, are you? You're perfect either way, Y/N. I hope you know that."

There the butterflies go again. But were you? Was this just another ploy to get Taehyung to notice you?

"I'm not," you say honestly. "I think I'm just finally allowing myself to do to something for me and not for someone else, honestly."

He frowned at you. "You were trying to appease someone else?"

"I don't think it's something I can talk about with you, Tae. At least not right now."

"Oh." He seems deflated at that, and it breaks your heart. "As long as you're doing this for you and not someone else. That's all that matters. I like you either way. Tomboy Y/N and Pretty Y/N."

"You think I'm pretty?" You were so used to your friend greeting you as Ugly or as demeaning, joking names.

Taehyung's face went red. "I mean, yeah. I've always thought you were pretty. It's not cause of this new look you just look more... happy I guess. Or the bright colors. It suits you..."

Your face goes red too. "Thanks, Tae. It means a lot from you.”

"N-No problem." He looks out of the window, away from you, taking a sip of his milkshake. There's a weird sort of tension in the air. "It felt weird not spending the summer with you."

"Yeah, same here. I missed you a lot," you admit. "It was difficult being away from my best friend for so long."

"Best friend? You sure that isn't Yuna now?" he asks playfully.

You give him a light shove, rolling your eyes as he chuckles. "Yuna's my best girl friend. You're my best friend, forever and always. You know that."

"I get insecure sometimes!" he whines.

"Yeah, right," you say, ruffling his hair. "I'm sure you didn't miss me at all. You should've texted me more!"

"I got busy! Look at the abs I got!"

"Put your shirt down, they probably look like the world's saddest stack of Hawaiian rolls!"

"Excuse you, woman!"

"Don't woman me! I might be wearing a dress but I'll still kick your ass!"

"Have mercy!"

-

Taehyung wasn't the only guy to notice your new look. You were getting a few more stares, though mainly out of wonder than actual perversion. However, it also seemed to spark attention you weren't expecting.

Attraction.

Kim Seokjin was undeniably one of the most attractive boys in your grade. Some thought he was more handsome than Taehyung, though you always showed a preference for the younger. Still, it shocked you when Seokjin, after a few posts on social media including your new style and branding, decides to start DMing you. First through Instagram, and then through Snapchat.

Before long he's starting to walk you to classes. He's offering you rides home. He's inviting you out.

Before you know it you've started a relationship.

Yuna encouraged it, of course. Claimed it was part of the healing process of getting over Taehyung.

When you told Taehyung about it he seemed indifferent, but nevertheless congratulated you on your newfound relationship.

Ryujin, whom you were on good terms with, seemed elated for you, excited for the prospect of double dates. Apparently, she saw some good date ideas for them on Pinterest. You weren't as excited about the idea.

You had complained to Yuna about it before.

"I don't feel nearly as much for him as I feel- I mean felt for Taehyung. I'm attracted to him, sure, but that's about it."

Yuna had simply shrugged. "Sometimes that's all you need. We're in high school- no one's saying you've got to get married to him. You don't have to date him if you don't want, of course. But one of the main purposes of dating is to find out what you do and don't like, in both yourself and in another. You should date for the experience, not the end goal. Maybe Seokjin would give you the experience you could never get with Taehyung."

And so you did. You agreed to be Seokjin's girlfriend. When you questioned why he found an interest in you, when the two of you had been classmates plenty of times years prior, he was honest.

"Before you were always on Taehyung's side. It was like a package deal. People usually only want to date one person, not two. You seem more independent now. It made me notice you, and just you."

Your relationship with him lasted longer than you expected. He was well aware it was your first relationship and took his time with you. He treated you well and didn't pressure you into sex. He really seemed to like you, too. You taught him how the rules and how to play baseball, and on occasion, he'd watch with your family. One time he took you out to the park and laid out a blanket for a picnic. It wasn't until he started getting fidgety with the ants around that the two of you decided to move it someplace else.

Seokjin was a great first boyfriend. He was the gentle first time. He was the type who would hold your hand to show you off. He was the type to turn up the radio in the car and tell you what parts of the song made him think of you. He was the type to constantly show you off on social media. There wouldn't go a full 24 hours when you weren't on his Snapchat story.

But all good things came to an end. With Seokjin things began to feel just superficial. The feelings, the posts, the showing off. It didn't feel in depth. He was a nice guy, sure, but there didn't seem to be much emotion in your relationship. The two of you never cried in front of each other. You never shared hopes or dreams or fears. You tried to talk to him about the deeper stuff, but he'd act like there wasn't much to him. Maybe he wanted to seem to you how he did to the outside world- perfect.

And so it ended. It ended on mutual terms, truthfully enough. You complained about your reasons and he complained about his. His complaint was saying you weren't as invested in the relationship as he was. True, he posted you far more times, sort of establishing you as a power couple, but you were more scarce. You preferred to post your outfits, liking the new combinations you were coming up with as Yuna continued to teach you what went with what.

You didn't really cry after the breakup. You texted Taehyung, and he was at your house within minutes, having your favorite flavor of ice cream.

"I've never been with a girl during a breakup, but this is what they always do in movies so we'll see how it goes. Let me squirt whipped cream in your mouth."

Taehyung was an excellent caretaker as it turned out. He didn't hesitate to spend time with you and help you through your first breakup, putting on a sad movie that he knew always had you cry.

"It's good to cry. You might not want to cry now- I know you, you're stubborn, but you should let out the emotions one way or another."

You sobbed and ate ice cream as Taehyung wrapped you tightly in a blanket.

"Why didn't you text Yuna instead?" Taehyung quietly asked as you began to drift off to sleep on his arm. You had no doubt it was falling asleep beneath you.

"I don't know. You felt like the person to talk to," you admit. "You're always first, I guess. I'll tell her in the morning."

Yuna had a different approach. She shit talked about Seokjin with you, letting you take out your pent up frustration.

"You should totally have a rebound! You're not a virgin anymore, go bone one out."

"I'm not doing that Yuna."

"C'mon! Now's the time to get kinky!"

"Shut the fuck up Yuna."

"Maybe you're so chill about it is because Seokjin was the rebound."

"My relationship with him was more than just a fluke to get over Taehyung," you huff. "Who I'm totally over, by the way."

"Sure, sure," Yuna said, grinned. "Whatever you say."

"We're just best friends!"

"You know when the word just is in front of it, you're in trouble."

"I'm gonna kill you."

You did move on. You no longer spoke to Seokjin, truth be told. Part of you actually seemed far more broken over the relationship than you suspected you would be. You were more invested than you let yourself admit. But you picked up the pieces and went about your day.

And one day you paid back the favor to Taehyung.

Ryujin had reportedly dumped him.

Your breakup with Seokjin had been like a slow, quiet death. It wasn't a passionate relationship, and it ended just the same. Taehyung's relationship with Ryujin ended the opposite. It built with tension like someone was piling rocks on top of it, applying more and more pressure until it just crumbled. No, not even that- it was an avalanche.

You don't think you loved Seokjin- not really. Not the way you loved Taehyung. Taehyung, though, he loved Ryujin. It always hurt you, but he really did. He was head over heels in love with her, and you really thought she felt the same.

Sure, they had their problems. There were lots of times where you'd look into Taehyung's bedroom window and see him on the phone with her, pacing back and forth, quiet mutterings and a stern voice. Towards the end of their relationship, it was yelling, though. He was screaming cursing, and you'd have to slam your window shut in an attempt to drown him out, feeling as though you were intruding seeing this side of their relationship.

Taehyung wasn't the type to talk about his personal life- even with you. You never pried, though. You knew hearing about his relationship would hurt you, and you didn't want to be nosy. What happened between them was between them, until the end.

Ryujin had cheated on him with one of his teammates.

That had to sting.

She hadn't even gathered the courage to tell him in person. He was on the phone with her, arguing, as usual, screaming at the top of his lungs since his parents were still working. They were hurling insults towards each other, and you're about to shut the window before everything suddenly went quiet. You couldn't even hear her shrill voice on the other end, which was how loud she usually was.

"What?" Taehyung said, in shock.

You weren't able to hear what she said.

"With who?"

You slowly look out of your window, seeing Taehyung. He was frozen, locked in place, staring off into the distance.

"Fucking bitch!"

He throws his phone as hard as he could against the wall. Seeing as he was one of the best pitchers on his team, you had no doubt he chucked it so hard to shatter it. What shocks you even more was when he curls into himself, sobbing, his body shaking as he wraps his arms around himself and buries his face in his knees.

You wait a few minutes, unsure of what to do. Should you leave him alone at this moment?

He may need someone.

You knock against your window and duck below the opening to talk to him. "Taehyung?"

He looks up, face red with either fury or embarrassment- or maybe a million other emotions you wouldn't be able to comprehend. He looks at you, though, still crying. He doesn't bother to shield himself from you, probably all too aware now what you had witnessed.

"Do you need me to come over? I could probably sneak some of my dad's booze. We can talk about things. Or not. Up to you."

Taehyung slowly nods, sniffling. "I'd like that."

And so you obediently get up and get a few of your dad's beers- not enough to get either of you blackout drunk, but enough to help him get tipsy or cool down a little bit. Hydrate him maybe. You have no chance to even think about your appearance, instead just pulling on mom jeans and a baseball jersey you usually lounge around the house in.

He lets you in, and the moment you two are in his room, he collapses into your arms. You set the beers down and hug him as tightly as you can. He stays there, wrapped around you like ivy, sobbing. Never in all of your years of being friends with Taehyung had you seen him this broken. In a way, it humanizes him to you.

You were here for him as a friend and just that. You were completely, 100%, over Kim Taehyung. You were here to support him and not take advantage of his sadness- you weren't that girl anymore. In the past, you would've thought this would point out how much better you are than Ryujin.

You were over Kim Taehyung. It was official.

Taehyung's filter is gone the moment alcohol passes his lips. He talked a lot about him and Ryujin, without you even asking. All of the small things. He always felt as though he wasn't good enough for her, and felt as though he were more invested in the relationship. She felt as though she was always competing with you, and despite telling him to cut you off, he refused, claiming it was impossible because not only were you best friends but also next-door neighbors. Apparently she began to have a newfound secret resentment towards you after the summer with Yuna, now seeing you as a threat, especially with the attention you were beginning to garner. Almost every time they got into an argument Ryujin would simply snap at him to go fuck his best friend. Before long they were bickering over nothing. Taehyung knew they were going to end, but not like this.

The teammate she slept with was one he had known for years but never had a real bond with. Taehyung suspected the reason she slept with the teammate wasn't because of any real attraction, but to hurt him. Every time he saw the teammate, he'd think of her. Every time he played a game, he'd think of her. She wanted to destroy one of the few things he truly did love.

Taehyung's words began to slur, having run out of tears, his voice dry despite the drinking.

"I shouldn't have kissed her that day," Taehyung says, "at your game."

You recall the day. "You're only saying that because you're mad at her. That was one of the happiest days of your life, though."

"No, it wasn't. It was the day you left me. Because I was stupid and stole your moment."

"I never left you, Tae. I never will, you know that. I just went off to summer camp," you chuckle.

"No, you left me. You changed."

"Because I started giving a shit about looking nice? I don't think that really changes who I am."

"No, I said that wrong. You didn't change. We changed. Because I fucked everything up."

"It was a year ago, Tae. I forgave you a long time ago."

"No. I fucked everything up. With Ryujin, kissing her at the game, neglecting you- I, fuck." He curses, muttering, burying his face into your shoulder, still weak. "Things used to be so simple. You're my best friend. You were. You are. You'll always be, right?"

"Of course, Tae."

"I miss how we used to be. Just me and you. No Ryujin, no Seokjin, hell, no Yuna. Just you, one of the guys."

You let out a sigh. "I'm not one of the guys, though, Tae. I haven't been for a long time. I'm still a girl. I just started to allow myself to acknowledge it."

"I know you're a girl! God, you think I'm not always aware of that? Even Ryujin was aware. It's why she was always bitching about you," Taehyung huffs.

"You never seemed to be aware of it. Except maybe when I started wearing skirts." You laugh a little. "I remember that first day- you couldn't stop staring at my legs."

"You look really good in a skirt."

"Now you're just acting like a horny teenager."

"We're not kids anymore. We're both adults- or we're supposed to be, at 18, especially since it's only the rest of our lives starting soon. After prom, after graduation, college just around the corner."

"True," you hum. "It always felt as though you saw me as a kid sister. And then as a kid brother. And before long it felt as though you just saw me as an extension of yourself, as like... a limb. Even Seokjin said so, you know. He only noticed me after I started seeming like an individual."

"Seokjin's an idiot."

"No, he's not. We may have broken up, but he had a point. I was co-dependent on you, to an unhealthy degree. I was like an extension of you- I went everywhere you went, I did everything you did, I liked everything you liked- hell, you're the reason I even wanted to get into softball. To impress you. It was like I was obsessed."

"Why, though?"

"You still don't know?" You look him in the eye, heart racing as though thought about if you were really going to admit this to him. "Taehyung, you were my everything. You were my first kiss, my first crush, my best friend. I was in love with you, for years."

Taehyung blinks in surprise, face blank. "What?"

"You couldn't have been clueless that entire time, Tae."

"Maybe I suspected, but I thought that was just how you were. How we were."

"Do you remember that day I went out with a bunch of makeup on my face? Back in middle school? And you said I looked like a circus?"

"Yeah?"

"I did it because I heard you had a crush on Yeji. I saw she wore makeup and wanted to be like her so you'd like me. It was a fail, obviously. All of my attempts were. I dressed and acted like a tomboy to make you notice me and be close to me, to be one of the guys because I thought it made me superior to the other girls and I wanted so badly to be like you. I thought if I acted like that you'd see you didn't want all of those 'girly girls' and want me instead."

