#cloudless loves namjoon

[here2bbtstrash]

real magic - teaser (explicit)

❆ genre: smut, fluff, bangin’ your boss, m attempts kidfic

❆ pairing: namjoon x reader

❆ summary: the holiday season has never meant anything to you beyond suffering long hours for minimum wage and awaiting the collapse of capitalism— but this year, you’d be willing to add making out with your DILF coffee shop boss to the list.

❆ teaser word count: 1.4k

❆ teaser contains: the good ol' "moving back to your hometown" hallmark trope, the bittersweet nostalgia of the holidays when you're not a kid anymore, moni being a little shit, sweaty namjoon (YES that's a warning 😩), namjoon in a protect trans kids shirt (oop i told you it was coming!!!!), all wrapped up in a nice lil meet-cute bow 🎁

❆ part of a hyung holiday collab - dropping december 2022!

❆ A/N: ahhhhh i am SO EXCITED about this collab y'all 🫠 hope you're ready for some hot dad namjooooooon~ and i'm beyond stoked for the hyung goodness @nabiolive @gimmethatagustd and @haliiimede are gonna bless us with like we're not WORTHY 😭 be sure to go check out their teasers and show them some love!!! 🤍

With several hours to kill before your job interview and a growing desire to avoid the weird nostalgia of your childhood that seems to lurk in every corner of your parents’ house, you decide to take a walk.

The sky is bright blue and cloudless, and though the air is brisk, it isn’t terribly windy. You tuck in your earbuds as you shut the front door behind you and pick a direction, aimless, letting your mind wander to the soundtrack of your “seasonal depression” playlist.

A whole new crop of families must have moved into your parents’ neighborhood in the years since you moved out, because the streets are more alive with kids than you can ever remember them being, even when you were a kid yourself. Bikes and scooters lay abandoned on the sidewalks between homes, and you can hear the repeated echo of a basketball dribbling on a driveway, punctuated by distant, playful screaming.

Even in the daytime, you can tell these families have spared no expense when it comes to Christmas decor: some homes have every eave outlined in string lights, some have candy cane stakes dug into the perimeter of their perfectly manicured lawns, and some have been seemingly invaded by small armies of inflatable reindeer and snowmen. You can’t help but giggle a little at the inflatable decorations that have been set to turn off during the day, the way the airless material lays limp in the grass, giving the impression of a yard strewn with dead bodies.

But you remember what it looked like when you drove in last night, everything lit up and brought to life.

Your parents definitely didn’t have inflatable lawn decorations when you were a kid, but you’d get so excited every year when your dad would drag the ladder out and spend the day stringing up the simple rainbow lights you did have. You still remember the little spark of joy you’d feel in your chest when the colors would click on after dark, the way you would run outside every night just to see them twinkle, your breath puffing steam clouds in the air, your bare feet freezing on the ice-cold driveway.

It felt like magic then. But somewhere along the way you grew up. And now that feeling’s gone. Even at night, the lights just look like… lights.

Distracted as you are by the music in your ears and thoughts of your childhood that have brought you to a standstill on the sidewalk, you don’t notice what’s happening until it’s too late. 

A blur of red and white is suddenly circling around and between your legs, and you feel something twining over your ankles, then tugging with a force that threatens to knock you off balance. As you lean forward in an attempt to right yourself, the chaos in question slows enough for you to realize it’s a fluffy white dog in a red sweater, who has excitedly tangled you up in his leash.

You manage to find the looped end of the leash and slowly get yourself unwrapped while the dog continues to pant and jump and occasionally yap at you. With your legs freed, you squat down for a proper greeting, laughing to yourself as he lifts up on his hind legs, balancing his paws on your knee to lick an enthusiastic greeting across your cheek.

“Hi, puppy,” you murmur, trying to get him to hold still long enough to read the name on his tag. A voice beats you to it.

“Moni!”

When you glance up to find Moni’s owner jogging up the sidewalk, you have to make a conscious effort to keep your own tongue in your mouth, because good lord, he is fine.

He’s tall, towering over you even once you bring yourself back up to standing, and the black workout tank and athletic shorts he’s wearing do absolutely nothing to hide the thick, well-defined muscles of his arms, chest, and thighs.

Despite his lack of clothing in the cool winter air, you can see his face and neck are slick with sweat, his white-blonde hair damp with it too. There’s even a dark patch that’s soaked his shirt at his sternum, making the firm swell of his pecs that much more apparent. It takes you an extra second to break eye contact with them, but when you do finally manage to drag your gaze up to meet his, you realize his face is just as nice of a view: honey-tan skin, full lips, and cute dimples that pop as he gives a sheepish, appreciative laugh.

“Thank you,” he says, a little breathless; his voice is deep and slightly husky in a way that makes your face grow hot. You blink stupidly at him for a few moments, your mind reeling, and then it occurs to you that you still have his dog’s leash in your hand.

“No problem,” you manage, handing the looped end back over and double-checking to make sure your ankles are still free from their entanglement. Though now that this man is holding the leash, you kind of wish they weren’t.

“Moni’s usually good about not taking off when I stop to do a circuit,” he explains, like you’re the dog owner police. It makes you wonder what kind of Karens must have moved into this neighborhood since you left it. “I don’t know why he ran, maybe he saw a squirrel or something.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him with a smile, admiring Moni as he stretches and settles into a polite seated pose. “I like his sweater.”

“Thanks,” he laughs again. “C’mon Mon.”

You can’t help focusing on how big this guy’s hands are as he slips his fingers through the end of Moni’s leash, tugging slightly as if to encourage the dog back in the direction he came from.

Moni blinks and stays right where he is.

“You little shit,” his owner huffs under his breath, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from laughing. You distantly realize you should probably leave them to it and continue on your walk, but this is too entertaining to turn away from now. Your hot neighbor tries one more futile attempt to get Moni to move, then seems to give up entirely.

He stoops down with a low grunt of effort that makes your core flutter as he grabs the fluffy dog and hoists him up in his arms. You try to force yourself to stop noticing the way his biceps flex, the fact that the muscles of his arms are nearly bigger than your head.

“Thanks again,” he says with a final grateful smile, and your only response is to swallow hard and stand there like an idiot as he turns and carries his spoiled dog back home.

When you arrive for your interview, you’re delighted to discover that Indigo Coffee is nothing like your last job. It’s warm and bright, with large picture windows that flood the space in sunlight, and there’s a cozy personal touch to it, the likes of which you’d certainly never see in your former corporate shell of a workplace. The sitting area is dotted with live edge wood tables and mismatched chairs. There are an array of framed paintings on the walls that look handmade in a good way, simple yet bold brush-stroke lines in a deep blue color scheme. And, you realize as your eyes linger, the shop is absolutely overflowing with plants: in simple clay pots lined up along the windows, free-standing between tables, and tucked into bookshelves placed artfully throughout the space. 

You step closer to inspect one as you wait on your interviewer and are pleased to see that it’s real, that they all are— no waxy fake leaves jammed into a thick block of cement, but real greenery sprouted in real dirt, deep brown soil gone soft from what must have been a recent watering. These are plants someone cares for, coaxed and kept alive by someone’s time and patience and love. The thought makes you smile a little despite yourself.

There’s still fucking Christmas music playing, but you figure that’s inescapable this time of year.

“Are you here for the interview?” someone asks over your shoulder. As you turn away from the plant, you wonder if you’re imagining that the voice in question sounds slightly familiar, and then you find yourself once again staring up at a fine-ass man with white-blonde hair and a sweet pair of dimples.

He’s clearly showered since your last encounter, and is now slightly more covered up in a pair of faded jeans and a gray-green flannel thrown over a black shirt emblazoned with bold white lettering: Protect Trans Kids.

“Oh.” Moni’s owner blinks back at you, and the shock on his face is so apparent that a giggle escapes your lips before you can stop it. “Uh, hi again.”

#namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts collab #a hyung holiday

[bangtansdomain]

bts reaction to their gf thinking they love someone else

Jin had been trying to find a way to broach the subject for some time now. Lately, you had begun to give him the cold shoulder. Every time he would walk into the room your smile would disappear, and you’d withdraw into yourself. He’d think it over and over and still have no solution as to why things had changed. The situation was only adding to the stress of his vocal practices. He wouldn’t be able to handle his straining cords being the reason the group would have to delay their next comeback. He would want to share his fears with you, but you haven’t been around as of late. When he’d walk into your shared home, he’d spot you sitting in the living room. The moment your eyes would connect, you’d get up and quietly announce you were going to bed. At this Jin would be wholly fed up with all the skirting around you’ve been doing. He’d march up behind you, grabbing you by the wrist and swinging you around to look at him. Looking up at him you’d see his eyes narrow, and lips set in a straight line. He’d profess everything that had begun to burn away at his patience. Fighting back tears, you’d reveal your fear of him being with someone else, to which he’d scoff. He’d call you selfish for thinking only of your insecurities and ignoring his own. Falling to your knees, you’d sob apologies into your hands, realizing the mistake you’ve made. Pursing his lips, he’d take a deep breath to calm himself before any more hurtful words could escape him, and further deteriorate your relationship. This hurdle was something the both of you would have to work on if this was to prosper, and he’d tell you as much as he’d crouch down and encase you in his arms, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“Jagi… if we want this to work, the communication between us has to be better. Acting childish and not confronting the problem doesn’t help the situation. It’s the one thing that can end what’s between us. Please try to learn from this and open up to me before making assumptions.” ☁

You couldn’t stop the haunting thoughts you had every night when you laid by yourself . Sometimes you started to wonder if he was actually in the studio all the times he’s claimed to be . He hasn’t been around in so long you can’t fight off your own insecurities . These days your boyfriend was never home, he had to work on an album and have it ready in a certain amount of time . Which was something you always supported but you hadn’t seen him in a while, and at this point, you felt single . You couldn’t stop the tears from falling onto his pillow tonight . You were so submerged in your own feelings that you didn’t even hear him enter the house . Yoongi furrows his eyebrows as he hears your sniffling .

“Baby?” your eyes widened slightly when you heard him in the bedroom not realizing he’d heard you crying . When he reaches for you, you instantly distance yourself from his cold fingers . He stares at you before he softly whispered “What’s wrong?” You hesitated, wondering if you should tell him or not . After a few minutes, you decide to answer him, letting him know how much pain he’s been causing your heart .” Y/N , this is my job… I know I haven’t been home lately, but I'm under a lot of pressure… not only physically but emotionally as well . “ He buried his face in his hands “ I really wish I had your support… since I don’t really have anything else..” You looked at him and realized you were being sort of selfish . You gently grab his hands and make him look at you . “Yoongi…. I do support you . I’ve just been too in my head lately . “ He nods slowly “I’m sorry I haven’t been around to protect you from your demons . But I love you Y/N .. you’re my strength so please never forget that.” He gently strokes your cheek “I promise to take breaks and to come home from time to time . Don’t be afraid to come spend some time with me in the studio . “ He pops out his infamous gummy smile, and you realize he’s never stopped loving you . ☔

Hoseok would seek you out, tired of having his text messages over the last week or two left on read. Upon finding you, he’d bring face to face the issue at hand. He’d be vocal about how he’s been feeling lonely and pushed aside. He’d admit that he has been stressed out with this new choreography he has to come up with. The new dance routine taking up all his time and even keeping him up late due to his need to perfect it. Standing there listening to everything he’d gotten off his chest, tears would immediately roll down your cheeks. At the sight of them, Hoseok would instantly become alarmed, hands midway to you not knowing whether he should comfort you or if he had hurt you in some way. Through your tears, you’d blurt out how you’d believed he was in love with someone else, that you’d been struggling with how to let him go. Acknowledge aloud your inhibitions about your relationship and your standing with him. You’d apologize, hands wiping and covering your face. His eyes would widen in shock before he would plaster a huge smile on his face and sweep you up in his arms. Arms wrapped tightly around you, as he nuzzles your hair, laughing with joy.

“I’m sorry, beautiful. There’s no way I could possibly love anyone else. You are my strength that keeps me going every day. I’m too selfish with you to let anyone share in the love you save just for your Hobi.” ☁

It would be a rare day where Namjoon was home, trying to spend time with you. He would think you’d be happy; instead, every attempt he’d make at having a conversation you’d give one-word answers to, and any intimate contact you’d find a way to remove yourself from. Namjoon would begin to feel frustrated and restless not knowing what was wrong. Had he done something to upset you? Or could something be bothering you that you didn’t want to burden him with? He’d sit there lost in his mind, going over every possibility, or situation, that could have led to this relationship becoming destitute of any affection. Reaching for you and having you slightly move away as if moving to do something would be the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Finally confronting you about your recent indifference, with exasperation bleeding into every word, you’d finally crack and ask him if he still loved you. Namjoon would stare at you in confusion before stating that he does, in fact, love you. He’d then want to discuss why you would even question it. You’d be too afraid to voice your recent fears, but he would gently sit down with you and encourage you to speak with him. After some gentle prodding, you would confess to him every negative thought that had manifested for the last few weeks. Namjoon would feel horrible after hearing this and would explain how he’d been letting himself get too absorbed into producing the new album, that he’d been neglecting you as a result. Expressing his frustration and terrible need to perfect every beat. He’d pull you close to him and hold you in his arms as he placed a kiss at your hairline.

“Baby, I’m so sorry... I never meant to create a rift or the illusion of me somehow moving on from you. I promise to work on managing my time between us and work better.” ☁

You ended up staying home from work that day since you weren’t feeling well . Lately, you had felt like you had barely been receiving attention from Jimin . You understood how busy he was all the time, but you couldn’t help but feel like he’s sort of forgotten about you . But little did you know Jimin had noticed how you were acting . He wasn’t sure as to what had changed between the two of you, but he was determined to figure out what was wrong and fix it . He didn’t want to lose his entire world, that would break his heart . When Jimin arrives at the house, he looks for you immediately . When he sees you lying on the sofa with the television off, he’d lay down beside you but wouldn’t say anything at first . He’d just listen to your breathing as he held you in his arms . After a few minutes he gathers up the courage to ask you whats wrong . Once he found out that he’s the reason you were so blue he’d be so disappointed in himself . He’d instantly feel like a terrible boyfriend . He ran his fingers through your hair and made sure you got everything out, never interrupting or cutting you off once . He’d caress your cheeks and look into your eyes .

“I love you more than I love myself and I want you to know I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way. He pauses for a second as if he’s afraid of your answer . “Can I make it up to you?” You nod and with that Jimin takes you out and shows the world just how much he loves his baby .   ☔

Taehyung would be searching for you; opening the doors as he passed by, calling your name into each room. He couldn’t understand why you had disappeared. The two of you had entered Big Hit together, on your way to the practice room to retrieve something he’d forgotten. He’d spotted his noona and asked you to wait a moment while he spoke with her. When he turned to call you over you’d disappeared. He began looking for you all over, hoping you hadn’t left the building. He’d finally find you in an empty dance practice room that was used by trainees. The place would be dark, but he’d hear your sniffles and call out to you. You’d instantly try to quiet yourself, but he would turn the lights on, and his wide eyes would zero in on you. His eyebrows furrowing in concern upon seeing your tear-stained face. Quickly reaching your side, he crouched down and reached his hand up to wipe your tears, but you move away from him. His hand suspended in the air before returning to his side, and he quietly asks you why you’ve been shunning him lately. You wouldn’t answer which would, in turn, make him question you and whine more before word vomit got the best of you. Hearing your concerns, he’d look at you with sad, guilt-ridden eyes. Voicing the thoughts that you believed he was in love with his noona and that you would leave him to be happy if he were only honest with you, made him realize how wrong he’d been at this. Not knowing how to answer you he’d stand up, pulling you up with him. Turning and walking out with your wrist in his hand so you wouldn’t escape; you stared at his back confused. Reaching the dance practice room you were previously on your way to earlier would only confuse you more. Swinging the door open to a dark room, and suddenly the lights would come on, shocking you. All the boys and staff members you’d become friends with were all there shouting “Surprise!”, With a giant banner with the words “Happy Birthday” printed in large letters on it. Tae’s noona from before, rolling in a birthday cake. Taehyung would wrap his arm around you from behind, placing a kiss on your shoulder before placing his chin on the same spot. Then he’d whisper into your ear that he had only been planning a surprise for you.

“I’m sorry I made you believe I didn’t care anymore. I was only asking noona for her help on what kind of birthday surprise party I should throw. I needed it to be as perfect as the girl I’m in love with. I hope you like it.” ☁

For weeks Jungkook had been trying to get you to hang out with him, but for some reason, you kept declining, and he couldn’t figure out why . After three full weeks of not seeing you, he had decided to go and ask the boys what they think on the situation . Jungkook is still young and wouldn’t realize that him being playful with other girls while in a relationship had caused you to become jealous and distant . Once he figures out what was wrong he’d be out of the house so fast . Even though Jungkook isn’t good with emotions and isn’t very experienced with relationships, he’s still a sweetheart . He’d pick you up some flowers and your favorite candies before showing up on your doorstep . He’d ring the doorbell, holding a bouquet of purple hyacinths, the flower of forgiveness . He wasn’t too sure you’d actually forgive him, but he was hoping you would . He’s snapped out of his thoughts when the door opens . He looks down at your tear-stained cheeks, and a wave of guilt washed over him . He knew he caused this and he wished he was more observant . He takes in a breath of air before he speaks

“I only have eyes for you . “ ☔

#BTS #bts reactions #BTS x Reader #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #anon #anon request #writer: bunny #writer: cloudless #bunny loves yoongi #cloudless loves namjoon #bunny and claude

[snackhobi]

pairing: namjoon x reader / word count: 9.3k / genre: pwp/smut

summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand.

warnings: sexually explicit content, masturbation, edging (kinda), unintentional voyeurism (briefly), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), bigdick!joon, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation (reader gets fucked dumb), praise, aftercare (please heed the warnings, and let me know if I need to clarify/add any!)

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For most people, Sunday is a day of rest. But not for you.

Sunday means chores. Sunday means tidying up, dusting, vacuuming. Sunday means finally doing all the Adult Things you’ve been too busy/lazy to do for the rest of the week (or even longer than that, as evidenced by your overflowing laundry basket). Sunday means work. 

You slap at your vibrating phone, fingers sliding uselessly across the screen as you fumble to cut off the chirping alarm, and then you groan. “Ugh." You bury your head into your crumpled pillow. And then, once more, with feeling: “Uggggggh.”

You roll around in your bed, thrashing a little like a child having a tantrum, before you flop on your back and stare at your ceiling with your limbs akimbo, a starfish.

“Why?” You whine out to no one in particular. “Why me?”

Fortunately you live alone, so there’s no one to witness your sulky behaviour.  You would put off getting all your errands done, but you’ve already been doing this for so long that you’re practically out of clean clothes to wear. That’s one part about living alone that’s a double-edged sword- you have your own space where you can act however you please, which is Great, but also you’re the only one responsible for keeping on top of things, which is Less Great. You can’t rely on other people to get things done for you.

You’ve never been a morning person, and the fact it’s so nice outside already does nothing to brighten your mood; it’s the perfect kind of day, the chilled bite to the air mellowed by the sun in the cloudless, pale sky, and you’re going to have to spend it indoors. Ugh. You eventually grit your teeth and pull yourself out of bed, waking yourself up with a cold shower. Once you force a cup of overly sweet coffee into your system and the caffeine hits you so that you’re fully awake and ready to go, the world suddenly feels a lot more bearable. So you’re unperturbed when your underwear drawer comes up practically empty.

“Oops,” you say. “Oh well.”

It’s practically empty, but not entirely; there, at the back, there’s that pretty lingerie set you’d bought on a whim in a sale and then promptly never worn. Honestly you’d be happy to go without, seeing as no one else is here and you have no one to look pretty for, but you find that you never get anything done if you’re not in a bra. It’s like a Pavlovian response that you've ingrained into yourself: when you get home, your bra comes straight off, no ifs, buts, or maybes. Bra off means it’s Relaxation Time. Bra on? That means it's time to get things done.

But, yeah, if you’re going to wear the bra, you may as well wear the matching thong, right? It came as a set so you’d basically be committing a crime if you didn’t wear them together. You take one moment to admire yourself in the mirror, turning this way and that to appreciate how it makes you look, before promptly ruining the illusion of sexiness by covering it up with a pair of old sweatpants and a too-large tank top. They're the only bits of clothing not in your laundry basket that you don't mind getting dirty while you clean, so, you have to make do.

The worst part about doing chores is getting the whole process started, but you’ve been doing this long enough that you have a routine. Bra on, hair up, mental checklist ready. You toddle through to the kitchen with your laundry basket, picking through for the colours and whites, feeling entirely too accomplished once you get the first load sorted. This kickstarts the whole chore procedure and once you get stuck in, you actually start to have fun; you’ve got your noise cancelling headphones on and your cleaning playlist is full of songs that get you pumped up, and you sing along to the music as you get started on your next job.

You wiggle your butt to the rhythm of the beat while you hoover, pushing your vacuum into the corners of your flat and ruthlessly sucking up the dust bunnies that have gathered there. You're in the middle of belting out one particularly long note when a spider scuttles out from under your sofa and the note rises into a little scream; you act on pure instinct and suck the spider up into the hoover, watching as all the long hairy legs fold together and get schlorped into the vacuum’s nozzle before disappearing forever. You feel immediately relieved but also immensely guilty when this happens- spiders are awful and you hate them but usually you’d try your best to catch them under a cup before flinging it outside, so the fact you’ve maybe just killed it? You really are just awful. (But thank God it’s gone.)

Maybe that's enough hoovering for now.

You empty the dust bag into the bin, mindful of the fact that the spider might still be alive and come crawling out onto your hands. Thankfully it doesn’t, but you’re not going to take any chances; you draw the bin liner shut and tie it tight, before deciding that the best course of action is to put it into your outside bin, in case the spider decides to come back with a vengeance. 

You hoist the bag up and pause for a second to glance down at how the straps of your too-loose top have slipped down your shoulders to reveal the top of bra, the intricate lace trim of the cups and extra straps that criss cross your chest- definitely an, uh, interesting outfit choice for a quick trip out of your flat. You make the executive decision to shrug on a hoodie and zip it all the way to your neck to preserve your modesty and save you from the chill outside. Once that’s done it takes two seconds to slip your feet into your (fake) Converse shoes, another few seconds to fiddle with the lock on your door, struggling with the latch- it’s been a bit janky for a while and you keep forgetting to sort it out- before you hop your way downstairs and  to the outside shed where everyone's bins are stored.

Ewch. It doesn’t smell that great in here. You make quick work of dumping your rubbish and escaping from the hut, shutting the door firmly behind you to try and keep the stench locked inside, before almost falling over when you feel the telltale sensation of a cat curling around your ankles. He’s meowing up at you but your headphones have been drowning him out, so you slide them off your ears and hook them around your neck so you can actually hear him.

"Oh, hi, baby!" The ginger stray likes to hang nearby the building, always friendly and happy to see you, even if he seems to like sneaking up when you least expect it. He meows at you again as you squat down to stroke him, butting his head into your palm as his tail curls in delight. "Aren't you just the most gorgeous boy? Yes, you are, aren't you?"

The cat ends up putting his paws onto your knee to butt his face against yours, and the next thing you know, you have an armful of cat. You laugh and continue to pet him, cooing at how cute he is as he purrs back. "Awh, baby, you're so sweet," you say. "I wish I could take you home, but my meanie landlord says we can't have pets."

“I was thinking of starting a petition, actually, so the landlord gets rid of the No Pets clause in the tenancy agreement. You’re welcome to sign it if you like.”

You glance up from where you’ve been allowing the cat to shove his nose against your chin, standing up straight to address the man who’s talking to you, cat still clutched in your arms. “Oh! Hi, Namjoon-ssi. That’s such a good idea, I love that. Stick it to the man. I’d definitely sign it. How are you today?”

Kim Namjoon, aka your neighbour from across the hall, is smiling at the cat in your arms. Namjoon’s the perfect neighbour and ideal tenant- quiet, tidy, considerate, although he does have a tendency to lose his keys and gets locked out of his flat on a pretty regular basis. 

It’s actually how you’d started to talk in the first place. When you first moved in you’d given him a small box of chocolates to endear yourself to your same-floor-friend, only exchanging small nods and pleasant greetings for a while after that, but after you’d found Namjoon waiting sheepishly on his own doorstep- “My friend has a key but it’s going to take him a little while to get here,” he’d explained- you’d invited him into your own flat to wait, rather than just in the hall. 

Since then you’ve started to have chats whenever you see each other, and occasionally knock on each other’s doors whenever you ask to borrow things like sugar or a screwdriver or whatever, and you always invite Namjoon in for a cup of tea when he’s waiting for one of his friends to rescue him from his own forgetful nature. You’re still toeing the line between Friendly Neighbours and Kind Of Friends, but one thing you already know and admire about Namjoon is his ability to actually be a mature and put together adult. Sure, you drink a decent amount of water, you have a skincare routine with multiple steps, and you usually manage to eat your 5-a-day, but a lot of that feels like you do it because you’re expected to, sort of like a child playing make-believe. 

Namjoon, meanwhile, manages to just ooze the sort of gravitas that comes with being a fully realised human being, someone who actively participates in the world around them because they’re entirely engaged with things and basically just Super Mature Adult (even if he apparently loses/breaks things on a fairly regular basis). Hence why you’re not at all surprised at the petition thing, or when Namjoon proceeds to tell you that he’s going to spend the afternoon at his friend’s uncle’s strawberry farm, picking fruit, because of course Namjoon is the kind of guy who supports local, organic, free range produce. (Wait. Can strawberries be free range? Or is that just eggs?)

“Ahh, I love strawberries! That’s so cool,” you say. “It must be fun.”

“You’re welcome to come, if you like,” Namjoon says. He’s always gracious so you know he’s just saying this to be polite, but you can’t help but think it would probably be really nice to spend time picking fruit and talking with him.

“Ah, I’d love to, but unfortunately I have prior commitments. I’m catching up on chores,” you admit ruefully. You’re still absently scritching the ginger cat’s chin as you speak, the animal purring up a storm in your arms and shedding all over your clothes, although you don’t notice or care. Namjoon is incredibly endeared- not that you notice that, either. “Hence the runway-ready outfit.”

Your hair is so messy it looks like some sort of wild possum has been nesting in it, your hoodie sleeves are so long they threaten to swallow your hands, and you’re not even wearing your cheap knock-off shoes properly- you’re stepping on the back collar of them in your bare feet so they’re basically glorified flip-flops at this point. Total fashionista. (Not.)

Namjoon, however, seems surprised at your dismissive tone. “You look cute and cozy,” he says.

You snort in an unladylike way, lifting the cat in your arms a little- you can’t gesture properly with an armful of fur, especially when the stray takes this as an invitation to crane upwards and shove his little face into the crook of your neck, knocking against your headphones. “Cute baby,” you coo at the cat, before turning your attention back to Namjoon. “You look cute and cozy,” you echo. It’s a little chilly today and Namjoon’s wrapped up, long scarf curled around his neck, beanie on his head, hem of his coat fluttering around his thighs. Super cozy, and again, a well-put-together adult. 

You muffle a sigh. He’s a well-put-together and hot adult, tall and built, so handsome in his casual outfit, effortlessly masculine. You’ve been lowkey crushing on Namjoon for a while now, as futile as that effort is- you haven’t seen any evidence of a special someone in Namjoon’s life, but there’s no way that man is single. Even if he somehow is, he’s like, a bajillion light years out of your league, hyper intelligent and kind and gorgeous, in comparison to your… um… your… well. Yeah. In comparison to that. 

He’s nice to you and he smiles whenever he sees you, though, and your weak little heart can’t help but flip flop in your chest whenever you see that dimpled little smile, even if you know you don’t have a chance in hell that he really thinks that you’re cute. He’s just being polite. 

The cat in your arms gives a little wriggle, apparently sated for the day, and you carefully squat down to deposit him onto the ground. He gives you both one last little mewl before scampering off and you fondly watch him go. “Let me know when you have that petition written up,” you say, brushing the cat hairs off your sleeves. “I better get back to my flat, I need to finish the rest of my laundry so I can continue the facade of being a functional adult. Have a great day, Namjoon-ssi, and I hope you enjoy the strawberries! You’ll have to tell me how they are.”

“I will,” he says, eyes warm as he smiles, those little dimples appearing in his cheeks. Ugh, you want to touch them so much. “Good luck with your laundry.”

Namjoon’s beautiful smile fuels you for the rest of the day, buoying you up as you scrub the walls of your shower and bleach your toilet, bright yellow gloves a size too large for your hands as you spritz your bathroom counter. You might not be a legitimate adult in the same way that your neighbour is but you can give it a damn good go; even if the rest of your life is maybe a bit more chaotic than you’d like, you can at least get your surroundings in order.

And you do. By the time you’re finished with hoovering and mopping your floors and reorganising your clutter, your flat feels brand-spanking new again, fresh and clean and airy. You’d even lit a few scented candles earlier and you give yourself a pat on the back for your forward thinking as you snuff them out, the delicate smell of vanilla lightly filling the apartment. All that’s left is to go to the kitchen and put the final load of laundry in the tumble dryer and once that’s been emptied and sorted, you’re all finished. Mission accomplished. Chores done.

Once the tumble dryer has started its cycle you reward yourself with a cup of tea, a blackcurrant and blueberry fruit infusion that you’d gotten as a Secret Santa gift at work and hadn’t used yet, saving it for a special occasion. You hum to yourself and continue to wiggle your hips to the music trickling out of your headphones as the kettle boils, watching the purple that bleeds from the tea bag once the hot water cascades over it. It looks rich and vibrant and it smells so good- but then you make a little face when you take a sip. Fruit teas never taste as good as they smell. It’s not bad but it’s a little disappointing, really, a subpar reward after a hard day of work. 

You stand in the middle of your kitchen with your mug still in your hand, eyes unfocused as you stare into space, trying to think of things in your flat that you could use to reward yourself. You’ve already used up those fancy gel eye masks that Jimin had given you for your birthday, and you’d let Jungkook have your sheet masks when he’d said his favourite brand was out of stock; Taehyung had pilfered all of your bath bombs as part of an experiment (the experiment being that he wanted to know what colour his bath water would turn if he used all your different bath bombs in it- the answer was ‘an incredibly underwhelming, if glittery, sludge brown’), and he still hasn’t gotten around to replacing them.

Pay day isn’t until next week and you’re tight enough on money at the moment that you don’t want to order out for dinner- living alone means you have to pay more rent so you have to be more careful with money- so you’re out of ideas. 

That is until motion out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You glance over at it, pulled out of your reverie; the old tumble dryer has been in this flat longer than you and it’s showing signs of wear and tear, base warped a little from age, noisy and wobbly as your clothes are being spun inside. You pause, mug dropping a little in your hand as the thought briefly flickers through your mind, before you bite your lip and throw caution to the wind. Fuck it. You live alone and you’ve had a long day and you deserve some kind of reward. 

You abandon your unfinished mug of tea in the sink before eyeing the shaking tumble dryer. You hoist yourself up, straddling the corner of the machine, a little shiver running through you when you feel the vibrations through your legs and thighs as you settle into place; it takes time to situate yourself, thighs spreading as you tilt your hips forward and press your heat against the rumbling dryer. You shift on your hands, palms braced against the top of the machine as you wriggle into the best position- the second you get just the right angle you let out a little gasp, eyes squeezing shut when you feel how the shaking machine is sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

You keep your eyes shut as you continue to find the right rhythm. You rock your hips forward each time the machine rocks back, rolling the weight of your body down towards your clenching cunt; the vibrations are so strong that you can feel them through your sweatpants, lace of your thong rubbing against your clit in a deliciously rough way, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through you.

As you continue to work yourself up, your skin starts to feel overheated under your clothes, even with the chill spring air seeping into the flat- you fumble with the zip of hoodie, letting the material sag open before you brace yourself with your palms again. You feel how the hoodie slips down your arms, baring your shoulders, and you tilt your head back, revealing the line of your neck as you arch your spine. Each rumble of the machine rolls through you, wetness starting to slicken your folds as you grind down a little harder. It’s a steady, slow climb towards your peak- you shut your eyes to focus fully on the pleasure building between your legs, the way your clit feels swollen and almost over-sensitive from the strong vibrations from the dryer, the way your pussy clenches whenever you get the angle just right.

You start to gasp, biting back moans when you feel how your orgasm is getting closer. You lift one hand from the top of the dryer to run your hands over your skin- your neck, your throat, tracing over the straps of the bra that are digging into the swell of your breasts. It’s good, really good, but it’s not enough; every time you feel like the peak of your orgasm is about to crest, it ebbs away again, and you let out a little whine from the back of your throat. 

With your eyes still shut, you try to conjure up images that’ll arouse you and send you tumbling over the edge. Hands on your body, lips against your skin, your mouth. Normally when you masturbate you try to keep away from thinking about anyone in particular, because you feel like if you see that person in the future they’ll just telepathically know about it and you end up feeling awkward and guilty (even if you know it's illogical)- but today you can’t help it. Your mind slips to the thought of Namjoon this morning and the way he’d smiled at you, and once you start thinking about Namjoon, you can’t stop. 

Namjoon’s smile. His mouth. His tongue. His hands, his fingers. His tall, beautiful body, pressing you down against a mattress, trapping you against him. You take the hand that’s been trailing over your collarbones and lift it to your mouth and press two fingers past your lips, trying to imagine that it’s Namjoon. Imagine that it’s the weight of his cock on your tongue, hard and heavy. You bet it’s as gorgeous as the rest of him. You bet he tastes so good, hot and salt and maybe a little bitter, heady and masculine; you let out a low moan around your lips as you run the pads of your fingertips over your tongue, saliva pooling in your mouth.

All the while, your music has been playing on, heavy beat thrumming through you as you forget the outside world and focus on the reality you’re conjuring in your mind. Namjoon’s cock in your mouth. Namjoon’s mouth on your cunt. Namjoon’s skin against yours. Namjoon fucking into you, hard and deep. Your blood rises in your veins, toes curling as you can feel how your orgasm is getting ever closer now that you’re this turned on, your cunt leaking with arousal; the thought of Namjoon wanting you as much as you want him is dizzying, as unlikely as it is. The Namjoon in your mind fucks into you with a particularly rough thrust and in the real world you respond with a moan, garbled around the fingers between your lips. Fuck, you’re so close. 

Just as you're nearly there, your playlist ends and everything lapses into silence, your reverie shattered. The moment is gone. Your orgasm slips away from you again and you whimper, unintentionally edging yourself yet again. 

Your eyes flutter open briefly when your haze is broken, although you squeeze them back shut so that you can get back to picturing Namjoon and finally bring yourself to completion- but then your eyes fly open again, fingers stuttering in your mouth and hips going still as your entire body stiffens, blood turning to ice in your veins.

The very real Kim Namjoon is standing in the doorway of your kitchen. There’s a look of utter shock on his face, his lips parted, eyes so wide it looks like his eyeballs are going to pop out of his skull, frozen in place. You don’t know how long he’s been there. You don’t know if he’s just walked in on you. Really, though, it doesn’t matter if he’s been there for five seconds or five hours- he’s seen everything, the way there’s saliva dripping from your mouth around your fingers, tank top barely hiding your lingerie, the way you’ve been bucking your hips against the dryer. Utterly desperate and debauched and depraved. 