"I... I didn't know that."

"Of course you didn't." You smile fondly at him, ruffling his hair. "My sweet, naive Taehyung."

"So why'd you stop? Acting so boyish, I mean."

"Honestly it had to do with the day you kissed Ryujin. I had already been thinking about going to camp, slowly realizing I wasn't really an individual from you and wanted to see what I was like without you. But that day, to have completed one of my biggest accomplishments yet and to see you completely focused on someone else... I just realized nothing I did would make you like me. Would make you notice me. No matter what you were never going to see me that way because I had dug myself in a hole trying to be the opposite of girls like Ryujin because I looked down on them. I thought eventually you would too, but I was wrong. And I realized that everything I did was pointless."

"And then?"

"And then I left and figured myself out. I figured out that I had been a bit misogynistic, automatically seeing feminine things as inferior. I realized I wasn't being a good friend to you, not really, doing everything in my power and manipulating the friendship in hopes of a relationship. I didn't think about what you wanted and was selfish with my own desires. And then I became what I am now. I'm still the same girl you know, who likes softball and getting dirty and all that, but I also like butterflies and miniskirts and a million other things I would've scoffed at." You thought for a moment. "I guess that's the long answer as to why we aren't the way we were anymore. I think it's for the better, though."

Taehyung stares at you for a moment and hugs you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You're surprised to have this reaction to your confession but hug him anyway.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably overwhelming you with this information. You're already going through enough- I shouldn't be shifting the focus. I-"

"I should've kissed you instead."

You freeze at that. "What?"

"At the game. It was your homerun and I should've kissed you instead. I regret it."

No. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. You were finally over Taehyung- at least, you thought so. You dated other guys. You were determined to think of him as no more than a friend. You thought you matured past this schoolgirl crush. Hell, you were an adult now! You thought you moved on.

But hearing those words, the words you waited so, so long for. It had your head spinning, swarms of treasured memories and suppressed feelings bubbling up to the surface.

"You're just saying that-"

"No, I'm not." He pulls back to look at you. "I liked you when we were in elementary school because you were the fastest girl in school. I didn't know how to cope with my crush so I just acted mean and you rolled with it, and I was so impressed. I called you ugly even though you're beautiful- you've always been beautiful, Y/N. When we went to Jimin's birthday party I was so nervous, because I didn't want some asshole taking your first kiss, and I was so glad it was me who got to finally kiss you. But you seemed so indifferent I gave up. When Seokjin started dating you I thought you were too good for him but I was also so happy you'd get a chance at love that I didn't care about whatever small bit of jealousy I may have had. And I always thought back to that day, of what would've happened if I had kissed you after your amazing home run. So I really, really mean it when I say I wish I had kissed you."

You can't believe it. In all the years you've known Taehyung, pined for him, you dreamt of this moment. And it was finally happening.

But did you still want it? Did you still want him?

Did he?

"You're just heartbroken, Taehyung. You don't mean it. You're dealing with the aftermath of Ryujin's betrayal and trying to throw your feelings onto me in hopes I can make you feel better. But you're still in love with Ryujin, Taehyung. You and I both know that."

Taehyung's quiet at that. "Maybe."

"No, you are. And that's ok. Feelings don't disappear overnight."

"Did yours? You always say you loved me, not that you love me."

"I do still love you. I think... I think back then it was infatuation, though."

"Do you love me? Now? In that way?"

"You mean the way you love Ryujin?"

Taehyung stays quiet, flinching still even at her name.

"I didn't love Seokjin- definitely not the way I felt with you. What I feel with you... is a lot. It's so many things it's impossible to put into words. I'll always love you, as a best friend, and maybe more... But it doesn't matter, Taehyung. You're not ready for how I feel, at least not now."

"And what if one day I am?" he questions. "What happens when I'm ready? Will you still be waiting?"

"I don't know. I can't promise that- no one can. Our timing's always been a bit off, hasn't it?" You smile bitterly. "If you decide that it's finally your turn to do the chasing, and I figure out my feelings alongside you... Well, I don't know. I won't make promises and I don't want to give us hope if there isn't any."

"Ok. You'll still stay by me, though? Even as a friend?"

"Always."

-

You're beyond surprised when you wake up the next morning and life simply goes on.

You always thought the moment your best friend finally liked you back everything would change. But no. You woke up at the foot of his bed, his head resting on your shoulder as he snored peacefully, having run out of tears hours prior.

The rays still shone, the world still turned, and you two were still best friends.

And maybe more.

You and Taehyung didn't talk about it afterward. It wasn't as though it didn't happen, though. There was an underlying tension with every movement. With every brush of his fingers against yours, with every laugh. Every time he looked at you for simply a moment too long you were reminded of what the two of you talked about.

He liked you. Or possibly did.

But he was getting over Ryujin.

But you've waited for so long.

But you're not even sure if you're really in love with him or simply projected your infatuation.

So many complications and overthinking came along with his smiles. You felt as though you were in elementary school again. Your heart would thump a little too loudly or race a tad bit quicker. You were scared you were going to revert, but surprisingly you didn't.

Taehyung was clearly as affected, thinking back to that day. You would see him analyzing and studying you, or simply looking at you with a soft smile, whether you were in sweats or a skirt.

You'd complain to Yuna a bit about it. The two of you had gone out to the local cafe, a decaf for her (disgusting) and a peppermint mocha for you (delicious).

"It's so frustrating!" you whined. "I catch myself and I think- I'm so totally not over this boy, and then another moment I'm like, no, that wasn't love, it was infatuation. I've totally grown past that."

"If you're still stressing over it, clearly you're not over it," Yuna points out. "You've got it bad, girl. You weren't like this for Seokjin."

"I couldn't love Seokjin when I was infatuated with someone else."

"In love," Yuna corrected.

"We have yet to determine that."

"Well, you know Taehyung better than anyone else. You know the real him, the good the bad and the ugly. Infatuation is typically all about how they make you feel, about the good sides of them without acknowledging the bad."

"And what about him? I mean, he got out of a very intense relationship with Ryujin. On pretty bad terms."

"What about her? They're over."

"He was in love with her. I don't want to be some rebound- for him to just throw his feelings onto because he can't cope with the breakup. It would ruin our friendship completely. Besides, any guy who moves on so quickly from one girlfriend to hop onto another is not to be trusted. I know I'd feel hurt if the person I was with just jumped to another relationship so quickly after we ended, as though we meant nothing."

"Fair point, fair point, except for the fact- oh, I don't know- that it's been like, a month?"

"That's not that long."

"Ten years is though. Even infatuation can't last that long."

"I'm totally screwed, aren't I?"

"If you give him a chance you will be eventually. I wouldn't know but I'm sure he's packing some shmeat," Yuna laughs. "Want to see what my cat did this morning?"

"...Yes."

-

Taehyung surprises you with a proposal towards the end of the school year.

It was simple. It was cute. It was what you and Taehyung.

You had been studying for an upcoming quiz when you got a text from Taehyung telling you to look outside your window.

"I swear to God, Tae, if this is just you trying to show me what weird hentai you found again I'm closing my curtains for good!"

You oblige, however, only to see stick notes completely covering his window. It was covered completely in yellow save for a few pink ones that spelled out, 'PROM?'

You couldn't help but smile and laugh. "What is this?"

He lifts up the window, beaming. "What? Can't a best friend ask their other best friend to go to prom with them?"

"Pretty lame way to ask, if you ask me. I would've expected flowers."

"You always hated flowers."

"There's a lot of things I don't hate anymore."

"Oh that's right, it's sunflowers you hate. But you have a fetish for magnolias," he recalls. "Never the less! There is more to this promposal. I'm so sorry to have worried you, Your Highness."

"Then, by all means, continue, good sir."

It's at that moment he pulls out his beloved saxophone, wiggling his brows.

"Dear God-"

"I'm not stopping until you say yes." With that, he quickly begins playing the meme-worthy sexy saxophone song that seemed to play during the worst seduction scenes. You laugh so hard you begin to cry, finding the situation absolutely preposterous.

"Yes! Yes, I'll go to prom with you, you huge idiot." You're barely able to wheeze the sentence out. "For the love of God, though, have mercy."

"Thank God, I think I was starting to get light-headed," he admits.

"When'd you even have time to practice that?"

"In my garage when I know you're taking your daily nap."

"You're such a dork."

"You love this dork, though."

All you do is smile because, at that moment, you knew he was completely right.

-

Both of your parents are completely thrilled with this, taking various photos of you.

"Oh, they look so cute, don't they?" your mother gushes.

"I always had a feeling they'd get together eventually. Remember how we'd plan the wedding?" his mother replies.

"Oh! With the yellow and the-"

"Let's not go so far! They're going to prom, not to the alter," your father chuckles.

"And you said it'd be after college," his father laughs. "You owe me fifty!"

"Guys! Can we go? The event's going to start any minute," you say. "I'd hate to miss out on Senior prom due to our parents."

"Oh of course dear. Be safe! And don't drink the punch!"

"You only say that because it was you who spiked it our prom."

"Exactly."

The prom wasn't all that to be fair. Beautiful dresses and loud music, and some mediocre food. You greeted the people you knew and hugged Yuna especially, gushing over the dress you helped her pick out. She looked beautiful as always. On one occasion you saw Ryujin though, with Tae's teammate, and you make sure to steer clear. Taehyung doesn't seem to notice, though, still gripping onto your hand tightly as you two greet your friends. You were happy though with it. Despite how the trap music rattled your bones you were so pumped up with adrenaline you were ready to burst.

"I'm going to get us a few drinks before anyone spikes the punch, and then we can dance, ok?" Taehyung says.

"Of course you're gonna make sure we're hydrated."

"Bitch, who's got the better skin? That's what I thought. Wait here, and I'll be right back."

You obediently wait as he disappears to get refreshments. It doesn't take long for a certain someone to find you.

"Long time no see."

"Oh, Seokjin! Nice to see you. You look handsome as always," you greet, giving him an awkward hug. "Who're you here with?"

"Chaeryong. We've been dating for a while now."

"I think I heard about that. You two look good together."

"Thank you. As do you and Taehyung," Seokjin comments.

"Oh, we're just here as friends."

"Really? It didn't seem like it," he says. "You don't have to lie to make me feel better. The past is past. I always had a feeling you and Taehyung would end up together. I think everyone did at some point. It's not hard to see."

You're unable to respond, as soon enough Taehyung's by your side.

"Mind if I steal my date?" he questions.

"Be my guest. You two have fun." And with that, Seokjin disappears.

"What did he want?" Taehyung questioned, passing you your drink.

"Nothing. He just said we look good together," you say, taking a sip.

"Damn right we do. I even got a matching tie to your dress and everything."

The two of you spend the rest of the night dancing until your hair was oily and you were covered in sweat. Neither of you cared though, gorging yourself on the food that was provided and drinking until you finally tasted alcohol. It was a great night, all in all. It wasn't like the movies, where you're crowned the prom queen or have some big revelation. Hell, during the slow dance the two of you could only snicker as you point out who was grabbing whose ass.

And then it's over as soon as it started. You've got that post-party glow of a quickly beating heart and the feeling of both satisfaction and longing for the night that had transpired. It hits you like a wave when you and Taehyung finally roll in front of your house.

"Do you want me to walk you to the door?" he questions.

"We live right next to each other."

"Yeah, but I still believe in being a gentleman. Scratch that- a good person. I don't want you getting kidnapped on your way to the door."

You roll your eyes and the two of you step up to the door. "I'm so safe, I don't know what I would've done all alone during those twenty feet."

"I bet. Do you want to go to the batting cages tomorrow by the way? I meant to ask, but I got distracted in the moment."

"Sure, if I'm not too beat. I swear, these things are weapons," you say, swinging the heels in your hand. "I had a great night, though, Tae. You made it special. I couldn't have asked for a better date."

"Neither could I," he smiled. It's silent for a moment, save for the sound of crickets chirping in the darkness, or the flies buzzing around the light above your porch. He looks as though he wants to say something, but doesn't. "So... I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah... Sure." He starts to walk back to the car. You open your door, ready to head in. You're halfway in when you just get a sudden impulse, turning around. "Tae?"

"Yeah?" He turns around quickly, as though just waiting for you to call out for him.

You run towards him at that moment, grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him. He kisses you back, pulling you in closer, his arms wrapped around you. It feels right. It doesn't feel like the awkward first kiss you had. It doesn't feel like the chaste ones you'd share with Seokjin. But it feels like something that was worth waiting for.

You slowly pull apart, staring at each other for a moment, processing it.

"Was that ok?" you question softly.

"More than ok," he responds. "I was waiting for you to do that."

"Try waiting ten years," you chuckle.

"Six," he corrects. "Jimin's birthday party, remember?"

"How could I forget," you say, shaking your head. You kiss him again, trying to remember the feeling of his lips against yours, trying to make sure it's real. "Do you still want me, Taehyung?"

"Yeah. I do," he says. "Do you?"

"I never stopped," you confessed quietly.

The two of you are quiet for another moment, letting the moment sink in.

You two like each other.

"So what now?" you ask.

"I guess we'll sleep on it. It's been a long night. We can take things one step at a time, ok? Take it slow."

"God, we're moving at the pace of a snail I feel."

"Patience, beautiful," he smiles, giving you one last kiss. "I promise I'll make it worth the wait."

-

Dating Taehyung was sweet. It was passionate. It was him running up to you in the hallway to give you a big hug just because he felt like it. It was buying those blow-pops he liked so much just to surprise him in the morning before school. It was paper airplanes flying into your window as you tried to study, with stupid things such as You look so cute right now to Your ass looks so sexy in that batman underwear.

The last moments of your high school career were ending on the highest notes, where even as your graduation cap reached the highest it could go, Taehyung had pressed a kiss against your lips, only to break free once the caps proceeded to pelt you.

You wondered if it was going to stay like this. Were you guys just in the honeymoon phase, or was it because the journey of high school was over, and the adventure of college was set to begin? The months spent between the two would be with Taehyung, and though you were both going to the same college, you wondered if things would change.

You hoped they didn't. But hey, everything had changed between you and Taehyung, at least 20 times in the course of your friendship with him. At this point, you two could survive anything.

You wanted to preserve one last memory of this time period with him, the last moments of high school Taehyung before you two entered college. Before you two entered the next stage of your relationship.

"Why haven't we had sex yet?"

The question had Taehyung choking on the cherry limeade he got from the drive-in. It was the dead of night, and Taehyung, the insomniac he was, insisted that you two get drinks before the clock struck midnight and sit on your roof.

"I don't know, I can't say I haven't thought about it..."

"I know that. I've heard you jack off before."

"What?!"

"I'm your best-friend-now-girlfriend, Taehyung. At this point, we should be too close to be in a relationship." You smirk, nudging him with your shoulder. "Luckily though, we're not."

"I guess I just didn't want to pressure you or anything. Things are going good between us without sex."

"They are," you admit, "but I think I want to take our relationship to the next level. We're adults anyway- have been before we even started dating. Being the horny teens we are, shouldn't we be jumping each other's bones by now?"

"I want to, most definitely."

"Good to know you're at least sexually attracted to me," you laugh. "I know you and Ryujin have done it though. Wait, sorry, is it ok for me to bring her up? Especially when we're talking about this?"

"Sure, but I'm not going to go into detail about it. That would just seem like an invasion of privacy on her part," he says. "I'm not a virgin, though. But... have you and Seokjin?"

"Yeah," you shrug. "Sorry I didn't tell you before."

Taehyung whistled. "It's cool- but to be honest I didn't expect it. Seokjin just seemed too... proper?"

You shrug again. "Yeah, you'd think so. But he was a horny teenager like the rest of us. And after years of sexual frustration regarding you, I had to let it out on someone."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "So sorry to put that burden on you."

"You should be," you say, flicking his forehead.

"So did you?"

"What?"

"Cum?"

"Now look who wants to go into detail! How vulgar." You think about it. "Yeah, I did. It wasn't like mind-blowing or anything, I could accomplish the same thing with the vibrator Yuna got me. Seokjin wasn't into anything wild, but the sex was good. Vanilla, but good."

"You don't like vanilla then?"

"I'm not into anything wild- I've never tried anything like that out before. And no offense, Tae, but I don't think I want our first time to be with me tied up."

"Who said you'd be the one tied up?"

"Touche. I don't know, Seokjin was always just... very gentle. Do you remember how we used to wrestle when we were little? Not like slamming each other into the ground like MMA fighters but that sort of play fighting?"

"Yeah?"

"That's closer to what I wanted."

"So you're into manhandling."

"I guess. I like it when a guy is assertive with what he wants. That's what I liked about Seokjin. It was no bullshit, he was upfront with me in the beginning. I just wish he pinned me down a little more."

"You're saying you want me to pin you down?"

"Not on the roof, pervert! Roll-off of me. I swear we're going to fall two stories if you keep up with that," you laugh, lightly shoving him away from you. "What about you? Anything you liked?"

"Oh you know, being called master, having a sex slave-"

"Be fucking serious for once."

"Ok ok, I guess if we're being serious about what I'd like us to do..." Taehyung thought about it for a moment. "I... This is embarrassing."

"What? Tell me."

"You're going to think I'm weird."

"I already think you're weird."

"Good point." He looks down, his bangs covering his face. "I'vegotathingforhickies."

"Good luck trying to mumble, I've basically learned how to read your thoughts at this point," you chuckle. "So, hickies, huh? That's not wild, though."

"Yeah, but Ryujin didn't like them because they'd always show up with her revealing clothing, not that I complained about that part, and she kind of sucked at giving them. I always thought it was kind of hot, though."

"Because it's like marking someone and showing off that they're yours or that you had sex or that sort of stuff?" you question. "Are you into like, claiming your territory? Or do you just like seeing a girl marked up and knowing you did that?"

"Fuck, shut up, you'll give me a semi."

You laugh at that, "Whatever. I'd blow you but we're on the roof, and knowing you you'd definitely fall off. Besides, you may be into marking your territory, but I wouldn't want some random passenger seeing what's mine."

"Shut up," he hissed, pulling you in by the back of your neck to kiss you.

You hum, kissing him back, smirking. "I'm better at this dirty talk then I thought. I already have you riled up."

"If you don't shut up and kiss me again you'll actually have to blow me on the roof. Can't talk with your mouth full."

"Sure thing, Master."

-

"Why does this kind of feel like one of those best friend challenges where you see each other naked for the first time to be closer?"

"I'm literally hard because I can see your boobs I think that oversteps a best friend challenge."

"Wow, so romantic," you chuckle, eyeing Taehyung's naked form. Both of your parents were out on a double date, leaving you and Taehyung to finally do the dirty in his bedroom. Taehyung looked good naked. You've seen him shirtless countless times, and no matter how many times you'd tell him he was lying about his dick size, he was right to boast about it.

Taehyung kisses you tentatively, as though you're fragile. You try not to think about it, but it does sort of remind you of Seokjin. As though reading your thoughts, however, Taehyung begins to snake his tongue into your mouth, hands searching for yours before capturing your wrists. He pins you forcefully to the mattress, your back bouncing with the springs as he straddles your thighs, leaving you immobile beneath him.  You can't move your hands, which are pinned to the sides of your face, and you feel your face heat up with excitement.

Taehyung begins to kiss down your neck, voice breathy. "Didn't want it gentle... did you?"

"Fuck," you say, arching your back to display your chest as an offering, craning your neck as though to expose the blank canvas. "Mark me."

Taehyung's eyes seem to darken at that, and he wastes no time, sucking harshly at whatever skin was offered to him. Purple and pink bruises began to form along your neck and chest. "You're so fucking perfect," he mutters into your skin. "Perfect and mine."

You squirm beneath him. "Taehyung, don't you want me to mark you too?"

"Another time, I feel like I'm going to burst." He finally pulls back to admire his work. "Fuck, you look so good. I want to take a picture and make this my home screen."

"No way. What if someone looks through your phone and sees that?"

"They'd see what a sexy ass girlfriend I have," Taehyung grins. "I'd probably jack off to it nightly."

"Why would you need to masturbate when you have a girlfriend to have sex with?"

"We aren't having sex yet."

"Well fucking stick it in then!"

"I gotta make sure you're wet, baby," Taehyung huffs, finally letting go of your wrists and getting off of you to pry your legs apart. You feel your face go red, so vulnerable to him as he sees the most intimate parts of you. He smirks, as though able to see how turned on you were. "You like this, huh? When I manhandle you?"

"S-Shut up and go down on me," you say, looking away.

"Never took you for a top, Y/N," Taehyung chuckles as he begins to descend.

"I don't think that applies to h-hets- fuck, that's nice."

Taehyung begins to envelop your heat with his mouth, tonguing through the folds as he lathers up your juices on his tongue. He groans at the taste, sending vibrations throughout that have your toes curl. He lets his tongue move against your clit, stimulating it with small sucks and licks.

You feel his fingers enter the picture, rubbing at your folds to collect lubrication before a single-digit slides in, curling. Taehyung's fingers are a lot longer than yours, so he misses the g-spot.

"A little lower, yeah, there, perfect. Now curl- oh my God."

Taehyung follows your instructions, curling his finger to press against the rough patch just as you directed him to. You moan a bit more with the stimulus of both his tongue and finger affected the bundle of nerves, and before long a second finger joins the picture, curling into your sweet spot.

"You're so good, Tae, so f-fucking good," you moan. "P-please let me cum."

Taehyung takes that as encouragement, now working with a newfound determination. It isn't long before you feel your orgasm coming over you, and before you can even warn Taehyung your thighs were clamping around his head and you had to bite down on your fist to keep from screaming.

Taehyung pulled back after you calmed down, a cocky grin on his face. "You came the first time I ate you out- damn I'm good."

"S-Shut up," you say. "Fuck, I came hard. That was intense."

"I know. Your thighs make excellent ear muffs."

"Just fuck me already."

"Sure you can handle it? You seem a little worn out already."

"'M fine, just want you to cum too." You spread your legs again. "Get the condom."

"Shit." Taehyung quickly gets up to look through the pants he had discarded on the floor, retrieving one from his wallet. "You know, I got the strawberry flavored one because I know you like that flavor."

"How sweet. I don't plan on blowing you with a condom on, though."

"No, I don't mean that. I just heard from some girls that they don't like blowing their boyfriends after they take the condom off because it tastes gross and like rubber."

"What girls have you been talking to about this?"

"More like soccer moms ranting on their food blogs, but hey, the things you find out when you're trying to make pollo y arroz," Taehyung grins, tearing open the package and rolling the condom onto his length. The head prods your entrance, but he doesn't put it in yet. "Let me know if you need me to slow down, ok? Or anything at all. I'll even let you slap me if you want."

"I'm not slapping you, Tae. Just go slow."

He does so, slowly going inch by inch. You hiss a little, as it had been a while since you had sex, and Taehyung does the same.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I should've fingered you more. Added another finger or something."

"N-No, you're good, just keep going," you encourage. "Fuck me."

Taehyung pulls out slowly before thrusting back in and repeats the motion before going at a moderate pace. It feels good, and your eyes screw shut in concentration.

You were fucking Taehyung. Kim fucking Taehyung. The boy you mooned over all these years, your long time best friend and short-time boyfriend was inside you and fucking you. It felt surreal.

"You feel so good, Taehyung. So fucking good," you say, wrapping your legs around him as he begins to go faster. "Fucking hell. I already came but you're m-making me-"

"I've got you, baby," he says, grabbing some of your hair and pulling it so you'd expose your neck to him. He leaves wet kisses wherever he pleased, mumbling into your skin. "Just lay back and take it, ok? Let me take care of you."

You whimper at that, tightening your legs around him to drive him impossibly deeper into you. "I think I'm gonna cum."

"Gonna cum for me baby?" he pants. His fist tightens in your hair, and he straightens up, hand sliding down to toy with your clit. "Gonna cum a second time for me? Who else can make you like this?"

"You," you moan out. "You, Taehuyng."

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

"Oh my God, I don't know what's bigger, your dick or your ego."

"My dick's pretty huge, as you can tell by now."

"I s-swear if you make me cum to your bullshit, you annoying ass-"

"You're still close though, aren't you? Because of this annoying ass?" Taehyung smirks.

"Y-Yes."

"Go ahead then. Cum."

You feel the band snap, the knot bursting in the pit of your stomach as you cum. You're left a shaking, sweaty mess, and it's all because of your stupid, wonderful best friend who made old people jokes in bed.

"I f-fucking hate you," you groan.

"Still made you cum twice, though," Taehyung grins. "My dick game is just too strong."

"Take off the stupid condom so I can blow you and go to bed."

Taehyung doesn't need much more coercion. He laid down on the bed as you settled between his thighs. He gets the condom off as soon as he can, and without further ado, you put your mouth on him. You envelop the head into your mouth and begin to bob your head, pumping whatever your throat couldn't reach with your mouth. True enough, eh definitely tasted better than the usual rubber of the condom, and the sweet taste of strawberry made you eager for more.

Taehyung was a breathtaking sight, you had to admit. He looked at you with suck adoration in his eyes, his hand buried into your locks as it followed the rhythm and flow of your bobbing head. And whenever his eyes would roll back or he'd mutter a cuss word under his breath, you knew he was putty in your hands.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come."

Before you knew it he was spilling down your throat, hips bucking up into the heat of your mouth as his thighs trembled beneath you. You swallowed all of it down dutifully until every drop was cleaned up.

"Come here," Taehyung says, breathless. You obey, climbing up the bed to his level as he kisses you, wrapping you in his embrace.

"I taste gross," you chuckle.

"Shut up, my cum doesn't taste gross. You taste like strawberries too."

"I was skeptical, but it turned out to be a good investment."

"God, I love you," he says. "And like, really love you. I know it's totally cliche and cheesy to say after sex but I am so fucking in love with you, Y/N."

“You’re only saying that because I swallowed your load,” you chuckle, nuzzling closer into his warm arms. "I am so fucking in love with you too, Taehyung."

"By the way, I forgot to mention to you but that pink lingerie was really cute."

"You barely paid attention to it! And I paid like, fifty bucks on it."

"Sorry if I wanted to see my girlfriend naked!"