There’s a small, white plastic bag in Namjoon’s hands with a pretty strawberry logo on it, drooping further and further towards the floor as his arms go slack. You don’t notice it until it’s slipping loose from his fingers and landing on the floor. 

Berries go rolling out of the sagged plastic and across the tiles but Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice. That single point of motion in the room seems to kickstart your brain into gear, your flight or fight response screaming flight, and you practically throw yourself off the tumble dryer. Your brain is entirely empty of logical thought right now and the only thing you can think of is that you need to get away and hide forever. 

You rush past a still frozen Namjoon, stumbling down your hallway towards your open front door- you notice that the latch is stuck, not clicking into place when you’d come back inside earlier and leaving the door unlocked, you idiot. Namjoon always knocks and it must have swung open as soon as he rapped his knuckles against it, and you wouldn’t have heard it over your goddamn music. You absolute, utter idiot.

You’re not thinking about how illogical it is to flee from your own home to get away from someone. You’re just thinking about your escape. Taehyung’s flat is the nearest and it won’t take long to run there and you can survive without shoes; you’re still barefoot but you don’t have time to grab anything. You have to run. 

You’re just stretching out for the door when you feel large hands grab you from behind. You flail, door swinging shut as your fingers brush against it before you’re being pulled backwards by the arms that have slid around your waist. You start to struggle, squirming in the hold, pushing at the hands trapping you as you instinctively still try to get away from the shame and embarrassment; Namjoon’s body is warm and solid against your back, his muscles effectively trapping you in place, and you can feel how his voice rumbles through him as he speaks, audible through the silence of your headphones.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You’ve never heard Kim Namjoon sound like this. His voice is authoritative, commanding. The part of your brain that acts on pure instinct- the part that just told you to go hurtling out onto the street without shoes- responds instantly, and you immediately go lax in his hold even though you’re still internally panicking.

“I was planning on going to the moon,” you say, unable to cover up how your voice is shaking, even if you’re trying to hide behind sarcasm. It’s your only defence right now. Your skin prickles with embarrassment. “Where else do you think?”

Namjoon lets out a chuckle, and your toes curl at how deep the sound is. “The mouth on you.” He sounds amused. You can’t look him in the eye. “Were you trying to get away from me?”

“‘Trying’ is the operative word.” You’re still staring resolutely at the door- it’s swung shut and the latch has actually clicked upwards this time. Traitor.  “As you can tell, I’m not doing a very good job. The sooner I go, the sooner I get the paperwork started for my move to Fiji.”

“I thought you were planning on going to the moon.” Namjoon’s hold on you is still firm. You’re utterly helpless. “Changed your mind?”

“Going to open a diner in Fiji to raise funds for my moon mission. It’s a long plan.” The spike of adrenaline that had burst through you is already dissolving in your system, leaving you feeling limp and strung out. You can’t see Namjoon’s face with how your back is crushed against his chest; when you glance down all you can see is how big his hands are against your stomach. Despite yourself, you shiver. As panicked and embarrassed as you are, arousal is still trickling through you, and you hate yourself for the effect that Namjoon is having on you right now. You try to sound calm and unaffected as you continue to speak, but you feel breathless from the lingering pleasure tingling between your legs. “Can you let me go now, please?”

“Is that really what you want?” You’ve had your hands on his wrists from how you’d been trying to push them away, so you feel how one of Namjoon’s hands starts to slide downwards, slow as treacle, and your breath hitches as his fingers slide under the waistband of your sweatpants. They don’t go any further than that, palm splayed over your hipbone, but you feel your pussy clench at the warmth of his hands on your skin and a whimper slips out of you. “Or do you actually want something else?”

Your fingers dig into his wrists. When you open your mouth to reply, your words fail you and instead you just let out a little breath.  You’re in utter disbelief at what’s happening right now, unsure of what’s going on- you’re not an idiot but there is no way that Namjoon is implying what you think he’s implying. Absolutely no way. Not a chance in hell. What?

As you continue to stay silent, brain trying to catch up with the situation, Namjoon doesn’t move.

“Use your words, baby,” he murmurs. “I need to know that you want this.”

Oh, fuck. When Namjoon calls you baby it feels like a switch has been flipped inside you; like he’s slipped a missing fuse into place and your entire body has lit up, full of energy and electricity from his touch. It’s overwhelming. “Of course I want this,” you confirm, trembling, and then: “I want you.”

Namjoon responds by finally moving his hand downwards. You watch as it goes, how he pauses when he makes contact with the fabric of your underwear, the unmistakable texture of embroidered lace under his touch. He drags his fingertips across the straps that cross over themselves, an arrow guiding him to his mark; your entire body goes tense when his fingers glance over your swollen folds, slick through the fabric.

You gasp. You’re still trapped against him by the strong arm curled around you, but your hands are free- you pull your headphones off and let them fall to the floor, twisting your head around so you can finally look at Namjoon’s face. His eyes are hooded and dark. He looks nothing like the cute and clumsy man who waves you good morning every day; he looks like some hungry animal, a predator who’s been waiting for the right time to swallow his prey whole.

“Namjoon,” you breathe. He gives you a small smile that’s more of a smirk, utterly at odds to his usual dimpled beams.

“You don’t have to settle for an old tumble dryer, gorgeous.” He kisses the bare skin of your shoulder, right next to where your bra strap is resting, eyes locked on yours. His lips are so soft and you shiver. “Let me help you.”

“I’ll have you know that tumble dryer was very close to getting me off, actually.” You’re so turned on right now but you can’t help the words slipping out; a lifetime of snark doesn’t leave you the second you start feeling horny. “So it’s less you helping me, and more you giving me something you owe me, seeing as you took it away in the first place.”

Namjoon’s silent for a second, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far- if you’ve run your mouth too much- when he hums. “Ah,” he says. “That’s true. You’re right.”

“Huh?” You say eloquently, surprised, but then he takes the hand out of your sweatpants and you whine. “Hey, put that back, you’re not done yet.”

Namjoon lets out a little chuckle. “No, I’m not,” he agrees. “But I want to see this pretty lingerie properly. You’re all covered up and that just won’t do.”  

He punctuates this statement by taking both of his hands to your hoodie, where it’s been caught at your elbows, and sliding it off you. He drags his large palms down your arms as he does this, cool against your overheated skin; goosebumps appear in the wake of his touch and you shiver again. You have no idea what's going on right now. Everything feels like some sort of fever dream but you're not about to start complaining.

“If you’re about to see me in my unmentionables I’d least like a kiss first,” you say, pout audible in your voice. The truth is you’ve thought about Namjoon’s plush lips more often than you’d like to admit, how beautiful his mouth is, and it’s got to be illegal for Namjoon to have been touching you for as long as he has without letting you have at least one taste of his kisses. “Please?”

“Turn around, baby.” You instantly comply, all but throwing your arms around his neck as you look at him with an innocent, bambi gaze; he still has that half-lidded set to his eyes but you can see how that ravenous hunger is softened by his smile. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” you say. You might sound like the protagonist to some cheesy romance film right now but the truth is that you’re still aware of the heat between your legs, the ebbed arousal that’s still coiling low in your stomach, and as much as you want to kiss Namjoon, you want to cum, too. “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss m-”

Namjoon kisses you. He cuts you off mid sentence by slotting his mouth against yours, open around the word he swallows, and he immediately presses his tongue past your lips; you yield to him, letting him press his lips to your cupid’s bow as you lick his lower lip, soft and full. Just as good as you thought. No- better. His hands stay steady around your waist, but yours keep moving as you keep kissing- his shoulders, his nape, his hair, his jaw. Every part of him is so warm and solid against you and you just can’t get enough.

You slant your head to get deeper, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths in a way that borders on lewd, rubbing against each other as you trade saliva, your mouth full of the taste of Namjoon. You swear there’s a lingering taste of strawberries. You feel better, a little more in control now that you know Namjoon will indulge you even if you’re being a brat, and you can finally chase the thing that got this whole sequence of events started.

“I wanna cum, Namjoon,” you murmur against his lips once you finally part, breathless from his kisses. “Will you help me cum? Please? Pretty please?”

Namjoon’s lip curls back from his teeth in a silent growl, and a shudder runs through you at the sight; seeing your usually composed neighbour act like this because of you is a heady sensation. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you,” he says, and your pussy throbs with need at his words.

“Jesus Christ, Namjoon.” Your eyes are wild. “I want you to fucking wreck me.”

You get no warning before Namjoon is literally sweeping you off your feet and you squeal in surprise when you feel them leave the ground, but Namjoon’s grip on you is steady as he lifts you in a bridal hold. You feel breathless at this physical representation of his strength- you’ve only seen his bare arms once (that had been a nice morning) before but you definitely hadn’t forgotten about how thick they are, as evidenced by the way he’s carrying you. 

Normally you’d probably be chewing him out for lifting you without warning, but right now there’s a very base, animalistic part of you that goes belly up at the very obvious reminder of Namjoon’s superior power. The instinctual part of you that had initially told you to run away from him now seems entirely content with the fact you’ve been caught, and so you stay quiet in his arms. You cling tight to him as he walks to your bedroom without the need for directions, your flat the mirrored twin to his; you keep kissing his neck as he nudges the door open with his foot, running a hand down his chest, feeling the flex of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. 

He’s so fucking hot, what the fuck.

He’s hot, and strong, but gentle, too. When Namjoon sets you down he’s so careful even though he could easily manhandle you in any way he wanted, and you give him a kiss as a thank you. It’s a brief moment of quiet, that little kiss, but then Namjoon is pulling you back towards him and his hands are all over as he helps you strip; Namjoon’s eyes are heavy on your body as he drinks you in, finally wearing nothing but the lingerie he’s been so desperate to look at.

He sees the way the interweaving straps rest against your skin with the perfect amount of pressure, little swells letting him know that he’ll be able to trace the touch of lace on your body even after he’s ripped it off you. The lace cups of your bra do nothing to hide how your nipples are standing to attention, begging to be touched. But the most eye-catching thing, the thing that Namjoon can’t stop looking at, is how sodden the lace between your legs is; your inner thighs are slick with your arousal, shining, and you haven’t even cum yet. 

“Look at you. So gorgeous,” Namjoon says. “Gonna make you cum over and over, baby.”

His hands feel so good against your skin as he skims his fingers over your panties, but he doesn’t take them off, and you let out a needy little noise. “Please,” you whine. “I need to cum, Joonie, been waiting so long.”

Namjoon watches as you reach to fumble with the clasp of your bra and reaches for your hands, stopping your motions. You blink up at him, confused, but then he’s turning you towards the bed and bending you over it, motions firm and undeniable; not that you would try to defy him, anyway. You brace your palms against the mattress and instantly arch your spine so that your ass is pushed out, enticing as possible.

You’re wondering if you’re going to have to beg for Namjoon to touch you but it seems what little patience he had has run out; his warm palms are immediately against your ass, touch reverent as he slides his hands over your skin, and you press back into that touch, wanting more of it. His hands skim up your sides and his fingers dance along the edge of your bra before reaching for the hooks, unfastening it so that it slips down your arms and onto the bed before you shove it aside. 

He bends over you, chest broad and warm against your naked shoulderblades, arms coming around your body so that he can cup your breasts in his large hands; his palms cover so much of your skin, your sensitive nipples, and you gasp at the shock of sensation that shoots through you as he drags his hands over them before using his fingers to pinch the hardened nubs. You twist your head and make a little noise, and Namjoon obliges you with a kiss, grinning against your mouth with each desperate sound he muffles with his plush lips.

Eventually, though, he pulls away from you. You glance over your shoulder to see that he’s gotten to his knees, still staring at your soaking core, before he hooks one of his thumbs into the fabric covering your aching pussy and pulls it aside before pressing his mouth against you.

“Oh, fuck!” Your body goes weak and you slump forwards onto your elbows and shove your face into the bed, and Namjoon follows when this moves you away from him, tongue buried in your cunt as he eats you out with no mercy. He’s utterly shameless, noises slick and lewd as he drags his wet tongue over your entrance and clit, swallowing down all the arousal that’s leaking out of you, ravenous. You reach behind you with one of your hands to grip his hair, and when you grind back against his face he lets out a satisfied hum; you gasp at the vibrations against your lower lips, oversensitive from all your edging.

“Gonna cum,” you say, twisting your head so that your cheek is pressed to your rumpled blanket. “I’m so close, oh, God, Namjoon-”

He’s been rubbing his tongue up and down your clit in a particularly sinful way, and after one more particularly hard stroke, you finally, finally reach that precipice you’ve been reaching for all day. You shove your face back into the blanket as you cum, all your gasps and moans coming together in one long cry as your toes curl and you tighten your fingers so hard into your sheets you almost pull them off the mattress. Your entire body trembles as your cunt pulsates with pleasure, each ripple of your pussy feeling like it’s passing through your whole body, and Namjoon doesn’t let up for a second, lapping down each wave of cum that flushes out of you. You feel utterly weak as you flop forwards against the mattress, boneless and shaky, but Namjoon’s mouth is still on you and you let out a whimper, oversensitive.

“It’s too much,” you gasp. “Namjoon-”

He takes his mouth off you immediately. “Sorry, baby,” he apologises, pressing a kiss against the swell of your ass. You want to sag your lower body against the bed but his hands are keeping you up, fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass and hips. “You just taste so good. Can you lie down for me?”

“Yes,” you say into the blanket, your voice a muffled slur. You’re so eager to please him even though you feel so weak from your post orgasm haze, and your muscles feel like jelly as you try to lift yourself onto the bed. Namjoon obviously notices how fucked out you are because he helps flip you over so that you’re on your back, staring up at him.

You continue to stare at him as he sheds his clothes. You let your gaze shamelessly rove over his body as it’s revealed- the honeyed tone of his skin, the muscles that shift underneath it, his shoulders, his arms, his chest, the long legs, the thick thighs, the trail of hair that dips down to his-

“Holy fuck.” Your voice is reedy with desperation, and Namjoon laughs.

His cock has to be the biggest you’ve seen in real life, long and thick, fully erect even though you haven’t touched it yet- the fact that you’re apparently arousing enough to bring him to full hardness is flattering, honestly. Even as you stare at it, it twitches, a dribble of precum oozing from the flushed head, almost an angry red from neglect. You watch, enraptured, as he circles his fingers around it; it doesn’t look any smaller in his large hands. He pulls on his cock, long and slow, before he spits onto it and fucks into his fist as you watch him, spreading the wetness over himself.

“Gonna fill that hungry little pussy with this cock,” he says. “Gonna give you a reward for being such a good girl. Is that what you want?” Namjoon watches you as he thumbs at his slit, precum weeping from his tip. “Does my good girl want this cock?”

“I want it,” you beg. You do, you want it so bad. His mouth and lips and tongue felt so good but it must be nothing in comparison to how good it’ll feel to be filled up  by Namjoon’s heavy, long cock. “Fuck, Namjoon, please, I want it.”

You lift your hips so that Namjoon can slide your panties off you. He stares at the strings of wetness that cling to them as he peels them away from your core, finally bare to the cool air of the room, and you suck in a breath. He wastes no time, climbing onto the bed and settling above you, cock swaying between his legs before he grasps it and tilts it towards your entrance. 

You lift your hips again, tilting them towards him for an easier angle- and immediately cry out when he broaches you, head pressing past your entrance. You’re so turned on and flushed wet that the initial slide in is easy, but as he gets deeper and deeper you can feel the stretch, your pussy forced open for him, feeling like you’re being split open with how big he is- you’ll feel the burn tomorrow, but right now your body is ripe and ready for him to take you, cunt clenching as he bottoms out in you. You experimentally tense your muscles and the two of you gasp in a breath, shocked pleasure at the sensation.

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon groans. “You feel so good.”

He holds still for a moment to let you adjust, leaning down to kiss you. It’s deep and slow, tongue swiping into your mouth as you part your lips for him and let him take what he wants. When he leans back, all that softness is gone- your legs fall apart as he starts to fuck you, hips snapping forward as he ruthlessly presses his cock into you. He’s so big and he’s striking so deep it feels like you can feel him in your stomach, and you arch your back into him and cry out each time he strikes home.

The pace he sets is rough and aggressive, the slap of skin against skin and wet noises from his cock driving into your pussy filling the silence of the room, every part of you hypersensitive to every sensation- Namjoon’s weight pressing you into the mattress, the shaking bed, the rising smell of sweat and sex, the firmness of his hands on you. He leans back and you catch a glimpse of his hungry eyes before he puts his hands under your knees and hitches your legs up so that you’re practically bent in half when he fucks into you again- you cry out at the change of angle, how this lets him splay his large hand over the line of your hipbone as he starts to rub his thumb across your clit, continuing to fuck into the whole time.

“Gonna c-cum again,” you hiccup between thrusts, the air punched out of you each time that hot cock spears into you. “Joonie, gonna- gonna cum aga- oh!”

Your spine arches as your orgasm rips through you, coil of pleasure exploding like a firework as you cum for the second time that day, walls tensing around Namjoon’s cock; he continues to thrust into you, even when your cunt clenches so tight it feels like there’s no space inside you for his length. He keeps forcing your body open for him even as you keep falling apart around him, and you keep taking it, loving it. The only thing you can register is the delirious, mind-numbing satisfaction, sobbing out as Namjoon’s cock continues to fill you- you feel like he’s fucked you dumb, like your body was only made to be fucked by him, sloppy and open and wet. Each time he fills you up again it forces a noise from your throat, sounds of almost animalistic pleasure spilling from your lips, all semblance of coherent words gone.

When Namjoon pulls out of you, even though your body feels weak and limp and entirely fucked out, you whine at the loss. The next second, though, he flips you over, nudging your ankles apart before sliding back into you. The change of angle has him dragging against your sweet spot, balls slapping against your clit, overwhelming off the heels of just cumming, but you just take it, drooling into the pillow as your brain gives over to the all-consuming pleasure.

“So pretty when you cum around my cock.” Namjoon’s bent over you, murmuring praises that you barely register as he litters kisses over your shoulders and the side of your throat. “Greedy little pussy takes my cock so well. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Wanna be a good girl for you.” Your words are a slur, your brain foggy but eager to please, answering the question. “Joonie.”

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he says, lips pressed against your ear as he whispers filth to you, still mercilessly fucking into you. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy with my cum. Do you want my cum, baby?”

“Wan’ it,” you moan. There’s heat curling in your abdomen again, pussy tightening as another orgasm creeps up on you, the promise of Namjoon’s hot cum filling you pulling you closer to the edge. “Want your cum, Joonie.”

His fingers tighten around your waist as he starts to jackhammer into you. His cock feels like it’s splitting you open even as his rhythm starts to falter, and after one particularly hard thrust your eyes roll back in your head as you tumble over the edge again, cumming so hard it’s a wonder you don’t pass out. You let out a strangled moan and Namjoon curses as you tighten around him, your entire body trembling under his hands as you give yourself over to the waves of pleasure crashing through you. 

His rhythm falters before he lets out a shout and his cock jerks inside you as your tightening cunt pulls him into climax. Hot cum fills your pussy as he empties himself inside you, aftershocks of your orgasm drawing his seed deeper, painting your insides. You lie there and take it, face turned into the pillow as you focus on the sensation of his twitching cock, the way your body is milking him even in your exhaustion, like it’s desperate to satisfy him even when you can barely speak.

You shiver when you feel him slowly pull out. He’s stroking his hands over your skin, kissing your shoulder blades and nape as he turns you over, gentle as he touches you. “You did so well,” Namjoon praises, smiling at you. “So good for me.”

You still feel fuzzy but you latch onto Namjoon’s words as he kisses you on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose. Words seem so hard to string together right now but you try your best, voice small and weak. “Did good?”

“Absolutely perfect, baby,” Namjoon says, and you let out a happy sigh. You stay quiet while Namjoon slips out of your bed before returning with a damp cloth. You let your muscles go entirely lax as Namjoon rolls you onto your back and gently spreads your legs; he watches as his own cum drips out of you before he gently swipes the mix of cum that’s smeared across your pussy, mindful of your sensitive clit. You bask in his touch, feeling like a cat bathing in sunlight as he cleans you up, stroking his hands across your skin.

He gathers you in his arms and continues to murmur praises between kisses and touches. You slowly come back to yourself as he keeps lavishing attention on you, skin warm against his, turning into his touch as your brain starts to flicker back on. 

Namjoon brushes his lips against your forehead as your higher thought processes continue to fall back into place, although you’re still a little hazy. “You okay, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah.” You feel thoroughly fucked out after three back-to-back orgasms and your pussy feels raw and you’re not sure when you’ll next be able to walk in a straight line, but none of those things detract from how fabulous you feel right now. “More than okay. Wow. When I said I wanted you to wreck me, I didn’t realise you’d do such a good job.”

Namjoon smiles at you, and you finally get to indulge yourself, lifting a hand to stroke a finger across his dimples that deepen as you touch them. “I’m always happy to oblige,” he says, and you grin as you brush your nose across his neck, nuzzling into him.

“You really are the best neighbour,” you say. “Did you seriously come over to give me a bunch of hand picked strawberries? That’s what that bag was, right?”

“Of course.” Namjoon’s fingers continue to rub circles into your shoulder. “I thought you deserved a nice treat after a day of chores.”

“Oh, I feel very thoroughly rewarded,” you giggle, before pulling your head back to look Namjoon in the eye. “God. I was so mortified at the beginning, though. I seriously thought I was going to have to pack my bags and move away.”

“The strawberries wouldn’t be enough to persuade you to stay?” Namjoon strokes his knuckles down your cheek before resting his thumb under the swell of your bottom lip, pushing up a little so it looks like you’re pouting at him. “After I spent all afternoon picking them and thinking about you, and how lovely you’d look while you ate them with this pretty little mouth of yours?”

You relax into his touch, letting him rub the pad of his thumb over your lip, all but kissing his finger each time your mouth shapes itself around another word. “You think about me?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Namjoon says, stroking over your lip one last time before cupping your chin in his palm.  “I don’t genuinely lose my keys as often as you think I do. Though I do still lose them a lot,” he adds, a little sheepish, and you laugh.

“So you’re saying that if I give you a spare key to my flat, I should have back-ups on hand just in case?” You tease, leaning into the hand that’s cradling your chin. “Good to know.”

“A spare key?” Namjoon looks a little taken aback, and you blink at him.

“Yeah,” you say, like it’s obvious. “Y’know, unless you want me to go back to using the tumble dryer.”

The hand that’s been on your shoulder tightens a little as Namjoon digs his fingers into your skin, possessive. That part of you that’s gone belly up for him preens at the attention, still eager to please him and make him happy, loving the sensation of being so desired by someone who you thought was out of your reach. “No.” Namjoon’s voice is a rumble in his chest. “I’ll make you cum whenever you want, sweetheart.”

“Mm.” You hum quietly before kissing his cheek, and then Namjoon uses the hand under your chin to turn you towards him and presses his mouth softly to yours. “You might regret saying that. I’m very demanding. Starting with this- do you want to go get those strawberries so I can have a taste?” You flutter your lashes at him, and Namjoon chuckles as he indulges you. 

You watch the flex of muscles in his thighs and ass as he walks from the room, still in a bit of disbelief that you’ve touched him and kissed him and been so thoroughly fucked by him. Kim Namjoon is a ten course meal (not including drinks or dessert) but here he is, naked on your bed as he feeds you the sweet, ripe strawberries that he picked with his own hands, kissing the taste off your lips between each bite.

You feel utterly pampered and taken care of, reclining against the pillows as Namjoon feeds you another strawberry. You reach out for the largest you can see and return the favour, letting him lick the sweetness off your stained fingers and giggling at the sensation. 

“The dryer’s finished its cycle, by the way,” Namjoon says after he’s finished kissing your fingertips.

“That’s nice,” you say as you carefully pick out another strawberry and rest it against the dark red flush of Namjoon’s lips. “But I’m busy feeding the world’s most beautiful man right now, so it can wait.”

Namjoon smiles at you, eyes lovely and warm as he parts his lips to accept the fruit, before leaning down to press his berry stained mouth against your own.

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[venuscribble]

No open cars, no open bars — Kim Namjoon

A/N: Hello again! Sorry I will do everything but follow the laws of grammar in my writing, I'm working on it... Grammarly hates my guts. Anyways, please do enjoy!

Summary: Joon takes his most favourite person to his most favourite spot in Seoul. He even gains a new friend on the way, too.

Fluff, hints of idol!Joon, gender neutral reader, bullying in a very romantic and charming way

It feels like I’ve lived for this little moment

On the two wheels, everything is just a trivial daydream

“Nearly there!” calls out Namjoon, riding ahead of you with his navy denim jacket billowing slightly behind, spanning out to meet the push of the wind like the wings of a dove. As the same gust pushes itself through your hair and makes waste to the careful styling you had applied to it, you can't help but realise it doesn't treat you half as nice as it does to the man before you. The gentle breeze makes his every movement elegant as he peddles along, head turning side to side to make sure every inch of the scenery around him is taken in. Intently, Namjoon soaks every little detail of his ride up and leaves nothing to be ignored. There’s not a single thing his pensive mind cannot see the beauty in, as his legs continue their steady push of the pedals below him. Nothing is minute, and to Namjoon, everything has its unique charm. It makes perfect sense for Namjoon to demand that the physical embodiment of everything he loves most about biking should accompany him on his next excursion. Despite your feeble argument against it, you knew how much accompanying Joon meant to him, a signal of trust and love which such a small gesture revealed to you. “It’ll be absolutely perfect,” he gushed as you agreed. “My baby and my bike. My two favourite things.”

You’ll do almost anything to see the bright beam of a smile Joon emits when he hears any good news. Even, it seems, deal with the gradual pain in your calves as you carry on peddling your bike along the smooth concrete path. Casting your gaze around, you understand with full clarity why Joon comes here to think - the world around you feels nothing less than idyllic. With the golden light of the sun meeting the greenery on either side of the road which you and your partner now inhabit, it feels like nothing of the cold concrete world you’re used to. Saturated and delicate, the air of perfectness is almost confusing in a sense of unfamiliarity to you. Even the daisies along the path's edge which greet you with a bow as the wind hits them feels closer to a Ghibli movie than your admittedly average life. It feels so unlike bustling Seoul, unlike unforgiving earth, unlike any dimension you could conjure up. This moment between you and Namjoon is so intimate that you conclude the space belongs to both of you and you two only. Only yours and Joon’s reality to feel the sunlight warming your cheeks and to think back on in future days.

“You look so peaceful.” You call out to Joon, hoping your voice carries through the whirring of your wheels and your backpack which audibly jiggles under your peddling. Namjoon smiles to himself, head ducking slightly in bashfulness. Accepting compliments from such a deity as yourself…he knows that will never be his forte. Alas, something his high IQ falters at - the praise of his loved one. He doesn't have a moment to string a reply together when along the path ahead he spots something that has him squeezing his brakes.

“Ah, check it out!” He exclaims happily, dismounting his bike as you brake to find...a traffic mirror? As you settle your own bike out the way to walk to your boyfriend, your head comes to rest on his shoulder from behind, looking up to the circular shape. It gives off an almost fish eye effect, the sky which is gaining an orange hue curving around your interlocked figures. A strong arm moves to hook around your waist, as Joon pulls you into his side. Seizing the opportunity to finally have you close once again, his lips plant a small kiss atop your head.

You give a small puff of a laugh. “Yknow, stopping to look at your reflection is a little vain.”

“Stopping to look at our reflections,” Joon jokes with a soft squeeze to your hip. “Me and my love.”

Your head turns to find where Joon had left his bike - of course, rather half-hazzardly abandoned in the middle of the path.

“You just left your love in the middle of the road.”

Namjoon can only let out a long and disapproving aish at your joke, releasing the hand on your waist only to engulf you in a gentle hug. Your head rests against his chest, finding solace in the familiar deep scent of his cologne. His arms wrap around your frame and rest on your hips, chin resting atop your head as he begins to rock your bodies side to side.

“Stop that.” He whines, rather than scolds. “You know I’d choose you above anything alllll day. Even if it was some kinda super cool mountain bike with an engine built in so I don't have to pedal. I’m still choosing you, okay?”

“Even above a super cool bike with engines?” you pout up at his face. He’s starry-eyed staring down at you, love pouring out of his gaze.

“Even then, and always.”

Content, you allow yourself to settle back into the comfort of his chest. What a sight, you wonder. Two lovers swaying to a melody no one can hear. You hear some chatter in the distance which only becomes a murmur once your senses tune to the soft rise and fall of Joon’s chest. His eyes smile down at you until flicking up to the mirror once more, and the sight of your frame resting upon his as the sunset casts a golden beam over you makes something tug at his heart. "Why me", he puzzles. Why him of all men in this lifetime, granted a gift so precious as yourself. He closes his eyes. His mind spirals into self-reflection. Why should Joon be the sole person granted such a harmonious moment as the one happening in front of his very eyes? What makes him so lucky? He doesn't have too long to analyse what karma he has, as he feels two paws plant themselves above his knee.

“Yeong-Won! We don’t jump at strangers!” ashamedly orders a woman as you turn your head and deduce to be in her mid-30s, whilst she and another older lady pry the golden retriever from hopping up your boyfriend’s leg. Not that Namjoon would care at all. Joon loves animals, and your many days having him give Moni just a few more kisses than you can attest to that.

“Hey, buddy!” coos Joon as he bends to meet the dog’s level. It’s slightly more grown than a puppy yet reaches to kiss Joon’s face with ease as he sinks to greet the boisterous dog. He rakes a hand over its head, running through its golden fur and ruffling his slightly floppy ears. “Nice to meet you, Yeong-wonie. What a handsome boy, eh?”

“He never does this to strangers,” offers the older of the two women to you. “Looks like he needed to say hello!”

You smile in return, shaking your head as Joon and the dog carry on playing as if the world around them has dissolved away. “What a lovely dog, he’s adorable!” You giggle. Joon rises to stand once again, not without ruffling the golden fur one last time.

“So sorry about that, again.” The younger woman adds as her eyes seem to pause on Joon’s face. Not something you're entirely foreign to.

“Wow, I feel like I recognise your face, mister. Dayeon-ah, doesn't the nice man seem familiar?”

The elder, now identified as Dayeon in your mind, furrows her eyebrows together as she thinks. Namjoon all but turns red.

“Ah, my mother tells me I have ‘one of those faces' all the time. It was nice to meet you! See ya, Yeong-wonie!”

After a quick goodbye, you both share an embarrassed laugh together and settle to resume biking once more. The sunset is in full swing now, casting shades of neon pink and blood orange against the cloudless sky like lazy brushstrokes of colour overlapping.

As Joon promised, it only takes a quick 2 minutes of peddling until you rear a corner and the greenery which followed your left side on the path is replaced by the apricot shade of the Han River. The sight makes your stomach stir - it's like nothing you could ever imagine. The setting sun reflects so perfectly, an oil painting brought to life in front of your eyes. You know Joon meets your level of adoration as the wind carries the sound of his small “Wah, so pretty” to you. Joon, your self-proclaimed bike guide during this trip, guides you along the path beside the river further, the atmosphere tranquil with the sounds of birds chirping and your wheels spinning.

“We’re here, babe.” Joon announces, once again dismounting his bike and prompting you to follow, resting your bike beside his. He is, of course, your guide. Your personal guide pauses to stop at a flat square of concrete just aside from the main path, facing the river which grows more and more picturesque by the minute. Your perfect picnic spot, you realise, pulling the backpack off your body and spreading the soft brown blanket kept inside. Joon gives a soft sigh as his body all but collapses down onto the square. The man is uber-fit, almost shockingly buff these days, yet he groans groggily after your short ride.

“Someone tired?” you tease. “Maybe you should be hitting the gym some more than you already are.”

“You're so mean to me. I bring my favourite spot and you make fun of me like this.” Huffs Joon, leaning back with his hands behind him supporting his body. “You’re lucky I love you as much as I do,” he adds with a small laugh.

“I know,” you reply, rapidly. You know you are, you might just be the luckiest person on earth. The one feeling the warmth of Joon’s unconditional love and companionship every single day. You feel like the moon and Joon is the earth itself, only you are blessed to be in his orbit despite the unfathomable size of the universe and countless other people living as you are.

“Hey, you know I'm kidding, babe.” Joon softly argues, hand running through your hair, ruffling it slightly. A blush creeps up to warm your cheeks, nuzzling into the large hand currently entwining it’s fingers into your hair. After a slight pause to collect his thoughts, Namjoon’s voice becomes more gentle as he replies, “Having you...it's like having this one treasure no one else can find. Like, I dunno. Like everything good you’ve done in life is being repaid to you. Does that make any sense?”

“Of course it makes sense, babe.” Your hand pries the one resting on your head to lock your fingers together, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “You feel like that to me, too. I promise. You feel like everything good.” You take a quick look around your surroundings. You catch Joon’s eyes locking onto yours, gazing adoringly at you as if some sort of heavenly body had taken form, moulding into you. “You feel like the sunset and the trees... The wind, the flowers, all of it. You feel like nature to me, Joonie. Just tranquil and loving,” you turn to meet his eyes, “always so loving.”

“Ah, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Didn’t think taking you on my ride would make me so…”

“Gross?” you intercut with a smirk.

“Emotional, Y/N. But, this is the most romantic place in Seoul, I suppose. Doesn't help that I'm here with my angel. It’s human nature to be all soppy.”

You shuffle down to rest your head on Joon’s thigh, the extra bulk recently gained there making for an excellent makeshift pillow. He looks down at you with a tender smile which makes your most favourite pair of dimples on earth take form.

“I’m just waiting for someone to pop out that bush and say ‘Hey, got ya! Look at you being all mushy!’” you joke, the laugh it emits from Joon slightly rocking his thigh and your head in return.

“It’d probably be Jin-Hyung. I would go investigate myself if he didn’t have a schedule after we left. Still, not that I think anyone else can be trusted.” He huffs.

“Mm, definitely not.” you agree, nuzzling slightly into his thigh below you.

“I could stay here forever,” Joon begins after a tranquil minute, “just frozen in this moment.”

You want nothing more than for that to happen. For the laws of time to grant you this never-ending memory, to encapsulate it forever and never again worry about the minutes passing you by.

Joon’s lips press another soft kiss upon your head, lingering there for a while, basking in your warmth and the smell of his favourite green apple shampoo you keep using. Above you the sun gives its last fleeting moments of illumination, sinking to be doused in the Han River. He stays there, engulfed in bliss for a short second, nothing worrying him on Earth. That is, until his eyes widen and his head whips from atop yours to rapidly look at your puzzled face.

“How’re we getting home?” He all but exclaims. He’s right, you're both clearly slumped and what little sunlight that is left quickly fades. You think for a second, then, nothing.

“Shit!”