#bts #bangtan #bts taehyung #bts v #bts smut #bts fanfic #taehyung #kim taehyung #v #v smut #taehyung smut

[whyme13wr]

Reading List

 🦋 fluff  |  ☔ angst  | 🔪action/violence | 🧚 fantasy | 🔥 smut

✎ Ongoing series | ✓ Complete → only for series

Seokjin

Ungodly Hour -> Demon!Seokjin 🔥 5k

Headlines of the next -> Ex-Husband!Jin, Colleage!Jin 🔥🔪 36k

Blurred Lines -> Teacher!au, Tattooed Biker!Jin 🔥🦋✓

Magnificat -> luthier!jin x countess!reader 🦋🔥☔ ✎

Yoongi

Haze -> 🔥🦋 6k

Somophoric -> f2l, college!au 🦋🔥 10k

Straight Shooter -> Cyberpunk!au 🔥🦋14k

Mixtape -> college, podcast personality au🦋🔥 15k

Greedy -> Loner!Yoongi 🔥 ✓

three tangerines -> Fuckboy!Yoongi, Brother’sBestFriend!Yoongi ☔🔥✎

Hoseok

Systems Of Touch -> 🔥 9k

Matters of the Heart ->  victorian au 🦋🔥 13k

Apricate -> Strangers2Lovers  🦋🔥 13k

Smoked Peaches -> sequel to molotov coktail 14K

For the First Time -> Neighbor!Hoseok ☔🦋 15k

Molotov Cocktail -> bartender!au ☔🦋🔥 30k

guarded ->  mafia AU ☔🔪🔥 ✓

Flower -> DatingApp!au  ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Spotless Minds ->  Past Lovers!AU ☔🦋🔥 ✎

Jimin

Cat Nap -> Jaguar!Jimin, SandDuneCat!reader 🦋🔥☔ 9k

Young and beautiful -> greatgatsby!au  ☔🔪🦋 12k

Détours -> brother’s best friend!au, college!au ☔🦋🔥 13k 

All Fervent Manner -> Established Relationship!au 🔥🦋 19k

Never Falling -> Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, Assistant!reader 🔥☔ 21k

Part of our  world -> Merman!Jimin 🦋☔ ✓

Blood Moon Rising -> Vampire! Jimin ☔🦋🔥 🔪 🧚 ✎

Novocaine -> Exes!au, 90s, Punk!Jimin  ☔🔥✎

Taehyung

Fever -> Werewolf!Tae, Human!reader 🔥 1k

I Choose You -> Werewolf!au 🔥 5k

Moonstruck -> Werewolf!Tae, ArrangedMarriage!au 🔥🦋 7k

Nox -> Vampire!Tae, Human!reader, Historical!au 🦋🔥🔪🧚 10k

Page Turner -> Teacher!Tae, Librarian!Reader 🦋🔥 13k

Let it snow -> fwb!au  🦋🔥18k

The Forsaken -> Siren!Taehyung 🔥🔪🧚 22k

Chism -> WinterGod!au 🔥🧚 ✓

Kinda Hot -> CampusFlirt!Tae, SweetGirl!reader ✓

White Lies -> ChildhoodFriends!au ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Jungkook

Too close -> Wife!reader, Boxer!Kook ☔ 1k

Under The Blankets -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🔥5k

Moonlight  -> soulmate!au; friends to lovers!au 🦋☔7k

NEVER LET YOU GO. -> tattoo artist!jjk 🦋🔥 7k

Perfect Timing -> BestFriendsToLovers 🦋🔥8k

A Touch Of Fate -> soulmate!au; enemies to lovers!au 🔥☔9k

I Don’t Like A Gold Rush -> College!au, Strangers2Lovers!au 🦋☔17K

Deal -> Demon!jk ☔🔥19k

midas -> enemies to lovers!au, ceo!au, magical realism!au 🦋☔ 32k

Ember Burning -> enemies to lovers!au, Dragon!au 🔥🧚36k

Hiraeth -> Royalty!au ☔🦋🔥🔪✓

To Tame A God -> Werwolf!au ☔🦋🔥🔪🧚 ✓

Rule #5 -> f2l  🦋🔥☔ ✓

Evolution of a lover’s heart -> College!au, Fuckboy!jk ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Until We Meet Again -> PastLife!au ☔🦋 ✓

Elemental -> SecondChanceRomance, ModernFantasy☔🦋🔥🧚 ✓

An Ode To A Broken Heart -> BestFriends!au  ☔🔥🦋 ✎

Most Undesirable -> Bridgerton!au ✎

EXO

A Space Saga -> ✓

Welcome to the Exodus Mall -> different stories, same place, with every EXO members   ✓

Baekhyun

The Morning Haze -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Play & play -> bf & gamer! Baek 🦋🔥

Touch It -> 🔥 4k

Let's Have Some Gentle Fun -> 7k 🔥

Star-Crossed -> Romani!au, MagicalRealism!au 8k 🦋 ☔🔪🧚

Prohibited -> Mafia!au, 20′s, Detective!au 🔥 13k

Finding Atlantis -> Pirate!au, EnemiesToLovers 🦋🔥☔🧚 ✓

It’s A Date -> Strangers2Lovers 🦋 ✓

Love Coach -> Nerd!Baek  🦋🔥✓

Monster Stalker -> Vampire!au🔥☔🧚 ✓

Siren ->  🦋 ☔ 🔥🧚 ✎

Chanyeol

Songs  We Sing Together -> Established Relationship!au 🔥🦋 2k

Jigsaw Pieces -> 🦋☔2k

Letters To My Lover -> F2L 🦋🔥 5k

A Taste of Sunflowers -> Honeymoon!au 🔥🦋 13k

Kim Junmyeon

A World, Coloured by You -> Childhood!Bff, Soulmate!au 🦋5k

A Sea Flower -> Merman!au, TreasureHunter!au 🧚

Not Without Her -> Heir!au, Maid!au ☔🦋🔥✎

Do Kyungsoo

Small Moments -> Slice of life ☔🦋

Small Hours of Delight -> husband!Kyungsoo 🦋

Valiant -> Confort! ☔ 1k

No Place Like Home -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Cellophane Cursive -> Letter!au 🦋☔1k

Steam ->  EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Do You Know How to Grow Blueberries? -> StrangersToLovers 🦋3k

unintentional -> neighbor!soo  🦋3k

Something Sweet

No Other Reason -> FriendToLovers 🦋☔4k

The Busy Bean ->  ceo!au, coffeeshop!au 🔥4k

twenty one petals -> commoner!soo, princess!reader☔🦋8k

Mizumono -> Vampire!reader, Doctor!kyungsoo,  19thCenturyGothicHorror!au ☔🦋🔥🧚 10k

The Edge of Summer -> FriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔13k

The Name of the Rose -> StudyBuddies!au ☔🦋🔥✎

Third Name -> Royalty!au  ☔🦋✎

Unknown Thoughts  -> ☔🦋✎

TXT

Something New To Learn -> threesome 🔥

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 -> Soobin or Beomgyu 🦋☔ ✓

Yeonjun

Let’s Run Away -> Criminal!yeonjun  ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Soobin 

Planetarium -> Royal!au, ArrangedMarriage!au 6k 🦋☔🔥🔪

Epirus -> Ghost!au 🦋☔🔪 11k

Perfectly Perfect -> Prince!Soobin 🦋 ✓

Beomgyu 

The Prince And The Jackal -> Prince!Beomgyu, Metalbender!reader  🦋☔🧚 11k

What About Us? -> ArrangedMarriage!au, ceo!beomgyu ☔🦋🔪 ✓

Mark Tuan

Do It -> f2l 🦋🔥5k

Karina

The Only One I Want ->  idol!Jimin  🦋✎

About You -> Idol!Jimin and huh yunjin  🦋✎

THE STORY (is this the end?) -> soulmate!au  🦋✎

Elijah Mickaelson

A Night to Remember -> pwp 5k 🔥

[dylanxmin]

Dancing in Smoke

childhoodfriend!taehyung x addict!reader

pairing; kim taehyung x reader

genre; smut! fluff! angst!

warnings; unprotected sex! fingering! swearing!

addiction! bad behaviors! using drug!

summary; y/n had many problems in her mind, so ease these thoughts and pains with whatever she can find, and there is her childhood friend, which always cares for her, but y/n always ignored him and her feelings, but clearly not anymore.

a/n; it’s just a one-shot about Taehyung, i just wanted to write a little thing about him, hope you can enjoy it while reading, lots of love✨💜

When you heard another crashing voice, echoing in the whole place, through the kitchen, you couldn’t handle with your anger inside of you, urgent feelings about getting away from here, anywhere but here, take over you so you get up and without hesitation, pulled yourself out of this house, like the other times, it never surprises you, how you fill with anger, in this house. How many times you tried to run from here but ended up here again, due to your lack of freedoms.

Your hands headed to your pocket, immediately to find something for easing your mind and maybe calm your anger, but as this wasn’t your first time, being this angry towards your filthy family, you knew that it wasn’t going to ease you, but with no hesitation you light up your cigarette, where you took from your pocket, directly put between your lips, and with the first breathe, smoke headed to your throat, burn it with a little deep bitter feeling, entering your lungs and suffocate you. This familiar feeling, wandered around your body, bring easiness to your mind, but your hands were still shaky, though.

When you decided to go somewhere quiet, a little glimpse of a body, appeared on the corner of your eyes, so you gave a little look over there and see a person you wish you didn’t, at least not while smoking and shaking by the anger. You act like you see nothing, start to walk to somewhere quiet and dark, it would much better if you be in somewhere darker, get high by there and even forget where were you, you wished.

Reaching your regular place for losing yourself and leaving all your pain behind, had joy in you, but it didn’t last, because these things can’t bring you permanent joys in life, as you always feel miserable, unhappy or angry. Because of your semi-sake mentality, you couldn’t even finish your semester in college, so you came back to your home, which its never felt like a home to you, never ever bring you joy or peace while you staying there, and it didn’t bring this time, either. You take your place, on the ground while still thinking about the fight that goes on in your house, at this moment, and it’s driving you crazy all over again, so you smoke your cigarette so long for feeling the suffocating on your lungs again, that pain could take your mind from your family. Unintentionally, you think for a better family, caring and maybe even lovely parents, you think but as soon as the taught of this lovely family lighted in your mind, it made you laugh from irony, that you know this could never happen for you.

You were the type of a person who holds her emotions to herself, never truly trusts other people, or open your heart for someone, but you kinda forced to be like this, thanks to your lovely parents, who taught you to be a doubtful, uncaring person as you, now. So, you didn’t mind them anymore, at least you wish that, but whenever you came back to this place and hearing their fights over you, money, or even for other people, it drives you crazy every damn time, and you couldn’t help but feel useless every time, you being here.

Your hand reach your pocket one more time, but this wasn’t for a cigarette, but for something little, pink and round pill in your pocket. As you took it from your pocket, take it to your eyes to give a look at it, for searching its quality and give a smell it but, it didn’t smell of course. While you get ready to take it, to your mouth a voice stopped you from doing it, and annoyance starts to grow in you, while you taking a look at where the voice came from.

“What are you doing here, again?” seeing him, wakened some feelings you been familiar with, over the time, but still you didn’t place it on your face, rather gave a blank stare at him. You wished to not see him in here, while you taking some pills that could make you lose yourself, drown you in some hallucinations, as a result. So, staying in this position, in front of him, makes you feel desperate and useless, who uses drugs to get away her problems, because she is too immature to deal with them by herself with a sober mind, make you feel vulnerable in front of him, again. You hold your hand up, and showed it to him, smirking a little, seeing his disappointed stares, didn’t surprise you at all, as you see those expressions all the time, in your life.

“Did you decide to join me, Taehyung?” you asked, but barely hold your voice from breaking, shaking in stir, using his name in your mouth, gave a thrill to your lips, tongue and all. He gets closer to you, as you stare him, your eyes wandered around him, from bottom to top, he cut your breath, causing you stinging feelings on your chest, as always. His long legs start to get closer to you, inside of a tight black denim, top of it, loose red shirt, gave you permission to peak his shoulder and collarbones, you thank to it, between your thoughts, and when you reached his face, surrounded by his rough black hair, giving him a killer look, feelings bump to your heart really quick but you should hold yourself from giving a clue about your feelings, because it would go bad for both of you, as you know yourself, for a really long time.

You take your looks from him, to place somewhere else, as he now placed right beside you, and you could feel his warmth over here, because you were that close. “What happened?” his soft, caring voice overturned you, because you know that he is sincere about this as he is a such a lovely boy, that he is the only person who could bring you peace, by just standing right beside you, without any clue about it.

He was your childhood friend, crush, lover, whatever one calls someone, while feeling ease, peaceful and cozy around him, your first and last love, as you can’t be or don’t want to be with someone. His voice could give someone a heart attack and serenity, at the same time, and it was like this for you, too. You didn’t reply to him or look at him, as you try to look uninterested by him, because feelings could make you do some crazy things, and you know it well, so it's better to not acting.

“I’m just worried about you, Y/N. I just can’t bear up the idea of you, getting harm to yourself, it’s suffocates me, every fucking time.” he looks directly at you, as you can feel his stares on your right side, heat rushed through there, itchy feeling start to grow. His hands placed between his curled up legs, holding to each other, but you could no longer look at him because he could catch your looks on himself. “So, just don’t worry about me then,” you spoke with careless voice, as you tried hard to imitate it, trying not to show any emotion, or a clue about your true feelings. His disappointed look placed once again in his eyes, as managing it was a success but at the same time, caused you a big ache on your chest, stings from deep down of you. “And do what?” you felt his temper, from here, inside of you, and his body turns fully to you now, as he continued, “Should I do nothing and watch you getting harm yourself, all over again, all the damn fucking time!” his veins now were visible, due to his yells with deep voice, in his eyes, there were some emotions that you couldn’t understand, or he was just furious at you.

“Yeah, you do exactly that,” you said with rage that striking inside of you, reaches your mind and take the control from you, while he was staring at you with glowing eyes, licking his bottom lips, bring some juicy feelings inside of you, numbness now ruling on you. “Just do what everyone did to me? You don’t need to worry about me.” you continued in a low voice, but his hands placed on yours, as you puzzled with his act, your eyes met last than a second, so you tried to take your hands from his, but they were bigger and stronger than yours, so it was useless but you did it anyway. His warm hands, hold yours while you trying to get away from his looks all over you, destroying you with burning stares at you, because he was too much for you to handle on your own, he was too hot for you to not to fall for him, as you feel so weak now, under his touches that brings you the edge of your emotions.