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[thatlongspringnight]

Effortlessly Alone (Chapter 1) (Jin x Namjoon)

Pairing: Namjoon x Seokjin 

Genre: fluff, soft angst, fantasy

Rating: T for teen 

Length: 3.5 k 

Warnings: Feeding fish food they shouldn’t eat, sad boys

Summary: Jin is an ancient river god, cursed to be trapped in his fish form for his heartless transgressions. Namjoon is a lonely twenty-something who takes to feeding him cheese crackers and telling him about his life. Together this unlikely pair may just find the answers to the loneliness in their hearts are closer than they think.

This is for the Spring Sprouts collab, which has honestly been the highlight of my March, I had no idea how much this idea would spring out of control, enough for me to make this a chapter fic. Tune in next time for more of Jin’s past, and Namjoon taking a date to the river. <3 

The first time Namjoon visits the river, it's to clear his head. Odd, considering the vast emptiness that had seemed to take over in the last few weeks, a sort of dullness that not even reading could banish. He’s new to this small town, and he knows that in part...that’s the problem. He’s new and he’s lonely. Lonely and bored, a job transfer from busy Seoul that had upped his pay, but left him stranded in what seemed like the wilderness. 

It’s different, so different from the fast paced life he’d left behind, and some days...some days its maddening. Maddening enough to force him up onto his feet, jogging through winding roads, rarely paved, taking in his new home, hoping to burn off the anxious energy he’d yet to find a healthy outlet for. 

And today - that takes him to the river, plopping to the ground as he makes it there, the grass soft and cool against sweaty thighs. There is a little sitting area his eyes trail, and a pagoda that looks far too old for his comfort. Like a relic from another time. A cherry blossom tree, not yet blooming, that looked just as old. Out of respect, or maybe fear of spiders, he chooses to avoid them both, instead finding himself lounging at the water’s edge, basking in the warmth of the day...the sound of the water moving by.

“Its not so bad.” He speaks out loud, but only to himself, he’s alone here after all. Nature has rarely comforted him in his short life, but this place...well, he wonders if the water is too cold...or if it would be nice enough to dip his feet in. He wonders what the stars look like at night from here, gazing above the river. “I mean, I have all this free time.” It’s a musing, punctuated by him sliding off his shoes, socks shoved inside them. 

There is no harm in it right? He shifts, a jolt as his feet hit the water, current smooth and soothing and very cold. But he doesn’t move. 

It is grounding and liberating all at once...at least until he feels something nip at his ankle. 

“Ahhk!” He tumbles back, feet yanked out of the water. “What - “ He can’t help himself, scrambling to look over the edge of the water, to find out what - And it is a what, Joon thinks, eyes widening. A beautiful what. 

A beautiful fish. Long flowing fins in elegant shades of ivory fading to soft pink. Big too - like a koi who has gotten comfortable in a well sized pond. Is it a koi fish? Namjoon thinks to himself, his situation forgotten as he stares at the way its fins fan and move, making waves of their own in the current. 

It has to be a koi fish. “You bit me.” The man complains, shifting so he’s staring down into the water, feet safely on the bank, “are you hungry?” He gives the fish benefit of the doubt, surprised to find its gaze on him. 

There is...something there - something behind the fish’s eyes, it gives Namjoon pause - because its an all around human look. A sort of awareness that breeds curiosity in the man. He finds himself reaching for his fanny pack, grabbing the snacks he brought. “I know these can’t be good for you.” he speaks as he breaks a cheez-it in half, tossing it to the surface. “But as a treat, I don’t think its that bad.” 

The fish devours them, and circles after, clearly wanting more. Namjoon settles himself on the bank, happy enough to feed the pretty creature and soak up the sun. 

He goes to speak, then pauses. Would it be completely unhinged if he talked to the fish?

“What’s your name?” 

The voice is a whisper, a sweet sound against Namjoon’s ear, he shudders, glancing around in the darkness, searching for the sound. There it is again, he doesn’t understand what’s being said, but its so close, he reaches out, he can’t help it, he just wants to know…

Who the voice belongs to, what the voice is saying. 

“.....Name…?” 

“Namjoon - My name is Namjoon, Kim Namjoon.” He finally answers, and suddenly there is color, bursting everywhere, and...and a man, beautiful, ethereal, like staring at the moon in reflection over the river. 

He’s sitting, and there is a divide, something Namjoon can’t see - and they’re touching, fingertips brushing each other - How does the man look like that? Namjoon can feel the confusion. Beautiful and fragile like glass, but with a piercing gaze.

He can’t remember ever meeting someone who looks like him, with those full lips, tousled hair, and almost petulant look.

“You - who are you?” “My name….not important.” The man answers, staring up towards the cloudless sky and too-close moon. “You - you are lonely.” its a simple pronouncement. “I’m lonely too.”

“I - “

His alarm is blaring, and he groans, its time for work. He sits up, nearly toppling over as he rubs his eyes. The river, the silver moon, a man - its disappearing as quickly as it was there the memories of his strange encounter already fading to the background 

For the fish, however, it’s not so easy. Centuries of loneliness, trapped in this disgraced form, culminating in this human boy feeding him something that made him want to be alive again...what had he called them...cheese things? Cheese rounds? He wasn’t sure, but what he was sure of is that the moment those flavored breads hit his mouth, he felt alive again….for the first time in over a hundred years. 

Alive, and ravenous for more. For too long he had dined on the refuse of the lake floor, smaller fish and wilted water weeds, when once upon a time he had feasted in banquet halls lined in gold, on bread dripping in honey, wine soaked lips demanding more.

And yet these delectable cheese rounds trumped them all. Made his belly storm and growl, demanding more of them. 

But those are memories that just bitter his heart, move him further and further from freedom from breaking the curse that bound him here. Here trapped in this forgotten land, in the body of a fish - a once great god brought low for his pride, Seokjin, the fish thinks wryly - god of rock and river, whose tears overflowed these banks as a child, lonely and lost. 

Whose only friend in the world was himself, his reflection along the water’s edge keeping him company. It is no surprise how easy it was to fall in love with his own features. 

Jin, of comely face, on his lonely rock in the middle of the river - attracting suitors both human and divine, temples raised in his honor as his power and beauty grew. Jin, with an indolent smirl, laughing merrily, taking a new lover every night, discarding them come morning, no consequences for the divine. Relishing in life because life relished in him, blessed with beauty and an insatiable spirit, a whole where his heart should be.

All lost overnight, cursed for his own hubris - for his own inability to love. 

The fish glances up, risking the dangers of the surface to stare at the moon, at the reason he was cursed in the first place. 

To linger on the huge, ancient cherry blossom tree that shielded the pagoda, the temple erected in his name so many years ago. So beautiful, the springtime blossoms nearly ready to burst. His first real friend, even if he didn’t know it then. 

But its now, not then, and he’s lonely, and hungry for life - and something about that boy’s unhurried, somewhat awkward smile touches that part of him, the part that longed to live again - even in this very changed world, this future that had forgotten him. 

If anything then just to get those crackers again. 

And that’s why he visits his dreams. The only place Jin can show himself, his true self, unable to voice that ancient curse to the boy - but able to be seen, truly seen, to speak those words...loneliness - 

Its...its a trick, to coax him back, with more snacks, Jin justifies, unwilling to admit that he reached out for any other reason, that he took the time under the light of that damned, too-bright moon to expend thousands year old energy on a boy who nearly kicked him in the face that day at the river for any other reason.

That he wasn’t lying when he said he was lonely. That the empty spot where his heart should be ached for something, a friend, a confidant - how he ached for a voice, to speak in more than just dreams.

But he can’t. 

Either way, it works - and he learns his name. 

Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. 

It takes effort that first time, tendrils of magic that he used to control with barely a glance, still - 

Namjoon makes a habit of visiting the river after that first time, Jin wonders if he feels that pull. That same pull he can’t deny every time the man sets himself down on the river bank. 

Jin wonders if its the magic, if he’s grown that unused to the feeling...or...or if its something else. 

“You’re really ridiculous, you know.” Namjoon scolds the water lightly, looking down at the white and pink fish that is floating close to surface,

Mouth opening and closing in an ill concealed attempt to get snacks. “I shouldn’t be feeding you, I’m sure it’s bad for you.” Namjoon drops a broken cracker in the water anyway, watching how the beautiful fish is quick to eat, thrashing a powerful tail. 

Today Namjoon has his camera, a Polaroid he bought to document his new home, a collection of photos of nature and old stone piling up on his desk. He snaps a picture of the fish, knowing full well the film couldn’t capture the beauty. “...I took your picture.” He explains, noticing the way the fish swirls his tail in discontent. “Nothing bad, see?” He’s shaking the developing Polaroid, knowing that’s not effective. “I’ll show you.” 

He truly wonders if he’s that lonely, lonely enough to become friends with a fish. 

But the fish is the easiest creature to talk to, in this town full of ancient history and even older families, well established and not looking to accept a stranger...or all too eager too, to pry into his personal life, there was none of that here, at the quiet little bend in the river.

Maybe the fish judged him, but that was easy to ignore, and he always hung around to listen - sentient fish - Namjoon was growing confident of that.

“I wish you could tell me more about you.” Namjoon offers the fish, showing him the photo, watching it reflect in the water. He watches the way the fish eyes it, mouth moving to blow bubbles at the surface. Does he like it? Does it matter? “Like first of all, why do i only ever see one of you? Are you all alone?” He’d started to develop some theories, and it mostly just ended in someone dumping the fish in the river when they were tired of taking care of it.

He couldn’t think of any other reason, no amount of internet browsing found him a koi that looked exactly like him, certainly not in the wild.

Which meant he was probably home bred, maybe even tossed out for looking like that, and…and that made Namjoon sad.

Sad, to go from having a family to none at all. It makes him empathize with the creature, who was once new to this place too, who found a home...but was still alone. “You don’t have to be alone if I’m here.” He’s tucking the picture into his wallet. “And I’ll keep visiting you.”

Seokjin does not understand the human boy. He comes back, usually every other day - with Jin finding himself more and more longing for every day - but he does not understand, just the same. Does not understand why the boy bothers, time and time again,

To visit, to sit by the river with him, to talk to him. Especially when Jin cannot talk back, relegated to bubbles and splashes, to lingering glances that he hopes the boy processes as listening. He’s lonely, Jin does recognize that - but why….why seek company with a fish?

Namjoon is in that haze again. That landscape he’s started to recognize as a dream, he thinks - it feels familiar, like he’s felt so many mornings lately, comforted, though he doesn’t know why.

“You’re back.” Oh, right, memories of dreams come rushing back, of the beautiful man - who won’t give him his name. His voice is sweet, wistful. “It took you a while to fall asleep tonight.” The man, he can see him so much more clearly than before, resting on the bank of the river, hair as pink as the heavy laden cherry blossoms behind him. “I’ve been waiting.” 

“Waiting…?” Namjoon questions, watching the way the man beckons him forward. “For me?” “Always.” Jin answer, a sort of soft purr to his voice, one that has Namjoon joining him on the river bank. So familiar, Namjoon thinks to himself, wondering if thinking in dreams is even possible, this riverbank - this man with the soft pink hair and lonely gaze. 

“Who are you?” It could be the first or hundredth time he’s asked, judging by the look on Jin’s face. 

“I’m someone not worth knowing.” Jin answers, looking up at the stars, the full moon, a grimace dancing on his lips.

He’s always being watched, even here, in the dreams of a boy who thinks to know him, in his own way. 

There are a thousand years between him and freedom and still that damn moon watches. 

“I think i’d like to know you more.” Namjoon answers. “Or at least your name, I always read you dream only about the people you’ve met, or seen before, and I’ve never seen you.” “Oh but you have.” Jin corrects, often even, though he doesn’t add that part.

“Untrue.” Namjoon is simple about it. “I’d remember meeting someone like you.” “Like me?” “You have the saddest eyes of anyone i’ve ever met.” 

This time when Namjoon wakes up, he’s got tears dripping down his cheeks, and he doesn’t know why. 

Many years ago, someone said something so similar. Jin is trapped, trapped in this form but that does not mean he doesn’t feel as a man, think as a man. That he doesn’t - he doesn’t remember. 

Many years ago when he was beautiful, young, powerful...and so foolish, there was one who said something so - so similar.

A beautiful creature, a human like Namjoon - come to give him praise, to worship at his temple, at its height. He could remember him now - clear as day. Beauty then, like now, was not rare, but what was rare were his words. 

He was quiet, shy even in his splendor, a boxy smile that alighted warm on Seokjin, and often. There were many, many pretty humans who came to see Jin, but he stayed, he became an acolyte, a worshipper - and he never left.

Taehyung. 

Taehyung stayed at his side from the moment their eyes met, from the moment he told him those words “You’re very lonely...you smile, but your eyes tell me what you won’t say.” Seokjin could remember how he felt then, cold water tossed on him, like a rolling sea. 

He had looked away, away towards another pretty thing, a playful woman come to bathe in his waters - and he vowed to not look upon Taehyung again. 

But Taehyung stayed, and it was hard not to look - especially on those nights when he was alone, utterly alone, when it was just him, Taehyung...and the moon. 

“You should worship him instead.” Jin remembers forming the words, Taehyung settling beside him on the river bank. “The moon, he gazes at you every night, I can feel it.” 

“No.” Taehyung shakes his head. “When i saw you, Seokjin, I saw the world in a way I had never had before.

Taehyung - the memory fades, gone before Jin could get to parts he doesn’t want to remember. Too good for him, Taehyung. He looks up at the cherry blossom tree, weighed down with blossoms. Beautiful, quiet Taehyung, who had asked for so little and gotten even less.

Lessons that it was too late for him to learn now, Jin thinks to himself. He couldn’t go back in time and change the way things were, and maybe that was the true curse of it all.

Namjoon is starting to remember, and they both realize it about the same time, the man sitting on the river bank, lounging in the feel of mid-spring. Wondering just how long the blossoms would stay on the trees here. 

“I’m having weird dreams.” Namjoon confesses. “Of a man.” Jin is far too concerned, far too quickly, not even complaining at the lack of snack. “A...beautiful man.” He adds on, cheeks heating in a way that Jin knows all too well. If he could smirk, he would smirk - the familiar thrill of the chase not lost on him, even now. “And I don’t think i’ve ever seen him before.” Namjoon is frowning lightly at the water, well - at the fish.

“He reminds me of someone - but at the same time, no one I know.” He confesses, knowing full well that even to the fish he must sound ridiculous. “And he says I’ve seen him before, or - or met him before.” Namjoon is frustrated, even Seokjin can tell, he bubbles a little, trying to sooth the man. “I just want to know why - “ He sighs. “I know why, its because - its because I need to get laid.” The confession makes the fish freeze, literally, all movement stopping. 

“I am trying so hard, you know I went on a date last night?” The confession makes Jin lap anxiously around his legs. “it didn’t go as well as I hoped.” Namjoon sighs, enjoying the coolness of the river water against his skin. It is suddenly hot, too hot. “But...a date is a date - and - well, i’m not getting any younger.” 

A date. Jin might be old, far older than any other being he would be talking to, certainly older than a foolish mortal boy, but he knew the word date. Had seen many along the banks of the river he called home. 

He could feel himself frown, bubbles rising to the surface of the water as he glared at Namjoon, tail thrashing behind him. The other man was in no way required to entertain men for the sake of his age. It made Jin - well it upset him. 

Namjoon watches, sees how the fish seems to disagree with this notion. Bubbles gathering at the water’s edge as he sways his tail. Namjoon is struck by how disapproving he seems. Can….can fish feel that emotion? Disapproval? 

“Don’t look at me like that, I feel judged!” Nothing, his expression doesn’t change, and Namjoon grimaces. The last thing he wants after the day he’s had is even the fish judging him. “What if I give you the sharp cheddar cheez-its this time? I know they’re your favorite.” 

They ARE his favorite, and Namjoon is the only one of the human crowd who still thinks to bring him offerings that brings the strange and delightful crackers. The tail thrashing ceases, though his eyes still hold that frown. He wishes he could speak to Namjoon then, tell him that as a priest of his - he do not need to - to date. Jin will take care of his every need and more - but he cannot, not yet at least. 

And so he just waits until Namjoon is sighing, muttering something about a conscious spirit in the fish, pulling out the bag, breaking the pieces up as he feed them to him

“Sometimes I think you don’t really love me, or my company.” Namjoon stares at him, an amused, albeit sad look on his face. “You just come here for my cheez-its.” 

No, Jin thinks to himself. Its Namjoon that comes to him, time and time again, and he doesn’t want it to stop - something that his statements only put into perspective. Namjoon had gone on a date, had met with a mortal, and he had not...had not known.

The emotion that Seokjin feels is...Jealousy, and he doesn’t like it one bit.

#ficswithluv #bangtanfairygarden #bangtanhq #btswritingcafe #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #namjoon x jin #Namjin #namjin fic #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #fantasy au #bts collab #collab fic #namjoon fic #jin fic #namjin au

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

☆iv - ghosts of the past☾

Chapter 4 of Me From The Moon, You From The Stars

Summary: We find out what happened to Taehyung to make him so wary of alphas

Warnings: Rape, abuse

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

AN: This chapter gets quite dark and can trigger some people so if you need to you can just skip. Let me know what you think and if you want to be added on to the tag list.

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"i have a closet filled up to the brim with the ghosts of my past"

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TAEHYUNG'S breathing sped up and his vision became blurry. It was like the incident that happened to him just over a year ago. His body froze and he stopped fighting, being taken over by the fear and pain he felt from his flashback.

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It was a day just like any day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and cloudless. It was perfect. But little did Taehyung know his whole life was about to change. He had just turned 17 at the time and had finally finished manifesting as an omega. He still didn't like who he was, but he had accepted it and was learning to love himself just the way he was.

He was walking to school to meet up with his friends Jimin and Namjoon. They were in their penultimate year of high school. Their parents had sent them all to a pretentious omega high school that taught them how to act and how to treat their alphas and betas. Taehyung followed the classes, allowing his innocence and sweetness to shine through; something he had suppressed for a while, deeming it to be uncharacteristic for a future alpha.