His sweet voice, sing to your ears once again, “Say something to me Y/N. I want to feel useful for you, I want to do something for you.” his thumbs now making a circle on your hand, giving you joy and unbearable feelings, that you wanted to jump over him, but you probably shouldn’t do. Your eyes met once again, a glow pass through in his eyes, visibly that excitement grows in you, so you literally cry out at him, “Kiss me,” his surprised expression stayed on him for a while, but then, a desire placed on his eyes, so he leaned on you, coming closer to you, now you can feel his breath all over your face, and it’s driving you crazy, heat lounge your body, his hands were holding your face now, and within a minute, his lips met with yours, with dominant attitude.

His soft, warm and wet lips, touched yours with a lightning in your mind, numbness rushed into your thoughts, you could only feel his touches on your body, his lips on your lips, crashing, capturing your body with his existence, his hands were on your waist, back of your hand, and felt everywhere on you.

Place starts to fade away, getting more blurry by his touches, so you used your last drop of control, and take a place on his lap, sit on his warm, swollen part, and a smirk placed on your lips, as you heard his little moan by between on his lips. His eyes were burning in desire, nothing like a minute ago, now they were filled with hungry intentions, greedy hands were touching your body, his fingertips used force to your body, as he wants more.

“I want you,” you whispered before leaning on his neck, leaving wet kisses, and tiny bites at there, and it made him moan little more, filled you with joy, you felt a little pressure between in your legs, and it caused heavy stream on you. His hands grabbed your thigh, you leaned your head by his touch, and his pressure on your body, as he leaned to your neck, wet kisses placed on your neck, while you lose yourself by his touches.

“I need you, Y/N” he spoke under his heavy breaths, sounds so desperate for you, as you were feeling the same way as him, desperately need his touch, his embrace on you. Your breath interrupted by his surprising touch, placed on your clit, atop of your short, you gasped over his move and in a glance at him, his eyes were filled with satisfaction, due to your attitude towards his move.

As your shaky hands moved up to his chest, he takes this for an invitation for acting freely, fingers now were frisking your clit, under your underwear, his sweet touches plays with you, like a pro, as you were in such a joy by his touches, you didn’t mind it. He made a few round circle, directly on your clit, intentionally drives you crazy by his moves, wanted to hear your begs over and over to him, as you say ‘please’ to him for a couple time. “Taehyung, please take me, please!”

An exclamation cry out in your mouth, fades on last minutes, but his smirk grow bigger on his face, as he licks his lips, you say please to him again, unintentionally. Just when you look at him, in the eyes, then his fingers slide in your underwear and played with your clit, without any obstacle now, but you wanted him in you, feel him inside of you. “Do you want this?” he ask you, while his fingers touch your walls, not entering but making you shake even from there, and before you could say a word, after opened your mouth to say yes, his two-finger move inside of you, his coldness freshens you up and you felt your heat, spreading over his fingers. A gasp flees in your mouth, as he forces your walls, which they embraced his fingers, he touched in deep down of you, while putting a kiss on your chest.

Your greedy hands hold him now, as you want more, more of him and he nipped at your earlobe as some kind of a response to you, so he continued with hitching your shirt, to open your chest and allowing himself a full access, with that his muggy lips touched you on your exposed chest, while he painting your chest with marks with little bites between sweet kisses, you gasped a little breathe, by your mouth. “I want you, Taehyung. I want you so bad,” you whispered to him as his fingers were still playing with your walls, conquering your body with his little, but deep moves. “Ahh-“ his voice came very deep down in him, his moaning weakened you, because you felt his hunger for you, “Fuck, Y/N, you are so beautiful, and I want you so bad!” as he said that, you lean to kiss him, because you needed to kiss him, his lips on yours, numbing your mind, while he uncover his pants hurriedly.

While he cherishing your shoulder and chest, which it was fully exposed at that moment, he lifted up his two fingers, to your mouth, pressing them on your lips. Understanding his intentions, you opened your mouth and covered his fingers with your mouth, hitting them with your tongue, as he leaned his head back and moaned. “That’s it, baby girl,”

You withdrew yourself, by licking his fingers and stare at him with dirty looks, glares pass through on your eyes, as getting the message, he slide your underwear to the side, and without any hesitation, roughly thrusting forward himself and entering you, a feeling of completed, placed in you, felt not alone, after so many years in your life, he filled you with his warmth. An involuntary whine, slip through your mouth, as feeling him inside of you, giving you a good pressure in there, and after hearing your whines, he pressed himself, deeper in you by holding your waist, pulling you to himself forcefully.

You started to move together, his huge hands on your waist, giving you the confidence to act freely, so you leaned your head to the back, as he gets a chance to grab your breast with his lips, putting soft kisses on them, as you moaned louder now, while his soft, slow kisses stealing your breaths by your lungs, intentionally.

His hand, lost the touch of your waist, and reached your hair, pulling them semi-hardly, shivered your body by his little move, Taehyung’s name falling on your lips over and over again, in this moment, as giving him to permission for going harder and faster in you, as he did. You both start to move faster, his touches, pressures grew harder on you, soft kisses turn into little bites, causing you to lose yourself in this hiding place of you.

You need a moment to hold on to him, so reached his shoulders to not pass out, by pleasure, as your wetness thickens on him, causing you to tremble with pleasure, you were the edge of coming, “I-I can’t,” you whispered but his little touch on your nipple, pulling it softly, cut your breathe so you couldn’t finish your word, but he leaned on your ear,

“Come with me baby girl,” his soft demand was the last drop for you so, you gave up to hold on and with a heavy shake, put your forehead on his shoulder, as he pulled himself in you, with a deep moan, he joined you.

Pleasure wandered around your body, while your heavy breathes meddling each other, his hand placed on the back of your head starts to patting you softly, while you trying to regain your strength. Little smirk placed on your lips, as the idea rushed through your mind, the idea of sleeping with Taehyung, feeling him at the deep down in you, giving pleasure at each other, soft kisses, touches that you received by him, you drop a kiss on his shoulder.

His hand stopped after your move, between on your heavy breathing’s, his hands grabbed your head, causing you to look at him in the eyes, an ache you felt on your lungs, by looking at his eyes, directly. His lips, placed on yours, semi-hardly but more emotionally now, as he put his forehead on yours, blowing his breathe on your face so they butt in each other.

“I love you, Y/N,” you grew weaker, with his confession, feeling his sincere emotions in you, hearing these caring words by him, you grew sicker on the heart, but from happiness. You wished to hear these words from him, at least a thousand times by now, you couldn’t even think of these words, coming from his mouth even in your vicious dreams, but here in this moment, you heard them by his lips. You felt his hesitations because of your quietness, so you look at him, by pulling yourself a little back, touch his brows, cheeks, and his lips while looking into his eyes, because you couldn’t be more thankful at this particular moment in your life, after all those shitty days, he was in your arms, kissing you with passion, with love. His eyes were impatiently looking at yours, needing an answer, so you leaned on his lips, softly brushed his lips, under yours.

“I love you, Taehyung,” your whisper, came out by your lips, reached him with a wide smile, placed both on you, by happiness.

Your heart grew warmer, with his touches on you, his lips, his love towards you, glaring eyes looking directly at yours, with full of love, you couldn’t ask more, reached the best moment of you, with him by your side, your hearts in peace, love for each other, so you just rushed your lips at his, making a kiss that could last forever.

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#kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #bts imagines #bts au #bts smut #jimin x reader #hoseok x reader #jin x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #imagines #fanfic #dylanxmin

[masiseoyo]

Jungkook fic masterlist

SERIES

20 somethings - oilblotter (friends to lovers)

A

Anemia – kittae (smut, horror)

A well-oiled machine – jincherie (fluff, angst, smut, android)

All I’ve got – btsjeonjazz (angst, smut, fluff, badboy!jungkook)

And they were roommates - yoonminnow (smut, angst, college!AU)

Aromatherapy- iq-biased (smut)

And action – prolixitae (smut)

About time – yoonia (angst, time travel!AU, soulmate!AU)

Animal – cutaepatootie (angst, smut, boxer!jungkook)

Aint my fault - failaise - (vampire!jungkook)

B

Bunny boy - parkmuse (smut, fluff, angst, bunny!jungkook)

Best you’ve ever had - ggukjoons (fuckboy!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, university!AU, fluff, angst smut)

Blank check – pantaemonium (College!AU, fuckboy!AU, smut)

Blackjack - kpopfanfictrash (smut, switch!jungkook, mafia!AU)

Bunbun - jungkookienoona (bunny!jungkook, fluff, smut, angst

Bitchin’ - Kinktae (fratboy!jungkook, 1980′s!AU, smut)

C

Cardiovascular palpitations – hayjeon (fluff,angst, smut, friendswithbenefits!AU, doctors!AU)

Cherry – kpopstories (taehyung x reader x jungkook, angst, smut, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, love triangle)

Comfort in ending - joonbird (angst, smut)

Cop-a-feel - cinnaminsvga (smut, fluff, angst, humor, robot!AU, sub!jungkook)

D

Deal – nchu (smut, fluff?, boss!jungkook)

Downfall - donewithjeon (Assassian!AU, angst)

Drag me down (to hell) - kimvtae (Mafia!AU, smut)

DNA – btssavedmylifeblr (smut, angst, bull!jungkook)

E

Escape – jjkfire (fluff)

Extra cheese, please! - vankoya (bestfriends to lovers, housemates!AU)

Elements – tayegi (OT7, magic!AU)

Ego - suga-kookiemonster (smut, humor, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, fratboy!AU)

Expensive mistakes - honeyedhoseok (angst, fluff, vampire!jungkook)

F

Fallout - pantaemonium (Horror, angst, apocalyptic!AU, gore)

Fall for you - kimvtae (fuckboy!jungkook, college!AU, smut)

Falling into you - kookingtae (college!AU, shy/nerd!jungkook, smut, angst)

Feelings - gukspoc (pornstar!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut)

Freak – junk0oksthighs (OT7, smut, gore, college!AU, thriller!AU)

Future hearts – jungblue (smut, angst, punk!jungkook, ft. jimin)

Fatal attraction – jungcock (serial killer!AU, angst, smut, ft. taehyung)

Felicity - nochugguk (thriller, smut, panther hybrid!jungkook, possessive!jungkook)

Fear in your eyes - gukyi (werewolf!AU, angst)

For science - Boymeetsweevil (smut, nerd!Jungkook)

G

Get you – oilblotter (spiderman!AU, angst)

Good cop, bad cop - btsfiles (asshole FBI!jungkook, cop!AU, action, angst, drama, smut)

H

Hidden stars – jungblue (angst, smut, idol!AU)

His - taecas (angst, fluff, smut, werewolf!jungkook)

Hands of fire - kookingtae (smut, angst, fluff, ft. Yoongi, princess!reader, servant!jungkook, lord!yoongi)

I

Interview – plumblackjeon (angst, smut, boxer!jungkook)

In it to win it - bluesxde (figure skating!AU, enemies to lover, angst, smut, romance)

In motion - yoonia (smut, masturbation club!AU)

I hate you, i love you – Jungblue (angst, smut, bestfriend to lovers)

Innocence - tamaguk (smut)

It’s all fun and games – cupofteaguk (angst, fluff, fake dating!AU)

In bloom - Tayegi (smut, werewolf!jungkook)

I wont stop you - imsarabum (smut, angst, fluff, vampire!jungkook)

Instant gratification - chinnychimchim (Fuckboy!jungkook, smut, cheerleader!reader)

In spite of it all - minstrivia (smut, angst, crack, badboy!jungkook, college!AU)

J

JJK – plumlackjeon (smut, angst)

Jealous – jungk0oksthighs (smut, dom!jungkook)

It takes two to make a thing go right - imaginethisbts (ft. taehyung, dogboy hybrid!AU, smut)

K

Kiss me - monoguk (angst, fluff)

Knifes edge - readyplayerhobi (angst, smut, fluff, mafia!jungkook x reader x jimin)

L

Let me stay close to you – 9uk (angst, bully!jungkook, fluff)

Lust and errors - Imaginethisbts (step brother!jungkook, smut)

Laggard – monoguk (Smut, fuckboy!jungkook?, angst)

Lonely hearts club - joonbird (smut, angst, ft. yoongi, tattoartist!jungkook, sci-fi!AU

Lifeline - forgottenpasta (angst, fluff, smut, fantasy, OT7, idol!AU, vampire!AU)

Lifted - houseofdemi (smut, stoner!Jungkook)

Lost boy - hoshikimatata (angst)

M

Midnight suck - kainks (vampire!jungkook, destined lovers!AU)

Mercurial - versigny (vampire!jungkook,, angst, fluff)

Morning rush - atdawnsuga (smut, angst)

Message delivered - silkhyung (fluff, smut, angst, humor, jungkook x reader x namjoon)

Make a home out of you - guktwt (angst, fluff, smut)

Monster – btssmutgalore (smut, angst, fratboy!jungkook, fuckboy!jungkook, college!AU)

Mr. Min – ellieljade (smut, angst, fluff, yoongi x reader x jungkook)

Mirrors - yoonia (smut, friends with benefits!AU)

My way – ellieljade (smut, angst, fuckboy!jungkook, dom!jungkook, friends with benefits)

N

Not about angels - angieherpderp101 (angel mythology!AU, angst, fluff)

Noona - honeyedhoseok (college!au, smut)

New rules - tayegi (fuckboy!jungkook, fratboy!jungkook, college!AU, smut angst)

Navy - jjkfire (childhoodfriend!AU, idol!AU, angst, fluff)

O

Out of the blue – imaginethisbts (dogboy hybrid!AU, smut)

Owner - jessikahathouvay (dog hybrid!jungkook)

P

Periapt – jincherie (exorcist!AU, demon!AU, incubus!jungkook, smut)

periculum - baeseoul (gang!AU, mafia!jungkook, angst, smut)

protege - baeseoul (dom!reader, sub!jungkook, angst, smut)

Paperdoll – winetae (drama, angst, smut, Idol!AU, ex-boyfriend!jungkook)

Purple jewels - parkmuse (jimin x reader x jungkook, smut, fluff, angst, genie!jimin)

Project promiscuity - seokkgenie (fluff, smut, angst, crack,  best friends to lovers!AU,

R

Redolent – baeseoul (indie rocker!jungkook, ex-boyfriend!jungkook, OT7, smut, angst)

Raising demons - jeonseok (smut, fluff, humor, demon!jungkook)

Room for dessert - avveh (smut, waiter!jungkook)

Racig hormones - noonatrash (smut, noon!reader)

Roomates - Tayegi (smut, angst)

S

Sweet saccharine – jjkfire (fluff, sugardaddy!jungkook)

save me - baeseoul (vampire!jungkook, angst, fluff, angst)

Snowed in - gukiee (angst, fluff, smut, humor, one night stand)

Skulls and roses - kcriture (College!AU, tattooartist!jungkook)

Sectures and stitches - hayjeon (angst, action, fluff, smut, hitman!jungkook, bestfriends!AU)

Snow and ice - hayjeon (snowboarder!jungkook, olympic!AU, smut, fuckboy!jungkook)

Scarlet envy - goldenjulychild (vampire!jungkook x soulmate!reader, angst, smut)

Sillag - Deerguk - (smut, fluff, soulmate!AU

Silver spoon - Aphroditekook (smut, angst, fluff, son of CEO!jungkook, bisexual!reader, spoilt!jungkook, jobless!reader)

T

The brothel – plumbackjeon (smut, angst)

Tomorrow - jungk0oksthighs (angst, smut, maknae line x reader)

True care - joonsgalaxy  (bodyguard!jungkook, fake dating!AU, fluff, angst, smut)

Third degree burn – winetae (dragon!jungkook, smut, fluff, humor, fantasy!AU)

Tessellate - winetae ( jhope x reader x jungkook, smut, angst fuckboy!AU)

The purge – seouledsoul2kpop

Two rotten apples - chickenkooks (smut, angst, university!AU)

The awakening- kainks (vampire!jungkook, asshole!jungkook, smut)

The black veil - jungcock (vampire!reader x human!jungkook, angst, mystery)

The real drug war - plumblackjeon (angst, smut, mafia!jungkook)

U

Uncontrollably fawn’d – oilblotter (Doe!oc, buck!jungkook, shifter!AU, college!AU, fluff)

Ultramarine - awtae (vampire!jungkook, soulmate!AU, fantasy, angst, smut, fluff)

V

Void – btssavedmylifeblr (OT7,angst, smut, sci-fi!AU)

W

Waiting - yoonminnow (jungkook x reader x jhope, resturant!AU, host!jungkook, waiter!jhope, crack, smut, angst)

White lilies – plumblackjeon (angst, smut, ft. taehyung)

When the sky rained greed – jungblue (angst, smut, post-apocalyptic!AU)

When you least expect it – johobi (smut, angst fluff, taehyung x reader x jungkook)

Wanted – jincherie(space!AU, alien!AU, alien!jungkook, smut)

Y

You’ll never walk alone – jungk0oksthighs (got7,OT7, gang!AU, angst, smut)

You make my heart hadouken – readyplayerhobi (fluff, angst, smut)

SCENARIOS

A

A weeb’a guide to pyromania - vankoya (college!AU, weeb!AU, fuck-girl!AU, smut, crack?)

Ace - hijoonie (smut, fluff, angst, athlete!jungkook, artist!jungkook!)

A fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon - cutaepatootie (angst, fluff, smut)

Arachne-boy - kinktae (spiderman!jungkook, bestfriends to lovers!AU, fluff, angst, crack)

B

Before dusk -luciditae (fluff, fate!AU)

Bad for you - yoonia (smut, angst, stripper!jungkook)

Bad boy!jungkook - mlkygguk (jealous!jungkook, humor)

By its cover - gimmesumsuga (smut)

Blue orchids - inktae (soulmate!AU, angst, fluff, ft. jimin)

Below thunder showers - inktae (sci-fi!AU, angst, fluff, ft. yoongi)

Breaking and entering - jungkookienoona (officer!jungkook, smut, crack)

Beauty and the beast - guksthighs (fairytale!AU, smut, fluff, angst)

Bite me - jeonsweetpea (smut, vampire!jungkook, angst, fluff, switch!jungkook)

Bold - modestlydreaming (smut)

Blue jeans - Deerguk (angst, fluff, smut)

C

Crosshairs - junghelioseok (smut, angst, secret agent!AU)

Cold coffe - jungblue (smut)

Captain america!jungkook - hayjeon (Smut)

Cinnabar - jincherie (smut, strawberry shortcake au, post-apocalyptic au, crack)

Click, click - seokoloqy (smut, virgin!jungkook, college!AU)

D

Damn the delivery boy - Deerguk (smut, fluff, Expecting parents!AU)

Chasing butterflies - Ddaenggtan (fluff, smut, Nerd!Jungkook, weeb!Jungkook, crack)

E

Energy - jjungkooked (fluff, humor)

Friendly fire - kpopfanfictrash (jhope x reader x jungkook, threesome, dom!jhope, switch!reader, switch!jungkook

F

First light - inktae (angst,fluff, sci-fi, ft. taehyung)

G

Good girl - oppamansae

Gravity - donewithjeon (fluff, angst, bestfriends!AU)

Gravity check - gimmesumsuga (smut, fluff, rock climbing!AU)

H

Hate to love you - iamjungkooked (romace, angst, smut, enemies to lovers!AU)

Human error - gardentulips (robot!jungkook, angst, fluff)

Hopping mad for you - readyplayerhobi (smut, fluff, virging!jungkook, sub!jungkook, rabbit!jungkook)

I

Ice prince - gukyi (figure skatin!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, fluff, angst)

J

Jasmine - btssmutgalore (smut)

Jeon Jungkook must die - Tayegi (smut,angst, switch!jungkook)

It starts and ends with you - zienth (fluff, smut, friends to lovers!AU, dom!junkook)

L

Lilac wisteria - blushoseoks (fluff, angst, slice of life!AU

Lifetimes - minsvga (fluff, angst, smut, reincarnation!AU, soulmates!AU, highscool!AU)

Long lost - gukyi (childhood friends!AU, celebrity!AU, fluff, comedy, angst)

La dolce vita - sopewriters (smut, werewolf!jungkook, werewolf!reader)

M

My euphoria - gukster (fake dating!AU, CEO!jungkook, florist!oc, fluff)

Moonlight melody - gykyi (fake dating!AU, university orchestra!AU, vacation!AU, fluff, angst)

(1) Missed call - seokoloqy (smut, idol!AU, phonesex)

N

Not so honest - wonhopes (smut, comedy, fluff, switch!jungkook)

No one better than you - gardentulips (smut, fluff, sugarbaby!jungkook)

O

Orange tulips - kainks (soulmate!AU, reincarnation!AU, angst, fluff, smut)

overdrive - junqkook - (vampire!jungkook, soulmate!au, smut, ft. werewolf!jimin, dom!jungkook)

P

Proposals - pjxmin (smut, fluff, angst, friends to lovers!AU)

Protection - gukspoc (angst, smut, fluff, mafia!AU, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader)

Playing with fire - floralseokjin (College!AU, switch!jungkook)

Pen pals - gukyi (fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers!AU)

Play pretend -  seokoloqy (smut, angst, soccer player!jungkook, fake dating!AU)

R

Red ink - floofyeol (Vampire!jungkook, fluff)

S

Second to none - minnpd (smut)

Serendipity - goldenscript (enemies to lover!AU, college!AU, romance, drama, fluff)

Snack thief - floralseokjin (smut, humor, domesticated, fluff)

Splinter - jungblue (angst, smut, college!AU, ex-boyfriend!jungkook)

Something in the water - vankoya (camping!AU, friends to lovers!AU, smut)

Sleepy - floralseokjin (smut, fluff, morning sex)

Switch lanes - gukgalore (smut, fluff, angst)

Since day one - gukgalore (smutt, fluff, angst, tattoartist!jungkook, boxer!jungkook, werewolf!Jungkook, bestfriends to lover!AU)

T

Tooth and claw - johobi (werewolf!jungkook,smut)

The underwear thief - gukyi (crack, fuff, smut, neighbours!AU)

The devils change up - jungblue ( smut, fluff, college!AU, baseball player!jungkook)

The swirling ways of stars - inktae (angst, fluff, fantay!AU

Tell me your secrets - jinpire (fluff, romance, humor, shifter!AU, bunny!jungkook)

The millionaire and his lover - gukyi (CEO!jungkook, friends to lovers!AU, fake relationship!AU, fluff, angst, smut)

The wedding planners - gukyi ( (enemies to lovers!AU, wedding!AU, fluff, angst, smut )

Tattoo artist!Jungkook - btsfix (fluff, humor)

The philosophy of good luck - kidguk (Tattooartist!jungkook, tattoo parlor!AU, roommate!AU, smut, fluff, humor)

Tinder - tayegi (smut)

Teething - sue-bts (smut, bunny!jungkook, sub!jungkook

The push - underthejoon (smut, fluff, angst, college!AU, friends to lovers!AU,

U

Under the bridge - jincherie (hybrid!AU, fluff, smut, angst)

V

Vaunt - yminie (college!AU, fratboy!jungkook, fuckboy!jungkook, fratparty!AU, smut)

valiant - ragingcravings (dom!jungkook, vampire!jungkook, smut)

Vampire’s suck - Sopewriters (werewolf!reader, vampire!jungkook, smut, fluff)

W

What’s mine is mine - avveh (Jeaous!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, smut)

Why I hate you - floofyeol (fluff, angst)

What are bestfriends for? - gukooky (highschool!AU, bestfriend!AU, fluff, angst)

Z

Zero gravity - vankoya (cowboy!AU, smut, crack)

#i accidently deleted this #bts #bts masterlist #jungkook #jungkook masterlist #smut #fluf #jungkook bangtan bomb #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #jungkook au #bts au #vampire jungkook #werewolf jungkook #vampire bts #jungkook hybrid au #bts hybrid au #bts vampire au #jungkook vampire au

[bangstanfics]

Some lil updates

I’ve been so IA on here and I sincerely apologize!! Life has kept me busy and away, with very little time to write. I just wanted to take a moment to thank and greet all my new followers. I can’t believe you all gave this little account 300 followers TT-TT I’m so grateful to each of you and I hope to repay you with posting a fic soon! Here's a little update on how my writing process has been:

No Good Deed - Originally a one shot but has turned into a full blown series oof. The more I wrote, the more I realized I wanted to flesh the plot out more and I ended up adding subplot after subplot. Not wanting to get rid of my ideas, I decided I’ll just go with it and turn NGD into a series. It’ll probably be anywhere from 5-8 chapters?  

The Man in the Mask - Thinking of renaming it? Either Art of Deception or Master of Illusion. Not sure though. Still a one shot, but a VERY long one rip

The Strange Case of Dr. Park and Baby Jay - Outline is complete! And I wrote a few pages already. I like the direction it’s going in and I’m really optimistic for this fic!

Stranded -Still working on the outline!

WIPs in Progress

One Shots:

CEO!Yoongi x Secretary!Reader - Business Hours

Taehyung x Reader: Childhoodfriends!AU - Cross the Line

NPC!Taehyung x Gamer!Reader - Glitch

Delinquent!Jimin x Baker!Reader - Skeletons in the Wind

Philosopher!Namjoon x Patient!Reader - Seoul Searching

Series:

Satisfaction Guaranteed

OT7 series

Woker!BTS

The Fuckboy Chronicles

OT7 series

College!AU

#bangstanfics blurbs

[bangtangalicious]

the glow up | pjm, kth (1)

pairing: jimin x reader, taehyung x reader ft. a splash of jungkook

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, angst drama childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 3.5k

warnings: body image issues, car sex, road...riding(?), exhibitionist themes, groping, toxic behavior, lots of making out, dirty talk, boys being problematic, weight loss, slut-shaming, unprotected sex (disclaimer: everyone’s body is beautiful. there is no ideal weight or body type! you’re beautiful) 

part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7                                                    masterlist

The sun rays filtered through your blinds, and as you felt the piercing heat on your skin you smiled. Summer was finally here. You had come back from college just a few days ago, and had yet to catch up with your old friends.

You were really excited this time. The past year, you and Jimin had made a pact to hold each other accountable and go to the gym. You were proud of your hard work, and the results showed.

You had always been the chubbier friend. Not to the point where anyone really noticed, but you did. Jimin would relate to you back in the day, as you both would get teased by his friends for his cheeks. Today was Jimin’s pool party, and you were expecting to make a grand entrance to show off your new body. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Everyone would be unable to take their eyes off of you.

Taehyung had graciously offered to pick you up since he would be in the area to pick up the alcohol anyways. You saw from your window as his white convertible entered the parking lot. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, an oversized T covering the skin tight bikini underneath.