But little did he know that this kindness and innocence would cause him to face the biggest hurdle in his life – one he was still struggling to get over. His phone buzzed, signalling he had a message. He checked and saw it was Jimin who was asking where he was. Jimin got worried easily. Taehyung always walked to school and would not let him pick him up. This is something Taehyung knew Jimin hated – he always lectured the younger to always be on high alert while he walked as he never knew who was lurking, and as he was an omega, that made him easy prey to any predators that could be lurking.

Taehyung giggled and quickly typed out a message that told his best friend that he was a few minutes away and that he shouldn't worry. He didn't feel at risk. If anything, he felt safest when he was walking along this path. It was pretty, being bordered with oak and willow trees and small shrubs. He could hear the small critters that made their homes in the branches and leaves and burrows scurrying around, most likely looking for food, causing little crunches and snaps to resonate through the silence of his surroundings. It calmed him. A small breeze blew through the trees, ruffling his curls and sending a small shiver down his spine.

Then there was a loud crunch, like a twig being snapped underfoot. He looked down and saw that he hadn't caused the sound. He froze and stiffened, waiting to hear the sound again. He cautiously turned to look behind him but saw that there was nothing behind him. It must have just been a deer. He continued walking, except it was a bit faster this time. He should have run. He should have known that no deer was heavy enough to make a sound that loud. He should have called someone. He shouldn't have ignored it.

A few moments later there was a second crunch, that was a bit louder this time and sounded like it was a bit closer. Taehyung jumped at the unexpected sound and turned around, catching a shadowy shape darting behind one of the trees. Something was following him. He gulped and turned around, now speed-walking to the end of the path. That was his biggest mistake. All of a sudden, he heard footsteps approaching him. They were hurried as if they were in a rush.

"Excuse me." There was a voice. Taehyung stopped, his senses flooding with the scent of this alpha – he couldn't really describe it, but he knew it was something he did not like. He turned around and saw that it was a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. "Sorry to bother you, but it's my dog. He's being sick but I'm too far from the car to carry him back. Can you help me please?"

Taehyung knew in the back of his mind that there was not a car park anywhere near the path, but he thought that maybe the man had parked his car along the street and was just hoping not to get a ticket, or maybe he had some deal with the police that allowed him to park there even though it wasn't really a legalised car park. What he did next, he would always regret for the rest of his life.

"Of course, I'll help you. Just lead me to him." Taehyung obliged. He always loved animals and hated to see any of them in pain. He always had to help them, no matter what they were. It was just his personality. And he thought the man looked quite trustworthy.

"Thank you so much. Just follow me." He led Taehyung through some trees and away from the path, winding around from left to right so much that he became disorientated. But that was all part of the plan.

"So what's your dog's name?" Taehyung asked looking at the stranger. The man was wearing a worn faded black hoodie and some jeans with a pair of combat boots.

The man frowned as he looked back at him. "What dog?" He asked, looking confused as to where Taehyung had got that idea from. An alarm went off in Taehyung's brain. He had to get away now.

Taehyung pulled out his phone to check the time. He pocketed again. "L-look, I'm really sorry, but I have to go. I'm going to be late for school." He said nervously, backing away slightly. The man turned to face him and started slowly advancing, a sinister smirk on his face.

"Leaving so soon? You've only just got here. Let's have some fun." The man reached out to grab at Taehyung, but he dodged and turned away, sprinting back in the direction he hoped the path was in. He wove in and out of the trees, ducking and skirting around branches, jumping over fallen logs and small shrubs, hoping to get out and find some help.

Alas, his hopes were crushed. The man was faster and stronger than him, being able to catch up in a few seconds. The man took hold of him by the waist and held a cloth to his face, making him breathe in the sickly-sweet aroma of the drugs that had been poured on to it. Taehyung had tears streaming down his face as he felt himself lose control of all the muscles in his body, forcing him to be pliant in the man's hands. The man picked him up and carried him further back into the trees.

"There all pretty and perfect for me to fill with my pups. The perfect omega." The man growled into his ear as he began to under the boy's jeans. Taehyung wanted to kick him, push him away but he couldn't. He tried to scream, but they were so far in the woods that no one would be able to hear him. He sobbed harder as the man pinned him against a tree and pushed apart his ass cheeks to expose his hole. "So pretty for me." The man whispered as he pushed his penis against his hole, breaching him.

Taehyung yelled out in pain, his mouth unable to form proper words. He could feel himself ripping apart. The man began moving inside him, increasing the pain even more. He hated this – he felt so dirty and used. But there was nothing that Taehyung could do apart from take it. The man had been clever – too clever.

After what felt like decades, the man groaned and ceased his movements before pulling out and dropping Taehyung on the ground. He grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him up so his face was level with his penis. Taehyung cried even more as he saw how bloody it was. "Clean it." The man demanded, forcing it into Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung gagged at the taste – metallic and musty. He hated it. It was pushed further into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat, making him choke at the intrusion. It wasn't long before a salty substance spilled into his mouth. The man quickly pulled out and kept a hand over his mouth. "Swallow." He demanded, also covering his nose so he couldn't breathe. Taehyung grimaced at the taste before choking it down.

The man chuckled and let go of his head, letting him fall against the ground again, hitting the floor with a thump. "Thank you for being such a good slut for me." The man crooned. "I'll be back later with some heat inducers so then I can properly breed you." He walked away leaving Taehyung naked from the waist down on a dirty blanket.

He blinked as tears continued to fall. He knew he would never be the same again – he couldn't. He was too trusting and kind. He had to be cold and cut off from everyone so that this could never happen again, and even if it did, he would be able to get out of the situation. He had to be able to protect his friends against this. He had to become stronger physically and mentally.

He began to gain control of his muscles and pushed himself to sit up against the tree. He pulled out his phone and called the only person he wanted to see him like this. The only person he could deal with seeing him like this. Jimin.

He pressed the call button before holding it against his ear, sniffling every now and then. "TaeTae, what's wrong?" Jimin picked up immediately, having been worrying about his friend since he was almost an hour late for school. "Where are you?" Taehyung sniffled again and hiccupped. "Tae, are you crying?" He sounded worried. "Tae, love, what happened? Tell me where you are."

"Jimin, please, I'm scared." Taehyung sobbed. "T-there was a m-man, an a-alpha, and he u-used me." He cried.

"Shit, Tae, okay, I'm coming. I've got your location on my GPS. I'm coming just stay right where you are. I'll come get you and take you somewhere safe. Just stay on the phone with me. I'll be five minutes." Taehyung could hear Jimin running to his car and then the revving of his engine as he sped to the woods. "Okay, I'm here, how far are you from the path?"

"I-I don't know. H-he carried me away and pinned me up against a tree and then he -" Taehyung broke off, feeling too disgusting to say what had happened.

"What did he do?" Jimin asked calmly, pushing through the trees. "I've found your backpack." He added.

"I don't want to say." Taehyung sniffed. "And I'm close to my backpack." He froze, hearing feet breaking branches on the ground. "Jimin?"

"Yeah?" Jimin asked. Taehyung could feel his heart rate pick up. He was going to be sick. The man couldn't have come back that quickly.

"Please say that's you." Taehyung's voice was small and quiet. He was terrified. He did not want to go through that again.

"Wait I hear you." Jimin hung up the phone and ran towards his friend. "Oh, Tae." He helped the boy up and helped him dress himself before noticing the blood stains on the blanket. "Oh no. Tae, I'm so sorry." Jimin pulled his best friend into a hug, noticing how the boy relaxed and melted into his touch. "Let's get you out of here and to a doctor."

"No, no doctor." Taehyung shook his head, scared that he would be called a liar and that they would not believe him. "I don't need one."

"Tae, you are bleeding. Please." Jimin begged. "We'll go to one together, your parents don't even need to know. It will be our secret. Mine, yours and Namjoon's." Taehyung tensed up before relaxing again.

"Where is Joon?" Taehyung asked, noticing that Jimin was actually alone.

"He's waiting in the car." Jimin replied. "Come on, let's go before that disgusting excuse for an alpha comes back." It was then Taehyung vowed he would never trust another alpha ever again if they acted how this man had acted. It was then Taehyung lost that innocent and kind part of himself.

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TAEHYUNG'S face darkened as he raised up his leg and kicked Jungkook in the dick. "I said get off me!" He shouted. Jungkook backed off, holding himself in pain. Taehyung felt everyone in the cafeteria staring at what had just happened. "Don't ever touch me again!" He punched Jungkook in the face before turning on his heel and storming out of the room.

#taekook #taekook smut #taekook fluff #taekook angst #yoonminhope #namjin #omega!taehyung #omega!namjoon #omega!jimin #alpha!jungkook #alpha!seokjin #alpha!yoongi #alpha!hoseok #me from the moon you from the stars #ghosts of the past

[reinahwanggg]

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒥𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑔𝓊𝓀

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               𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

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⇸ i feel like he’s someone who wouldn’t wanna confess.

⇸ like, he’s so content with just watching you from afar.

⇸ how you love the little things, capturing the world with your camera.

⇸ he practically joined photography for you. came for y/n, stayed for the fun.

⇸ it was purely an accidental confession.

⇸ you know those stupid ones where the main character is staring at their crush and blurt out how ethereal they looked?

⇸ that was gguk but like, not in a whisper. 

⇸ poor boy yelled out your name and how much he loved you after he saw you laughing with your friends during photography.

⇸ he had the whole class staring at him, including you, and he wanted to D I E

⇸ dude basically screamed out that he wished he had the privilege to marry your laugh. that’s lit rally embarrassing luv. 

⇸ after class, you stayed behind and walked up to him. (lol, ᶦⁿᶦᵗᶦᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᵈᵒʷⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ) 

⇸ dude felt like shitting his pants. you were much prettier up close. you smiled at him, a bit too wide and stuttered out that you wanted to marry his voice.

⇸ dude panicked and said “why don’t we just marry each other?” and he probably did shit his pants that day, who knows? 

⇸ you smiled, and jokingly you told him “bring me an engagement ring, and i’ll think about it.”

⇸ bright and early the next morning, he handed you a small box and ran out of the classroom. 

⇸ cutest confession ever.

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              𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

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⇸ jeongguk was obviously so eager to do everything with you, hold your hand, hug you, take you out on dates, just, anything he can do with and for you.

⇸ hugest simp on the block.

⇸ would literally bend over backwards just to see you smile.

⇸ you, being the lover of little things that you are, would always fix his collar, file his nails, get him banana milk when he steps on campus after long hours of editing. make him breakfast. fiddle with his hair, take pictures of him from a distance to create that weird silhouette effect thing.

⇸ unintentionally, in terms of skinship, it went hella slow.

⇸ you guys didn’t hold hands until a month and a half in, when he wanted you to stay close to him during the annual club fair.

⇸ you didn’t hug until a week afterwards, when he was leaving to go back to Busan for the break.

⇸ and you didn’t even hug as much afterwards. you guys would just stare at each other, so content, yet a feeling, a yearning for the other’s touch was evident in your eyes.

⇸ you guys would go on weekly dates. study dates, picnics, amusement park dates, aquarium dates, park dates, movie dates, every week, there was always something different, and you loved the adventurous side of gguk.

⇸ three months into the relationship, and he took you to the rooftop of one of the buildings.

⇸ it was a stargazing date this week.

⇸ gguk sang songs and you took pictures, scribbling down lyrics, and doodling as you pleased, telescope here, waiting to be used by someone other than namjoon from the astronomy club.

⇸ you were so focused on your doodles, that you practically tuned out everything around you. you hummed a song gguk would always sing while he's around you as you doodled.

⇸ didn't even notice when he stopped singing and just started to stare at you.

⇸ ask this dude what his favorite hobby is, and he'll deadass say looking at you.

⇸ the moon, coincidentally, was shining brightly that day, and the moonlight made your face glow, the side profile in which he stared at looked so much more perfect to him.

⇸ i swear, either this boy has no control over his mouth, or he's constantly shouting in his head, because he yelled out his thoughts, A G A I N

⇸ you immediately stopped your doodles, looking up at him, eyes wide, probably blushing, who knows? all you know, is that you're surprised. he wants to kiss you.

⇸ fucking F I N A L LY. like omg, you don't know how much more hints you had to throw at him, because he sure is dense sometimes.

⇸ a N Y W A Y S

⇸ you rest your book down, automatically getting up to walk towards him. and he's just staring at you man.

⇸ at this point, the both of you said fuck them stars, cause all the constellations in his honey irises looks like the perfect view, and you stuff that image in your mind to draw that because W H E T

⇸ as soon as you reach to him, bITCH you wasted no time at all. you grab him by the chin and softly place your lips on his, and like mAGIC it happened.

⇸ your lips molded together, with the satisfaction of finally finishing a a puzzle. the joy of watching the array of colors explode in the sky from the fireworks that held them captive. the relief of watching a flower fully bloom. the feeling of now entering a field on a farm, as you stare at the cloudless sky, and a gentle breeze waltz around with the trees.

⇸ you could practically taste the cherry lip balm you would often restock on whenever it did finish from his lips, and you immediately indulge in the warmth that engulfs you as he kisses you back.

⇸ in all honesty, you don't know how long it went on for. when he gripped you by the waist, or when he pulled you down on his lap. even when your fingers moved from his and wove together to the back of his neck, as you both deepened into the intoxication of each other.

⇸ sooner or later, though, you had to grasp onto the feeling of the air, and your lungs pleaded to be filled by its addiction.

⇸ your skinship after that, did change, not drastically, but it did.

⇸ life was fun now, and dating jeongguk was probably the best decision ever.

okay, am i blind or does it look like gguk has on braces ? aksnejsjansn lol

hope you guys enjoyed this. i had another version of this written, but it didn't FLIPPING SAVE.

glad it didn't though, because i honestly like this one better.

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[illeee-girl]

La La(chimolala) Land Chapter Four: To the Hills

jimin x reader genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff word count: 2.5k warnings: none

[Inspired by La La Land]

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You wait on the sidewalk outside your apartment building, gazing up at the palm fronds directly towering over you and the electric blue sky beyond. Late spring in LA is usually nice, after the rainy season has finished—but this year's weather is phenomenal. If you weren't waiting on the car to come pick you up, you'd have headed for the hills hours ago. For a moment, you consider ditching. A picnic up the canyon sounds nice. After all, you do love your alone time.

But you've been anticipating this moment all weekend. So when the limo pulls up, you climb inside.

Is a limo really necessary? I'm just one person. But it doesn't seem like this Jimin guy does things halfway.

The driver takes the 405 up into the Valley, and ventures out onto Mulholland Drive. As you climb higher towards the cloudless sky, you take in the view below. It's a clear day; you can see for miles. You think back to your first meeting with Jimin. You have to look up, he'd said.

Now, you wonder why you were ever looking down.

You reach San Vincente Mountain Park, a picturesque spot perched atop a peak in the Santa Monica Mountains. The dirt road ahead has been blocked off, but a team of men arrive almost instantly to remove the barriers for you. Trailers, cameras, and lighting equipment are spread across the dusty mountain landscape. The driver opens the door for you—nice touch—and you step out of the limo.

"JIMIN-SSHI, SHE'S HERE!" You hear a voice yell.

The door to a trailer across the way bursts open with a dramatic flourish, and Jimin appears in the frame. His blonde hair is freshly washed and blow-dried, his makeup impeccably applied. He's dressed in a crisp, baby-blue suit that compliments the afternoon sky in a way that had to have been planned. The top few buttons of his white dress shirt are undone, and as he eagerly approaches you, you notice a tiny mole resting on his collarbone.

"Y/N! You're here! I'm glad you made it before we start filming—I can show you around a bit. Was the ride comfortable? I wanted a white limo but the service said they only had black available. Did you find the strawberries I put for you in the cooler? I was worried you wouldn't open it and find them there, so I wanted to put a sign, like a sticky note that said 'Hey, Y/N! Open here for strawberries!'—but Tae said that would be tacky, and I think he's right. Oh, and I hope you like strawberries. I hope you're not allergic. In The Parent Trap, Lindsey Lohan's allergic to strawberries. That's how I know it's a real possibility. You can learn so much from movies. Have you seen—"

"Jimin-ah, breathe." One of Jimin's bandmates appears behind him, slapping his back and stopping his monologue. "I'm sorry, Y/N. He gets chatty when he's nervous." He winks. "I'm Taehyung, but you can call me Tae."

"It's nice to meet you, Tae."

"That's Jungkook over there, downing donuts at craft service. He's the one who shouted when your limo pulled up."

"I am perfectly able to introduce her to Jungkook myself, hyung," Jimin defends.

"Yes," Tae responds, "but can you do it in less than eight thousand words?"

Jimin stares daggers at his bandmate, but quickly turns his attention back to you. "Come with me," he says, grabbing your arm to lead you. He lets go just seconds later, and looks as if he'd just reminded himself of something important. "You look great, by the way."

And he's right. You still feel terribly outclassed by him in the fashion department, but you spent a lot more time on your ensemble this time. It's warm out, so you paired a collared, pinstriped dress made of light cotton with a pair of wedge sandals. Walking along the dirt road makes you regret wearing open-toed shoes, but you can't help but notice that the blue of your dress exactly matches the blue of his suit. And with the vibrant California sky as a backdrop, you're both a picture in azure.

You make the traditional amount of small talk—how's your day, how was your weekend—as he leads you down a path and up some stairs to a viewing platform. From here, you can see both the Valley and LA: slopes and canyons, palm trees and sage brush, dirt roads and highways. You can certainly see more from up here than you could on top of City Hall.