As Taehyung saw you emerge from the building, he pulled his arm back, gesturing you to sit next to him and smiled. He was always really sweet to you. You had known him just as long as Jimin even though you weren’t as close.

“Morning princess. It’s been a while”

You blushed and rolled your eyes. You made a point to show off your tones legs as you got into his car. You didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned your figure as the wind teased your curves under the baggy fabric.

“Hey Tae, damn it really has. I haven’t seen you since last year!” You twirled your finger in your hair absentmindedly. Taehyung kept one hand at the back of your shoulders as he began to drive. Something about the way he was driving had you squirming. He glanced over at you, and you good see the smirk in his eyes from behind his round glasses. He turned on the radio as he pressed down on the gas.

Next thing you know, you’re lowering yourself down onto his hard dick.

When did you end up getting into his lap and riding him as he drove? When did you get completely naked in his car and let his taste every inch of you? The details were a blur. But as you reached Jimin’s house, you were a sweating, breathless mess. Taehyung looked completely fine, as if nothing had happened. He waved to some others who were gathered around the entrance as he stopped the car then turned to you. His hand found your thigh, slowly caressing you as his fingers crept up, his thumb brushing over your wetness, still sensitive from the quick fuck you two shared just minutes before.

“You ready to go in?” He smiled genuinely, it was as if he had turned back into the Taehyung you knew from your childhood and not the boy who was whispering absolute filth into your ears about how many different ways he wanted to destroy you.

“Um, you go ahead, I just need to gather myself”

He nodded in understanding, pushing your hair behind your ears, gazing at you intensely before leaning to kiss you passionately, as if he had been craving you for years and couldn’t get enough. Your hands instantly cupped his face, reciprocating and rolling your body towards him, searching for something you knew you wouldn’t find. His lips were incredible. Soft and tight, teeth grazing over yours and tugging at you. You shifted to get even closer to him, allowing him to grab your waist. It was not the most comfortable position, but you were too lost in sensation to care.

“What the fuck”

As if someone threw a bucket of cold water on you, you yelped and jumped away from Taehyung, realizing how blatantly in public you two had been making out. You turned and saw the shocked and confused expression of your best friend.

“Jimin…hey”

You took in the sight of him. He looked hot. You had to blink to make sure you were even looking at the right person. His face had changed strikingly, his jaw sharp, angled, and neck toned. He also seemed to be trying to digest everything he was seeing.

Your mutual staring was interrupted by the sound of Taehyung getting out of the car, slamming the door shut. He came up to your side of the car, tilted your face up and kissed you one last time. You saw Jimin’s knees go week, and fury built in his eyes. Taehyung then playfully pat his back before leaving the two of you to go enjoy the party.

You had no idea what to say. You didn’t know if you should feel guilty. You technically didn’t do anything wrong. Jimin was simply gaping at you.

He finally cleared his throat, seemingly coming to some sort of compromise within himself. “Sorry, I was just…not expecting that.” He opened his arms as an invitation for you to get out of the car and hug him, which you did. You basked in his comforting scent.

“Missed you loser” You muttered. You heard him scoff as he let you go, his eyes flickering over you.

“So…” He backs away so that you two are still pressed against each other but he could see your face, “You and Tae?”

“No! It’s not like that I…”

He clenched his jaw, tilting his head.

“Did he fuck you y/n?”

You nodded. You felt his fists clench. You quickly grabbed his wrist before he turned around to go find Taehyung.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him that’s what”

He tried to shake you off but you wouldn’t budge. “Calm down. Hey. I wanted to Jimin, it was mutual” He shoved you back against Taehyung’s car, you almost tripped back over the door into the seat but you caught yourself.

“Why? Did you really put so much time and work on that body just to hand it off to the first person you get your hands on? Did you really go through all the hell these past few months, getting up early, sweating every day? All that work and you just toss it to him like it’s nothing? Now you’re acting like a complete whore? Don’t you have any self respect?”

You had seen Jimin angry before, but this was different. He looked dissapointed. You realized with a queasiness in your stomach that your best friend was looking at you in disgust. Judging you. You felt small suddenly, wishing you could rewind and take it all back, just arrive and have fun like you had originally planned.

“Let me see” He demanded. “Show me your body” You were incredibly confused, but did as he asked, lifting your shirt up and tossing it into Taehyung’s car. You observe as Jimin gulps, staying absolutely silent. If he likes what he sees, he makes no indication of it. He looks away.

“Wow. You…you’re hot” He says softly, his voice much kinder but he couldn’t meet your eyes. You swallowed nervously.

“So are you. I’m proud of us” You reached for his arm affectionately. “Jimin, I’m sorry if me fucking Taehyung made you feel uncomfortable, but come on I haven’t seen you in so long. I wanna enjoy today with you. Let’s just move on” Jimin finally looked back at you, sighing and nodding his head.

He led you to the pool. Taehyung was already in the water, playing volleyball with Jungkook and Hoseok. He smiled your way, pushing his wet hair back. You could feel Jimin’s eyes on you like a hawk as you smiled back. He got out of the pool and walked over to you. You couldn’t help but ogle at the way the water dripped down his bare chest.

“Y/n, you should come play with us” He offered sincerely. Jimin scoffed quite loudly, causing others to turn their heads as well. Taehyung ignored him, smiling towards you still.

“Y…yeah for sure. I’ll come in a bit”

“Aw come on, I can carry you, it’ll be fun” He wrapped his arms around your hips, allowing your legs to wrap around him. You giggled as he swung around and screamed as he threw you into the pool. Jungkook swam over and caught you in an embrace, his hand accidentally brushing the side of your breast.

“Hey y/n!” He said sweetly, “It’s great to see you! You look really good” You blushed as Jungkook let his hands travel up and down your back. Jimin was practically fuming. Jungkook’s fingers teasingly toyed with the tie of your bikini, making you heat up inside. Seeing as you didn’t back away, he took it as invitation to advance even more. Making sure his back blocked any sight of what he was doing to you, he slid his hand under your flimsy bikini. He whispered into your ear “You like that?” You nodded, unable to hide the red flush on your cheek. He smirked and pulled you flush against him so you could feel his hard cock through his trunks. “Tell me how Tae fucked you y/n”

“I…”

“What did you do, hm?” His hands squeezed your inner thighs, spreading your legs out so he could push in more. “Did you give him road head? Did you ride his cock? In a convertible fuck just out in the open for everyone to see? Is that what you’re into huh? You like it when others watch?”

You nodded furiously, your core getting extremely hot with his words.

“What do you think? Want me to turn you around right here? Take you in front of everyone? Take you in front of Taehyung…in front of Jimin? Poor motherfucker would probably die with jealousy”

That statement didn’t sit well with you. Jimin? Jealous? You wiggled out of Jungkook’s grip, swimming away slightly.

“Why would he be jealous?” You asked. Jungkook laughed. Taehyung swam up to the two of you to see what was going on.

“Hyung, what do you think? If I fuck her in front of Jimin, how do you think he would react?”

Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “I know if I were him I would probably beat you up” He pulls you in towards him, kissing your cheek.

Was it true? Did Jimin want you? Is that why he was so upset? You shook your head. There was no way. If he liked you, he had so many opportunities to tell you, and you knew you wouldn’t have denied him. You guys were the closest that two people could be. You didn’t think of him in this way before, but you could definitely admit that he was extremely attractive.

Taehyung lifts you out of the pool. Water molds over you as you emerge from the water. He nibbles your ear “Jimin missed out, I feel kinda bad” He paused, “Actually I don’t. You were incredible” Jungkook whines.

“Lucky” He pouts. “I want her too”

You were lost in thought, still confused over the realization that your best friend might like you. You felt upset suddenly, wishing so badly you hadn’t fucked Taehyung, no matter how good it was. You couldn’t imagine how hurt he must have felt. Your friendship was hanging by a thread.

And these two just could not keep their hands off of you. You hated that you liked the attention. They hadn’t looked twice your way before, but Jimin was always there. Jimin always reminded you that you were beautiful no matter what. He supported you to do things for yourself, not because you needed to impress anyone else.

“Is this just because of my body? Is that why you two are acting like this?”

Taehyung gaped at you. You couldn’t tell if he was offended or guilty.

“God you make me sick” You pushed him away from you, getting up and running into the house.

You began to cry. Jimin was right. How could you have been such an idiot? You looked for a place to find privacy, but there were people everywhere. You shuddered at the thought of what you almost just did with Jungkook, shame overtaking you. You just let him touch you like that. You felt pathetic.

You found Jimin’s bedroom empty, shut the door and curled up on his bed, finally able to voice your sobs.

There was a light knock at the door. You froze.

“Y/n? Are you in here?” Your heart dropped at the sound of Jimin’s sweet voice. You couldn’t bear to face him now. You wished the floor would just swallow you whole. The door slowly opened and Jimin peered in. His eyes were full of concern as he located you, entering and closing the door behind him.

His heart wrenched as he saw your tears. He quickly made his way to you, sitting down by your side and wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“What’s wrong? Hey…” He stroked your face affectionately, “Sssh. You’re okay…you’re okay” His kindness just made you cry even harder, burying your face into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Jimin” You cried out, “I ruined everything. I’m such an idiot”

“What are you talking about? What do you have to be sorry for? I…I’m sorry about how I was acting earlier if that’s what made you upset”

You shook your head, “I didn’t know. I’m so stupid. Jimin, I just…I think I asked Taehyung to have sex with me because he was checking me out, and no one…no one just does that with me, so I got excited. And then I got here and…Jungkook and Taehyung kept”

Jimin growled, “What? Did they hurt you? What did they do?”

“No…no. They just…I liked that they were paying attention to me and…so I kept letting them do whatever they wanted. I’m such a whore”

Jimin cupped your face with his hands, leaning his face so that he could look straight into your eyes, trying to smile for you. “It happens baby”

“You were right. Everything you said was completely right…and the worst part is that…” Another sob escaped you. “I didn’t know…you…were interested in me like that”

Jimin let out a laugh, causing you to flinch in surprise. Had you misunderstood?

“You didn’t know I was interested in you? That’s why you’re crying?” He giggled. You pouted at him. He cooed at you affectionately, laying you down on the bed so he could hold you closer. “You’re so cute y/n”

Jimin kissed your lips tenderly. “It’s my fault” He whispered, “I didn’t have the balls to tell you before. I guess I just, was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way so. I know I’m not the best looking amongst our friends” You smacked him at this statement.

He was beautiful. He had always been beautiful to you. Inside and out.

“Jimin” You exhaled, voice trembling, rolling into him and finding his lips once more. “I would do anything for you. If you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask”

Jimin pulled away. The both of you were breathing heavily. He shook his head, “I…I don’t…just want to fuck you” He sat up and brought you into his lap so you could straddle him. He brushed the hairs off your face, eyes gleaming with adoration. “You’re my best friend” You could see the overwhelming emotion overcoming him, “You’re…everything to me” Your heart was racing. You felt absolutely vulnerable in his arms, but at the same time you knew you were completely safe.

You kissed him, his hands slipping behind you to gently clutch your ass, pushing you closer to him. Your hips roll slightly, wanting to feel some sort of friction. You were both moaning helplessly into each other’s mouths, unable to breath. You reached your hand down towards his waistline but he stopped you, shaking his head.

“No…baby…not today”

You whined.

“You literally fucked one of my closest friends this morning y/n. I can’t exactly not think about the fact that his cum might literally be inside of you right now. In fact, I might need a while to get that thought out of me”

This was true. Thinking back to what was now a blur of events, reminders of the ethereal bliss you had felt, as you bounced yourself like a maniac on Taehyung’s big dick, hands clutching his pink hair, moaning at the top of your lungs as he zoomed down the highway, evidently speeding. It was the riskiest, most profane, dirty thing you had ever done. Anyone could see you, and you didn’t care one bit. You chased after your high as if nothing else even mattered. It was the best sex you ever had.

Your face flushed as you recalled how Taehyung had to pull over because he needed to touch you himself, laying you sprawled out on the head of his car, ravishing every inch of you.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

His words returning to you. How he looked like he was in heaven as he came inside your thick walls. The way his eyelids fluttered in bliss. “Oh my god princess, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine”

After he came how he had become so caring and gentle, but somehow till leaving you breathless. How he had kissed you all over your face softly, whispering sweet nothings. Like how beautiful you were, how much he had prayed for this day to come, how happy he was to see you, how bad he had missed you.

Wait.

“Taehyung…oh no” You couldn’t stop your remark as you realized what a big mistake you had made. Taehyung wasn’t messing with you. He was letting you live your wildest fantasies. He was everything you wanted. Someone insanely sexy, who would tease you, drive you crazy, and fuck you so well.

You were beyond confused, as you remained in the lap of someone you could never lose. Maybe Taehyung was just a fleeting moment. Jimin was secure. You knew he’d never hurt you. He’d love you right. He was a good guy. He deserved to get everything he wanted.

The more you thought about it, the more unsure you were. Someone was playing with you but you didn’t know who. Jimin sensed your unease.

“Baby” He let his nose graze against yours, “Y/n?”

The door swung open, making Jimin tighten his hold on you. Taehyung barged in, looking more serious than you had ever seen him. He paused to see what he had walking in on before shaking his head quickly.

“Look y/n. If you want Jimin that’s your choice and I respect and support that, but you have no right accusing me of being so shallow” He barked. “You act like today was the first time I looked at you like that when you know that’s not true. I always flirted with you. I always complimented you. I always made moves on you but you were so busy hating yourself to see that. I didn’t fucking care how you looked. You were such a great person to be around. I was always attracted to you. I accept a loss when I see one, but I’ll be damned if you walk away thinking so low of me” He was panting. Your eyes were wide with shock.

“I even” He laughed incredulously, “Just last year. I asked you if you wanted to leave Hobi’s party with me, and you just laughed in my face and said as if someone like you would get with someone like me and I said, wanna bet? and you just laughed and left it at that…god can you like not sit in his lap like that right now”

You obeyed, startled by his confession, standing up and backing away from both the boys.

“Okay Taehyung, I think she gets it. But it doesn’t matter anymore”

Taehyung scoffed, ignoring Jimin, “I just need you to know that I wasn’t just waiting around for you to get hot. It’s not that you lost weight and now we’re all looking at you, it’s just that now you actually notice because before you wouldn’t believe that anyone thought you were beautiful. And one more thing” He glares at Jimin “I would never belittle you for exploring your sexuality. We’re all allowed that. Just because we might have done it in high school and you’re doing it now doesn’t make you a whore.”

With that he slammed the door and went off.

next ———>

A/N: FIRST of all. There is so much toxic behavior in this. I want to make a point about how the “good boys” aren’t always the “good” boys. Jimin better step it up hehe. Next chapters are way more smut and a lot less plot ope. Um, again i’m new here so if you want to be tagged or something for updates lmk i guess lol 

#bts fanfic #bts smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jimin fic #taehyung fic #bangtansmut #btssmutcentral #bangtansmutcentral #btssmut #taehyung x you #jimin x reader

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BTS FAN FICTION REC'S PART:3

(Updated 16-01-22)

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(BOLD MEANS FAVORITE)

Jungkook

days to morning glory; jjk ( aspiring rockstar!jeongguk x med. student!reader) @sketchguk​

ever ever after ( divorce lawyer/dilf!kook x princess!reader) @hansolmates​

A Bam Protected Pregnancy (pregnant!reader) @blu-joons​

My lucky stars | jjk ( dad!jungkook x mom!reader) @kookiestarlight​

Miss. Vagabond (gamer!jk x gamer!reader)@grinnieyoongi​

I love you too. (Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook One Shot) @smileyoongle

Snow laughing matter ( Enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; Christmas fic!) @taleasnewastime​

Blueberries ( best friends to lovers au, slight angst, fluff, smut) @softyoongiionly​

Since Day One ( werewolf! jungkook + boxer! jungkook + tattoo artist! jungkook (the holy trinity) + f2l au) @rmverse​

Dad!jungkook scenario (his daughter runs up to the stage  @sevenforeverbulletproof

the diary of a healing heart (s2f2l, college!au; angst, fluff, crack, smut) @taegularities

duty before love (king!jungkook x servant!reader, king!jungkook x queen!oc) @blue-jade

redemption (ex-husband!jungkook x reader) @blue-jade

Stay (idol husband!Jungkook x wife reader) @sahmfanficbts

BTS Participating in Squid Game Part 1 @silv3rswirls

year 22 (childhoodfriend!jk x f!reader) @guklovr

The Maid of Honor Misadventures (one shot, one night stand!au, wedding!au) @jjkthclub

all over you (antasy!au, HP!au, exes/e2l!au, light angst, fluff, smut, a lot of smut) @taegularities

Kim Taehyung

heart of the flame ( firefighter!taehyung x f. librarian!reader) @chateautae​

Breathe (Artist!Kim Taehyung x Heiress!Reader) @v-hope

Obsidian (Murder mystery) @kpopfanfictrash

5 times he said i love you (slice of life au, fluff, angst out of nowhere) @n3onguts​

Jin

embers of the fire | ksj. ( husband!seokjin x f. reader) @chateautae​

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ROLEPLAY Romance/ Drama Story

Im starting a Romace Drama Story #Roleplay #Drama

Main Characters:

Name: Kim Hana (protagonist) Age: 17, characteristics: kind, doesn’t take things for granted, brave, Life: lives with older sister (Kim Hyolyn) in Seoul, parents abroad, someone from the past comes back into her life

quote: „Even if its just a little thing, tell me, I‘ll help you“

Name: Han-bin, Age:18, characteristics: funny, helpful, competitive swimmer, Life: mother died, father in dept, participates in competions for competitive swimmers, childhoodfriend of Kim Hana

quote: „Hard work pays off“

Name: Im Taehyung, Age:19, characteristics: narcisstic, playboy, doesn’t take life seriously, Life: hates his parents, doesn‘t get along with his sister, always in clubs or karaoke rooms, might repeat last year of highschool

quote: „ Life is a game, you fail, you die. period.“

Name: Jeon Baek-hyun, Age:19 characteristics: kind and helpful on the outside- competitive, possessive on the inside, Life: brother of Jeon Somi, has moved with parents to Australia 3 years ago when Somi died, was best friend of Im Taehyung, comes back alone to Seoul

quote: „ Know your place“

Name: Choi Jae-bum, Age: 18, characteristics: troublemaker, happy-go-lucky person who just wanted to cause trouble, but behind his smile, he was actually a struggling child with a painful life, Life: mother and father divorced,father is director of school (nobody knows that), mother popular actress

quote: „ You don‘t know me“

Side Characters:

Name: Kim Hyloyn, Age: 22, characteristics: arrogant, narcisstic, Life: is a popular model, almost never at home, always at shootings

Name: Park Seohyun, Age:16, characteristics: funny, lazy in school, energetic, extreme bts fan, Life: bestfriend of Kim Hana since middle school

Name: Im Naeun, Age: 17, characteristics: distant, kind, nerdy, doublefaced, Life: has older brother ( Im Taehyung), parents own most successful hospital in Korea, bestfriend of Kim Hana since first grade of highschool

Name: Lee Jae-Suk, Age: 23,characteristics : has bad intentions, manipulative, nice on the outside und rotten from the inside, Life: Ex-fiancee of Hyolyn, had an intime fling with Kim Hana, popular actor in Korea, 

Name: Jeon Somi, Age:14, characteristics: kind, brave, Life: takes her own Life, has older brother (Jeon Hyungwon), was bestfriend of Kim Hana

[shuaffeine-rkive]

Hi! Can I request for the 101 ways to say I love you series, numbers 37 and 42 with Jimin, a friends to lovers au?? Thank you!!!!

37 + 42. friends to lovers!jimin

❀ Can I kiss you? + Is this okay?❀ ft. FriendsToLovers!Jimin + ChildhoodFriend!Jimin❀ series masterlist❀ main masterlist❀ Genre: FLUFF ;A; | WC: 1596 words | Warnings: none

A/N: thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry this look a bit of time to write, but it’s longer than any of the drabbles in the series since I really liked the combination of the prompts and au (*/▽＼*) I hope you like it! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ p.s. I don’t know how to describe a kiss someone help me

Foras long as you could remember, there was never a moment in your life where ParkJimin wasn’t a constant factor in it.

Itstarted when the two of you had yet to be born, and your mothers had met in thegynaecologist waiting room. Jimin’s mother was already nearing the end of hersecond trimester while your mother had just found out that she was pregnantbarely a month prior, and the former was more than happy to share advice on howshe had breezed through her pregnancy without much trouble. The light-heartedconversation between two expectant mothers grew to become friendship afterdiscovering that your families lived in the same neighbourhood, merely a couplehouses apart, and that friendship was passed down to you and Jimin.

Asthe two of you grew up to practically glued to each other, it was natural for youto expect Jimin’s presence by your side, and vice versa. Whenever you werestruggling with keeping up with your studies and maintaining your grades, Jiminwould always be there to support you by offering to teach you concepts you werestruggling with. Whenever he struggled with mean comments from your childishclassmates about his looks, you would always be there to glare them off andshowered him with compliments, along with your infamous self-confidence speechthat Jimin could already memorise by heart from the number of times you hadsaid it to him. You were each other’s support system throughout your childhoodand teenage years, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing yearthat you were a part of each other’s lives.

Ofcourse, there were times when you would argue. You could clearly remember thefirst major argument you and Jimin had. During middle school, Jimin had anothergroup of close friends who he had often hung out with, and that had made youfeel left out. You felt as if he had abandoned you, someone he had known forpractically his whole life, for others that he only met a couple years back,but the feeling only intensified when Jimin had forgotten a promise the two ofyou made. He had promised to come to your recital, as it would be the firsttime in your life to perform solo in front of such a big audience, and hispresence was the greatest support you could ever ask for. Alas, he hadforgotten the event and instead went on a mixer event with the rest of hisgroup, leaving you to finish your performance with disappointment runningthrough your veins.

Theweek that followed was one of the worst moments of your life as you completelyignored Park Jimin’s existence. You didn’t respond to any of his texts norcalls, turning to sprint in the other direction the moment you cross paths withhim. It pained you to see the hurt reflected across his eyes each time youignored his desperate calls of your name, but you were determined not to givein. This situation was his fault – he needed to realise that, and when he did,he had shown up at your house’s door, a bouquet of your favourite gypsophilaflowers in hand and regret painted all over his face.

“I’msorry, y/n,” he said, his tone low and his eyes, filled with shame and sadness,dropped to the floor as he was afraid to meet your eyes, afraid that his bestfriend would be so upset and wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore. “Ibroke my promise of to cheer you on for the recital for some stupid event Ididn’t even enjoy going to anyway, and there’s nothing I can say that can everundo the mistake. I’m so sorry and it’s okay if you never want to talk to meagain or if you want to slam the door in my face and throw me off the stairsbecause I deserve it and–”

Hisspeech was cut off midway as he heard a small giggle, and he slowly looked upto find you stifling a laugh behind a hand. You tried your best to not laughbut gave up when you saw his confused expression that made him look like alost, confused puppy. Jimin then realised that you weren’t as mad as he thoughtyou were and let out a small whine, pouting as you continued to laugh at him.

“Forthe record, I’m still upset with you,” you wiped away a stray tear as yousettled down, a grin still on your face, “But you know I can’t stay mad at youfor long, Jimin. Buy me all the ice cream I want for the next month and I’llconsider forgiving you?”

Jiminlet out a laugh of relief and moved in to hug you, but upon seeing the step youtook away from his outstretched arms, he hesitated, “Is this okay?”

Oneheartbeat later, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in thecrook of his neck as his arms moved around you, and you couldn’t help butwonder when Jimin had grown this tall without you noticing, and why your heart wasbeating at a faster pace than usual as he squeezed you tightly in his embrace.

Youonly figured out the reason behind your abnormal heart rate a couple yearslater, when you were already in high school. Puberty had hit Jimin like atruck, taking away the awkward Park Jimin and replacing him with a lean boywith the most charming smile known to mankind. After your fight, Jimin hadtaken the liberty of introducing you to his group of friends, thus includingyou in their inner circle of friends. Barely a month after being introduced,one of the other guys in the group, Taehyung, had gone straight to the pointand asked the question that had hung around the other guys’ minds for a while.

“Areyou two dating?” Taehyung pointed to Jimin and you, prompting Jimin to do aspit take and you choking on the burger you were eating. A couple coughs andnapkins later, the two of you turned to look at each other’s reddened facesbefore answering a solid ‘no’ at the same time. Taehyung merely raised aneyebrow at your response while the rest of the guys snickered knowingly, onlysettling down when Jimin sent them a piercing glare.

Taehyung’squestion had gotten the gears in your head spinning for the rest of the night,and you could hardly focus on the ongoing conversation on the table as yousneaked a couple glances at the boy sitting beside you. You didn’t notice itbefore, but now you could see how the little boy with chubby cheeks whose eyeswould fill up with tears after skinning his knee due to a bad fall now had a sharpjawline and a smile that sent your heart into overdrive every time. You couldsee remnants of the young Jimin in his sweet gestures and the way his eyesdisappeared when he laughs, but you could also see the boy Jimin had grown tobecome – a dangerously handsome boy who no longer needed your protection, butinstead moved to protect you from others. You didn’t know when it had started,but you knew that somewhere along the line, you had already fallen for yourbest friend – hard.

Asthe two of you separated from the rest of the group to walk home, silence fellupon the pair of you. Every once in a while, you would glance up at him only tofind him doing just the same, before the two of you averted your eyes onceagain with your cheeks tinged pink. Your heart was beating so hard you fearedthat it would rupture, and you silently cursed Taehyung for asking the unspokenquestion between the two of you. You were so preoccupied with your thoughtsthat you didn’t realise you had already walked to the front of your house, andas you squeaked out a small good night and turned to enter your home, a handwrapped around your wrist stopped you from doing so.

“Y/n,I–” Jimin started, biting his bottom lips as if he was contemplating whether tospit out his next words or not. “Can I kiss you?”

Witha heart racing at a speed you classify as dangerous, you gave him a small nod,closing your eyes as he leaned in closer towards your face. You felt your mindgo blank the moment you felt a soft pair of lips against your own, before astrong wave of emotions crashed over your very being, drowning you in a joy sointense you felt as if your heart may burst from it. You could feel his heart racingas fast as yours, but all your mind could process was how right the kiss felt, and the relief in knowing that you weren’talone in your infatuation with the boy you had grown up with. As you pulledaway from the kiss, you mustered a shy smile as he reciprocated the gesture, resultingin the two of you turning into a giggly mess past nine o’clock on Friday night,the thrill from before carrying over still.

“So,does this mean we’re dating now?” you whispered with a smile. Jimin merelysmiled even wider and pulled you into a tight embrace, and the moment your handinstinctively wrapped around his waist, you knew that this moment was fated tohappen from the start.

“Aha! So you two are dating after all!”

“Shut it Tae! I was going to confess without you asking the question anyway.”

“Yeah right, Park Jimin. When you have kids, I’m going to tell them that the reason they were born was because I helped the two of you get together.”

“Sometimes I wonder why we’re friends.”

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