You lean against the railing, and Jimin lags behind a bit before joining you. He doesn't seem too enthralled by the view beyond his immediate location.

"We always seem to find ourselves high up, huh?" You smile at him.

"We sure do," a grin tugs at his lips before he licks them nervously. "You're not . . . scared by being up here, are you? We can go back down."

"No, I'm fine." You assure him. "It's . . . beautiful up here."

"It is," he agrees—but he still isn't looking out towards the city. A gust of wind travels through his hair and shirt, reminding you again of the time you met. You feel the urge to grab his collar again—but why? You're not frightened.

In fact, you feel enchanted.

"So, what can I expect today?" You ask him.

"Oh, right," he says, remembering the reason you're here. "Well, we're filming a music video for our new album. The song's about flying high through life—above the chaos and noise of all the distractions—so we figured a mountain peak would be a good fit. Or, rather, the directors did. I don't get to make these decisions."

"Wait . . . is that why you were at City Hall? To shoot at a place high in the air?"

He nods. "As the video progresses, we travel higher and higher up."

"That's . . . way cool."

"As always, you have such a way with words, Y/N."

You smile. "I sure hope so. My entire dream depends on it."

He turns serious. "Well, you'll learn a lot today. We're going to film the parts of the song that we need to, and it'll take more than a couple of tries. You'll see us get flustered, and tired, and hungry, and frustrated. One of us may even get mad at another—it's been known to happen—but someone else will step in and help out."

"And are you usually the peacemaker around here, or the instigator?"

"I . . . opt not to answer that question."

"By refusing to respond, you answer it for me."

"That's only because you're highly intelligent." He moves closer to you.

"Not at all. It's common sense. People want to save face. They'll avoid saying anything that will make them look bad. I've studied this in my character development classes—I know."

"I don't doubt it." He half-whispers, getting closer still.

"And seeing as how you were such a chatterbox earlier when you were nervous, you probably get quiet and despondent when you're frustrated. They're quite different emotions—at least in my book—so you're bound to have converse responses."

"You already know me so well." His lips are inches from yours.

"JIMIN! WE START SHOOTING IN FIVE!" A yell interrupts.

"Ughhh," he whines. "Duty calls."

_________________________

In what seems like a flash, Jimin is in front of the cameras. It's a real "Avengers Assemble" moment, except with seven extremely attractive Korean men dressed in suits. Tae's in navy, and Jungkook—who seems to be the star of the show—is in white. You're unsure of the others' names; there was no time for introductions like Jimin had planned.

They line up in a v-formation with Jungkook at the helm. Jimin's near the back . . .

But you cannot, for the life of you, take your eyes off of him as he starts dancing.

It's anything but a simple dance. The song has a steady, powerful beat—and Jimin follows it exactly. Every part of him is moving: feet, shoulders, hips . . . you cannot stop watching his hips.

You brought your favorite notebook and pen, planning to absorb as much as you can for your research. But not a lot gets written down. What words could you even use to describe it? Enthralling? Entrancing? Mesmerizing?

How about just sexy?

Woah, you tell yourself. Stop it. You can do this. Focus.

They do about five takes of the dance. A few of them sing along with the backing track (they'd recorded the song beforehand so they would have something to dance to), but Jimin isn't one of them. They take breaks in between to swig some water, and the makeup artists come out of the shadows to freshen the boys' looks. By the fifth take, the directors are fairly satisfied with the results—but Jimin doesn't seem to be.

"I don't think I'm hitting the beat quite right when Jin starts singing," he says. He crouches behind the camera equipment to watch the playback. "Yup. Right there. I'm coming in late."

"Jimin-ah, you've been dancing perfectly," says one of the taller ones. He seems to be the leader of the group. "If the film crew doesn't see a problem, I think we can move on to the next shot."

"One more try, Namjoon-ah. Please," Jimin pleads.

You watch as Jimin practically writhes in discomfort. He nervously pulls at his fingers and runs his hands through his hair as he watches the playback over and over again. What's going through his head is as clear as day to you.

He's being much, much too hard on himself.

You're unsure of how to approach him. You feel out of place among all these professionals—you're just some random, nerdy screenwriter, after all—but you want to help him.

Your feet start moving before your brain realizes what you're doing. You emerge from your comfortable spot in the background and walk towards the camera station. He sees you approaching out of the corner of his eye and turns to look at you. You stop in your tracks, sheer panic hitting you like a semi-truck. What do I say to him? You manage a weak, shy smile.

And he matches it with a grin: one that holds the power to explode any heart.

"Very well," Jimin says to Namjoon. "Let's move on."

The team quickly shoots the scene for one of the rapper's parts, and then it's time for Jimin's solo at the bridge of the song. The hair and makeup team has altered his look just a little bit; the suit jacket has come off, and a few more of the buttons on his dress shirt have been popped. He struts out of his trailer, spotting you waiting off to the side.

"I'm sorry for all the wait. But at least now you know that the industry requires a lot of patience."

You force your eyes to leave his bare chest. "It's okay. I'm learning a lot." Only half a lie.

"That's awesome." A long pause ensues. His eyes travel downwards. "It's . . . it can be intense. I wish—"

"Park Jimin! Get up to that viewing platform, now!" Interrupted again.

He cringes. "I'm sorry this keeps happening."

A director walks up, and proceeds to literally drag Jimin away from you.

You trail behind the posse, struggling to keep up in your wedges. You clutch your notebook to your chest. What was he about to say? He wishes . . . he wishes what? Thoughts swirl through your head, and excitement swirls through your stomach.

Focus up, you tell yourself. You review the minimal notes you've taken on the band members—just a page of bullet points—as you walk. Supportive of one another. Self-deprecating to a fault. Busy as can be . . .

You stand on the fringe of the film crew as Jimin readies himself for his solo. He does a few vocal exercises and stretches, and even takes a few moments to do some deep breathing. After a few minutes, he says: "I'm ready."

You, however, are not ready for what he's about to do.

There's no dancing this time. His job is pretty much just to walk across the viewing platform, lean against the railing a bit, and sing his part of the bridge. It's a beautiful scene, but next to what you witnessed earlier, it seems underwhelming—at first.

But then he opens his mouth.

It's your first time hearing him sing—and you are again at a loss for words. You can't imagine a sound clearer, a voice more beautiful. It's a voice with the power to caress you gently, to bring you to tears, to take you to places unexplored. The pure emotion he puts into it is unparalleled.

If I could capture this feeling in my writing, you think, I would be the most renowned screenwriter in the world.

It takes him about an hour to get it "just right," but every single take sounds like perfection to you. When he's finally finished, he downs a bottle of water and uses a towel to dry the beads of sweat forming along his hairline and collarbone. He's exhausted; clearly, he's not used to the heat. His face goes white, and he looks like he might pass out.

But you catch his eye, and he summons up enough strength to climb down the stairs to talk to you.

"Jimin, that . . ." you stumble over yourself, averting his gaze. "There are no words."

"There had better be. Your dream depends upon it, remember?"

"There's no way I can capture what you just did."

He glances down at the ground, kicking a pebble, hands in his pockets. His smile makes another appearance, the color returning to his face.

"Jimin," you start. He looks up. "Earlier, outside your trailer, you started to say something. Something about wishing . . ."

Suddenly, panic fills his eyes. "Look at the time, Y/N!"

You notice he's not wearing a watch.

He starts leading you down the path back to the main setup. "You must be getting hungry. I'll have the car take you back home. You've been up here all day—you've probably sunburned. Later, I can show you some skincare products that I swear by. J-Hope and Yoongi and I love to do face masks together. It's great bonding time, you know?" By the time you reach the road, the limo is there waiting. "Text me and let me know you got home safe. I hope you learned a lot today—you're going to be a great screenwriter someday."

He stuffs you into the limo, closes the door, and walks off.

During your descent back into LA, you feel deflated and disappointed. What the crap was that? He'd almost kissed me earlier . . . what changed since then?

Besides Jimin's enigmatic goodbye, the only words that run through your mind on the trip home are those Tae had said to you:

He gets chatty when he's nervous.

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[bangtan-madi]

546 Days Without You — Seven: Day 190

Pairing — Seokjin x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Seokjin, older brother!Yoongi, producer/songwriter!MC, military au (ish), idol au (ish)

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 2.8k

Summary — Kim Seokjin is your entire world, and that world falls apart the moment he and your older brother Yoongi are conscripted into the South Korean military.

Part — 7 / 15

Warnings — Minor language that’s hardly worth mentioning

A/N — Taglist is open! Comment or submit an ask if you want to be added :) 

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Your finger hovers over the screen, dipping down and rising back up in apprehension. Once it's out there, there's no going back. One it's released to the world, you'll never be able to rein it back in. Like Pandora's Box, there is no more world without your creation once you have the courage to let it go.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you huff out a breath and force your brain to stop thinking. You'd written both Yoongi and Seokjin about your ideas, your worries, and your decision. They, and all the other members, support you one-hundred percent. Many of them had even had a hand in creation. The only person still on the edge is you. 

No more.

"Here goes nothing."

With a sound somewhere between a shout and a yelp slipping out, your finger presses the "Post" option. In a flash, the final draft of your first song is published onto your Soundcloud account. And within the first thirty seconds of posting, you see the view count begin to tick upwards in a shift from zero to single-digits.

No turning back now. Pandora's Box is opened.

Shutting your phone completely down, you shove it into your pocket and shake away the nerves. There's no reason to be anxious; you've been working on that project for almost four months. February turned to March, April melted into May, and pretty soon, mid-June was upon you. The summertime was a promised one, especially when partnered with Taehyung on this special song. You first solo piece, the first time the world will have heard your singing and rapping, the first time you've put yourself out there as Min [Y/n], not Min Yoongi's sister.

But that doesn't keep you from breathing unevenly and thinking about the what-ifs. You'd created a Soundcloud under your real name, so it's only a matter of time before people put it together. You aren't expecting anything huge to happen, but knowing the Army and how both good and bad can come from their enormous numbers...

You shove any negative thoughts away and roll off the bed, landing easily on the balls of your feet. Shifting your attention to your day-job, you grab your bag before shimmying out the door, bike in tow.

The summer sun beats down on the City of Seoul. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you gaze up at the cloudless, cornflower blue sky. Over the last four months, it seems that nature has done what she always does; the colors have returned, exchanging the monotone shades for brilliant hues. Even with the intense heat, you can't remember the last time the commute to BigHit felt so invigorating.

You've been all over the world, seen so many countries, wandered countless cities, but there truly is no place like Seoul.

After arriving at the premises, scanning into the private garage, and parking your bike, you head up to the common area reserved specifically for the boys. It's taken four, long months, but Map of the Soul: Dream has finally finished recording and post-production. The last few weeks have been finalizing photoshoots and album art, both of which are out of your area of expertise, but it's exciting to see everything so close to completion. There's a buzz in the air that can be felt at all levels, even within other groups that BigHit manages (especially the ever-adorable TXT members.)

After the extensive work-hours poured into producing the album, which has keep you plenty occupied over the last hundred days, there's just one final meeting to be had before the first set of press releases go out. One final detail must be decided. You know where you stand on the issue, and after countless discussions with the boys, you're fairly certain about each of them. But the leadership in BigHit, Bang PD and Lenzo Yoon? You're uncertain of what their thoughts are, and that's scary.

The topic of controversy: Tour.

It's been all over the media, ever since there was an announcement of a new album. With Yoongi and Seokjin in the middle of their service, some think it would be wrong to do tour without them. On the other side of the aisle, some think that doing tour without them would carry on their legacy, for lack of a better word.

You're firmly in the latter camp. Yoongi and Seokjin wouldn't want BTS to not tour just because of them. Everyone needs to maintain a sense of normalcy, now more than ever. Like it or not, tour is part of that normal.

Jungkook steps from the adjacent hallway, catching you off-guard and pulling you from your thoughts. "Sorry," he whispers, extending his hands as an offering. "Didn't mean to scare you, noona."

You mess with his hair a bit, shaking your head. "All good, Kookie. Just deep in thought, I guess."

"About the meeting?" Another nod. "I think everyone's started to head to the conference room. Did you see the group text?"

You groan, "No, I shut my phone off after I uploaded my song to Soundcloud."

Jungkook's brown eyes grow even wider in surprise. "What! You posted it? And you didn't tell us!"

Offering a sheepish smile, you shrug slightly, palms facing up on either side of your shoulders. "Slipped my mind? It was kinda a last-minute decision."

The brunet scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Great. Now I owe Jimin-ssi a hundred won."

"What did you bet on?" 

"If you would tell us before you posted or not. Jimin didn't seem to think so. I thought better of you."

You burst into laughter and shove the youngest on the shoulder, turning to continue walking down the hall. "You give me too much credit, Kook."

Out of nowhere, Taehyung rounds the corner. Eyes wide as his boxy grin, he runs up to you, grasps your shoulders, and gently shakes you to emphasize his words. "Did I just hear what I think I did?"

"Y—Ye—ep," you reply, words stuttering due to his actions.

"What did you name it!"

"Sil—hou—ette."

Jungkook shoves Taehyung away so he'll stop shaking you. "Seriously, stop dude, she's not a rag doll."

You snicker at Taehyung's dramatic and insulted expression, your laughter only growing as he places his hand over his heart. "I'm sorry. Did you help her compose an absolute masterpiece? No? I didn't think so." He turns back to you, and his face shifts to pure joy. "I love the title. It suits the song perfectly."

"You'd better send me the damn link," Jungkook mumbles grumpily.

The three of you make your way towards the large conference room. It's the same one that you'd sat in over half a year ago to discuss the inevitability of Yoongi and Seokjin's enlistment. That had been one of the most stressful and depressing days in your entire life. This conversation is going to be different; you'll be sure of that.

Once you're settled in the chair across from where Bang PD usually sits, Jungkook and Taehyung on either side, the CEO enters the conference room. He's followed closely by Sejin, Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon. The leader of the band closes the door behind him, flashing a small smile in your direction.

There's a silence that falls over the room after everyone takes their seats. Namjoon sits between Taehyung and Hoseok, and Jimin sits between Sejin and Jungkook. You sit directly adjacent to Bang PD. 

"Well, I think we all know why we're here," he begins, folding his hands on the table. "I wanted this conversation to be with the small group. No lawyers, no board members, no staff or other managers other than Sejin, who we all know has everyone's best interest at heart."

"There's nothing to discuss," you state, folding your arms firmly across your chest. "There's an album coming out in a little more than two months. When have we ever not considered a tour in recent years?"

"There are different circumstances surrounding this release," he retorts kindly, keeping his tone cordial despite your Min sarcasm.

"No one's saying there isn't," Namjoon agrees, "but she's right, PD-nim. Tour is a natural next step. It's one we've always done for the last few years, ever since Wings."

BigHit's CEO turns towards the leader. "Even if you and Hoseok won't be a part of it for the entire time?"

"We've talked it over," Hoseok replies, backing Namjoon up. "It's not ideal, but can do it."

Bang PD shakes his head, his voice and expression revealing concern more than irritation. "Please, don't take offense to this, but I don't think you quite grasp what we're working with here. We've run the numbers. The very earliest we could manage a tour start date is almost four months from now. Between the album release, press, choreography, concert planning and reservations, and countless other logistical things that have to be sorted, four months is the very earliest."

"That would put the start date sometime around October 1st," Sejin adds softly.

"And the scheduled date for Hoseok and Namjoon's enlistment has been decided as February 17th." The CEO gestures to the two oldest members in the room. "We've come to an agreement that it's best to put groups of two or three through at a time, and Namjoon has graciously offered to enlist alongside Hoseok."

Namjoon offers a semblance of a smile, and Hoseok pats him on the shoulder.

"So?" you interrupt. "That gives us four months."

"And if we follow the pattern of the last two tours, that means that for over half of the tour, not only will there be four members absent, but we won't have a rapper at all. Yoongi will be serving still. And while you three," Bang PD gestures to Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook, "have fantastic stage presence, I don't believe you can carry the album alone. The songs aren't meant to be sung by three people. Not all of them. It would exhaust you, and it wouldn't be the same. For anyone."

"And would the Army want a tour without more than half the band?" Sejin asks, and raises his hands in defense as you shoot daggers in his direction. "Look, I'm just bringing it up. It's something we have to think about it. And if we did do this, setting aside all the issues with scheduling and enlistment dates, would it be fair to the half of the tour that missed out on Namjoon and Hoseok?"

"Then we adjust," Taehyung offers. "We can record performances for the ones that Hoseok and Namjoon can't do in person. Or one of us can take their places. We can grow and adjust."

You thrust your hands towards your Daegu-comrade. "Exactly! We've had to adjust our way of performing before due to world events. We can manage."

"For what it's worth, I think the Army will understand that we'd rather be with them than enlisting," Namjoon chuckles dryly. "It's our duty, so we do it, but we can make it special for them without being there. We'd planned to do the same for Seokjin and Yoongi. We can't put the entire band on hold for the next few years due to members coming and going. We won't survive if we go with that mindset."

Hoseok sits up and adds, "I agree with Namjoon, but I want to say that...that I hope you all consider doing the same for us. If there's another album before we're done, if there's talk about another tour before we're released, I'd want you to do it. If it's you three, or if Yoongi and Seokjin have returned by then. I never want Bangtan to suffer more than necessary just because of our personal duties as citizens. BTS means everything to so many people, but no one more than those in this room and those currently serving. We can survive this, but we have to be flexible. If that means I don't have a single line on the next one, if that means I never set foot in the studio for recording or the stadium for the performances, then I'm fine with that."

Namjoon smirks at Hoseok's argument. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

Bang PD turns to the youngest three, nodding as he listens to the points being made. "What about you three? Are you comfortable doing a tour with five, then with three? It would be another four or five months going solo. I don't want to be difficult--really, that's the last thing I want--but I have to ask the hard questions. All seven of you have almost burned out completely on previous tours. Injuries, exhaustion, health problems: it's all come out of tour going as planned. Are you prepared to face double the load?"

You turn to the youngest, as he's the first to speak up. "I know we can do it. I've been improving on my rapping."

"Same here," Taehyung intervenes. 

"So we can either take up the slack, or we can include their vocals from the recordings," Jimin adds on, showing his support as he gently prods the youngest with his elbow. "We're pretty charismatic if I do say so myself. We can still put on a hell of a show."

You lean forward, bracing your forearms on the conference table as you stare Bang PD down with the entirety of the Min-family intensity. "And I know it's been said before, but it's worth repeating: my brother and boyfriend wanted us to go forward with this tour more than anything—"

"—I'm aware of that, [Y/n]—"

You hold up a hand, cutting the middle-aged man off. "—I wasn't finished." When he falls silent and gestures for you to continue, you state, "They put in so much work ahead of their departure, knowing the whole time that they'd be able to perform exactly zero percent of it. They were that selfless. We owe it to them—and to the Army—to give this tour our all. You have all of us behind this, one-hundred-and-ten percent. We have the backing of the whole damn world. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, and if we don't deliver now, you might not have to worry about the next tour."

Sejin gives an amused smirk and nods his agreement, turning to the CEO with a shrug. "Don't look so surprised," he chuckles at the elder man's remaining concern. "You knew how this conversation was going to go."

Bang PD shakes his head and runs a hand over his tired face. As he leans back in his chair, he glances to each of the members, eventually landing on you. "And here I thought things were going to be more balanced in the argument due to Yoongi being absent."

A playful smirk tugs at your lips. "Well, you still have one Min to deal with, PD-nim."

He gives another pause, as if letting the next few seconds solidify his decision, before clapping his hands once. "All right, doesn't look like I have anything to worry about."

"What do you mean?" Jimin inquires.

"I want to do a tour, too, but I wasn't going to force anyone into that position. It's going to be longer and harder than anything we've ever done, but if you're all committed to this, you have my support." He claps Sejin on the shoulder. "And I think I speak for everyone when I say I'm glad you're still as fired up about Bangtan as we are."

"So...this was a test?" Hoseok snickers.

Bang PD shrugs slightly, ad the entire room lets out a breath of relief. "That's not very nice, you know," Jungkook murmurs, though a smile has spread across his face. "You could've led with that."

"It's my job to play devil's advocate." He grins at the youngest. "You'd better keep practicing your rapping, Jungkook. We're going to need that this tour."

"Or maybe we have another solution." Sejin looks up from his phone, eyes catching yours with an amused expression. "Really? Soundcloud?"

Jimin jerks in his chair, about throwing himself onto the floor in the process. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, he makes a sound of pure excitement and scurries over to wrap you in a tight back hug. "You did it!" He turns his head towards Jungkook, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You owe me a hundred won, Kookie."

"And you didn't tell us?" Hoseok scoffs. "I'm insulted [Y/n]!"

Namjoon flashes a smile that brings out his dimples. "You didn't tell anyone did you?"

Though nearly suffocated by Jimin's embrace, you offer an apologetic smile to the leader of the group. "I kinda just...posted it and ran away."

Bang PD lets out a loud laugh as he looks over Sejin's shoulder, reading whatever is on his phone. "You might want to get on the site then, [Y/n]. You're...well, I'll let you see." His eyes flicker over to you. "You ever considered signing with a label?"

You burst into laughter, wrapping your arms around Jimin's forearms, leaning back against his shoulder. "In your dreams!" 

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[hongism]

aphelion ch. 1

Pairing(s): None for the time being (will change in the future; ot7 x female reader for now)

Genre: Slice of Life!au, Real life, Heavy Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 9455

Rating: PG-13/T (subject to change)

Warnings: none for the time being

Notes: my child has been revamped!1!1 i really hope you guys love it as much as i do, and i truly am much more proud and confident in this story now.

check out the preface if you’d like here

Summary: The ups and downs of life come in many forms. Jimin considers himself lucky some days, and on others, he only sees the ugly bits in front of him. Taehyung lives life with a white sheet of positivity over his eyes even when bad things happen and life crumbles around him. Yoongi lets his patience run too short. Then again, he thinks life is too short to waste time on people or things that aren't worth it. Seokjin finds it best to be there for everyone else before he takes time for himself, and that has serves him well each day (or so he tries to tell himself). Hoseok has a porcelain mask he wears to hide any negative thoughts or the ebbing away of his confidence, but as long as he wears it, no one can tell, right? Jungkook finds worth in his hyungs, sees a responsibility to be strong for them and listening to their struggles before sharing his own. Namjoon wishes his position as leader could be less of a struggle but convinces himself that the outcomes of his job are better than the burdens along the way. Where does the puzzle piece that is Y/N L/N fall into place? Well, she is only trying to live life with the cards dealt to her, the struggles being opportunities for growth for not only her, but the people around her.

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Chapter: I Remember the Night Sky when I was Young (mikrokosmos - bts)

At long last, he is content with that fact.

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The night sky has always been his safe haven, the holder of all his emotions and dreams. The bright stars that glisten above his head glow for him and him alone, beckoning him to stretch his hands out and reach for them. He has never been selfish enough to imagine himself grabbing hold of one or guiding the lights with his voice. A moment of quiet throughout the room, he can breathe by himself for the time being, staring out the somewhat foggy window and up at that indigo sky with its lights weaving through it like veins. The gleam of the city below permeates the beauty a bit too much, and he thinks about how it cannot compare to the sky he saw when he was younger and more naive.

“That one is my favorite!” Jimin looks in the direction his friend is pointing, seeing a mass of glittering stars above him.

“Which one?”

“That one!” You point with more vehemence now. Jimin laughs.

“I like it,” he tells you, even though he still can’t tell which one you are talking about.

“And that one! Those three that look like a shape too! And the two on top of them are like crystals, so those are my favorite too!” You sit up as you get more excited, motioning at the cloudless expanse about their heads with a wide smile on your lips.

“Y/N, you can’t have so many favorites!” Jimin laughs again and tugs on your shirt sleeve. You pout back at him, pulling your arm away from his, and turns to someone else.

“Grandma! I wanna see the stars closer!”

“I’ll ask your grandfather to get the telescope, honey.” You clap your hands together before sitting back down on the cool grass beside Jimin.

“I wish I could touch the stars. They’re so pretty. Can you imagine holding one in your hands?” You tuck your knees to your chest and rests your chin atop them. Jimin stays on his back, watching the sky.

“It would be the most beautiful thing, yeah?”

“I’ll reach them one day and hold one for you!”

“You won’t need to do that, because I’ll be right there with you. Then we can each have a star of our own.”

You spread your arms wide and beckon to the galaxy. “I want to hold all of them. They look so lonely up there. I’ll hug every one of them!” Jimin giggles, and through the squinting of his eyes, he spots a flash of light dancing across the sky.

“Hey Y/N, there’s a shooting star! Quick, make a wish!” You shut your eyes and clasp your hands together. Jimin mimics the action, holding his hands over his face as he whispers his wish to himself. When he reopens his eyes, you are already back to staring upwards. “What’d you wish for?” He nudges your side with his foot.

“Hey, I can’t tell you that! It’s a secret. If I tell you, then it won’t come true.”

“Aw, fine. You don’t have to tell me now, but promise that you’ll tell me if it comes true!”

“Pinky promise. Only if you tell me yours too!” You extend your little finger to Jimin. He links his with yours, tightening his grip with a grin.

“Pinky promise.” A few moments later, he releases your hand with a sigh. “I hope our wishes come true.”

“I know they will. The pretty universe always listens to wishes, because the person behind it makes them come true!”

Thinking back on it, Jimin wants to laugh at your hopeful words. Do wishes really come true? As a child, things were easy and carefree. His naivety was stupid. Maybe his dreams were too. Nowadays, it seems like his dreams are drifting further away, and the certainty of achieving everything he hopes to is a distant ambition. He huffs at his spot by the window, watching the yellow light of the city blend together with the dark sky and dim the shine of the stars. Maybe it's a sign, and it's telling him that his wishes made as a foolish child will never come true.

"Hey, it's late." Someone disturbs his ruminations, intruding on his quiet space. Jimin looks back just before a hand hits his shoulder. His leader smiles down at him. All Jimin can do in response is heave a deep sigh. Namjoon squats down beside him, tucking his legs underneath him as he settles next to the window. "We've got the entrance ceremony early in the morning. Why are you up?"

"Had a lot on my mind tonight."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Namjoon nudges his shoulder as though prompting him to explain his thoughts.

"It's hard to believe that Jungkook is going to be in secondary school at last." Jimin snorts under his breath as he thinks of the youngest of the group.

"Definitely weird. I'm sure Y/N’s entrance is weirder for you though?" Jimin holds back a frown as Namjoon broaches the subject.

"Yeah...All I can seem to think of tonight are times when we were younger. I mean, secondary school? It seems like yesterday when I saw her and my brother enter primary school."

“It can be strange to watch someone grow up before your eyes.”

“Half the time it seems as though she’s already my age or older because she’s been making big life decisions so early on, though I can only imagine her as the same little girl from when we were kids.”

"Do you miss it?" Namjoon asks, glancing out the window and at the sky as Jimin does.

"Miss what?"

"Times when you were younger?"

"Don't we all? Things were so much easier back then." Again, Namjoon's hand finds his shoulder, remaining there this time for more than a couple seconds.

"You are full of stress and worries, Jimin. Life has ups and downs, tough spots and great times. We can make it through this, and things will be great for us one day." The words of comfort do little to ease any of Jimin's worries or concerns, so he takes it with a grain of salt. It's the thought that counts, or so he attempts to tell himself. As Namjoon pushes himself up with the help of his pressure on Jimin's shoulder, he offers one more suggestion. "Get some sleep. You don't want to be falling asleep as Jungkook and Y/N have their special ceremony, do you?"

"No," Jimin mutters back, but makes no effort to move. He can almost feel the heat of Namjoon's stare on his back. When he glances over his shoulder, the older boy is gone though, and Jimin finds himself again alone staring at the stars. He remains there for a few more minutes, until the sky no longer interests him and he does not want to dwell on his memories any longer. He gets up and trudges back to the group's shared room. Namjoon is back in his bed, seemingly asleep already, along with the other members. It takes a bit too much effort to climb to his bed on the top bunk thanks to his foot slipping off the ladder and nearly hitting Hoseok’s sleeping form below. Jimin gets there nonetheless and hitting his squeaky mattress with a thud. Someone shifts across the room but makes no further noise, so Jimin isn’t too concerned about having woken someone up.

He decides to check his phone one last time before trying to fall asleep. More than anything, he wants to send a final text to Y/N telling you that he’ll be looking for you tomorrow and still has dibs on taking you to dinner later as well. You’ve texted him already though, to his surprise, because he was expecting you to go to bed earlier.

Y/N: I’ll be looking for you tomorrow! My grandparents are in town too, so they want to treat us to any early dinner.

Jimin laughs under his breath, not at the message, but rather the fact that the two of you had such similar thoughts about texting. He rolls onto his side as he sends a text back before placing his phone to the side, deciding to try to rest so he won’t feel miserable tomorrow.

The lull of sleep does not come quickly, and Jimin finds himself staring at the ceiling for an uncertain amount of time. The stars hang at the forefront of his troubled mind, the indigo universe before him, and his best friend making silent wishes at his side. I wonder, did your wish come true? Jimin knows they were too young at the time to make any sort of serious wishes, he may have been thirteen or fourteen at the time so you would have only been eleven. Knowing you, you probably wished for a new pair of dance shoes. Then again, that was right before you left for Seoul...maybe your wish did come true. Jimin allows his head to fall to the side, gaze lingering on the muted form in the next bed over through the shroud of darkness.

At some point between that thought and his unfocused stare, sleep overtakes him, but not for long, seeing as it feels like he’s had his eyes shut for a few minutes when someone hits his mattress. Groaning, Jimin rolls over and attempts to cover his face with the blankets, but whoever woke him up is now atop the bed and the added weight prevents him from moving.

“Jiminie, you gotta wake up~” The singsong voice can only belong to one person, and as soon as Jimin recognizes it, he rolls over to face the person in question after exhaling a deep heave of breath.

“Hyung, five more minutes,” he whines in response. Hoseok laughs, hand contacting Jimin’s shoulder.

“We’ll be late if we wait any longer. Besides, we need to leave soon so we can get good spots to see Jungkook.” Hoseok pushes himself up, turning to hop down the ladder rungs and leaving Jimin to get up on his own now. As he glances around the room, it seems the other members have already gotten up and left the room, because aside from him and Hoseok, the room is empty.

“Did Jungkook already leave?” Jimin asks as he starts to climb down to the floor.

“No, his parents came by to see him a few minutes ago, but he said he wanted to ride with us to the school,” Hoseok explains. Jimin hums in acknowledgement of the older’s words. “Are uh, Y/N?” Hoseok passes a look Jimin’s way to double check that he got the name correct, at which point Jimin nods in approval. “Are her parents coming for the ceremony?” His hands near the dresser, but once Hoseok’s words process in his still sleep-hazed brain, he freezes, lips falling into a frown. The older man notices the hesitation within a second. Jimin senses the heat of the stare on his back and tries to shake off any signs of his emotions so that Hoseok doesn’t ask questions. He clears his throat, then looks in Hoseok’s direction.

“Her grandparents came all the way from Busan! She hasn’t seen them since 2009, so them being at the ceremony means the world to her. I saw them right before I came to Seoul, and they said they were trying to save up money to visit, so I know this is what all of them want most.” None of his words are false; perhaps, he is merely hiding the whole truth. Jimin honestly does not know much about your parents or family, except that you have lived with your grandparents for as long as he can remember and that your cousin became an idol in 2012. It has been a topic that he was curious about when he was younger, and he even asked his mom if she knew why you lived with your grandparents, but she had told him that she knew nothing about it. When he questioned you about the topic, you were open to telling him the things your grandparents shared with you. He knows about your mother, but as far as information about your father, he has none because you had none herself the last time he asked. Quite a bit of time has passed since then though, so perhaps he should ask again to see if there’s anything else he should know.

“Wow, five years? It must be hard for her to be away from family for so long.” Jimin busies himself with finding an outfit to wear to the ceremony while Hoseok continues to talk. “I guess she has her cousin, but I’m sure he stays busy with schedules and promotions being in a successful group and all…” Jimin grunts at the statement, an unintentional action that slips between his lips without warning, and Hoseok voices his concern the moment he hears the sound of exasperation. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Jimin reassures, but the air tenses up rather than calming. He forces his lips to curl into a weak-willed smile, and although the older man does not appear to be convinced by the action, he leaves the topic alone nonetheless, and Jimin takes the air of freedom to his lungs. Escaping to the bathroom, he hurries to change clothes. The dorm’s air feels colder than usual, but it could simply be the fact that the winter weather is beginning to drag through March and shows no signs of relenting any time soon.

“Ready to go, Jimin?” Someone asks when he emerges from the bathroom. Due to being a bit distracted upon exiting, he nearly slams into said person, but he is quick enough to throw up his hands and maintain the distance as best he can.

“Ah, Namjoon-hyung. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I just need to drop the clothes on my bed, then I’ll be good to go.” Jimin holds up the wad of pyjamas, a sheepish smile decorating his lips. Namjoon laughs in response rather than saying anything and steps away to check his phone. Once he tosses his clump of clothes onto his bed, he rejoins his fellow members in the cramped living area. There is barely enough room for the six of them, so it is a wonder how they can manage to fit all seven of them in the room at one time, but they’ve done it before so obviously it’s not impossible. That being said, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung are pressed together on the couch that is barely big enough to fit two people on it. “Are we leaving now?” Jimin asks. Despite his gaze being on Namjoon, someone else responds with a typical drawling tired tone.

“We were waiting on you.”

“Oh you were? Sorry, hyung, I went to bed late last night.” Namjoon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he stands up, bumping Taehyung and Hoseok on the way up.

“I told you that you would be tired in the morning if you stayed up,” he chastises, but there is the slightest hint of a smile and a dimple on the leader’s face. Jimin rubs the back of his neck, heat climbs his cheeks and lands there, but he says nothing in response. Namjoon glances at his watch. “We better go so we can get a good view on the balcony.”

The fresh, outside air bites at his skin when he steps out the door. Tucking the wool scarf around his neck closer to his face, Jimin follows Seokjin to the van where their manager waits. A slight tremble rises in his fingers, and he clenches his fists as tight as possible to eradicate the feeling. Their manager, Sejin, opens the door to the car. As Jimin climbs in, he takes note of how Sejin wears only a short sleeved shirt and wonders how he doesn't complain about the cold because Jimin's fingernails are already turning slightly blue thanks to the chill. In fact, none of the other members, aside from Yoongi are bundled up in the same manner that Jimin is. When Taehyung falls into the seat beside him in the back of the van, he glances at Jimin's shivering form.

"Aren't you cold?" Jimin asks, trying to avoid the uncomfortable scrutiny.

"The weather's warmer than usual today actually," Taehyung responds, the corners of his lips dipping down too far for Jimin's liking. He prefers to be enraptured by the whizzing of traffic out the window to his left rather than blinking back at that perceptive expression which holds too much worry for his liking. The good about keeping your best friends far out of reach is the lack of questioning. No "how are you"s, or "are you okay"s, because they cannot see you, and Jimin believes that he much prefers it to hang in that strange state while he can keep it there.

Similar to the reminiscence of the night before, Jimin stares out a foggy window, one that bears the heat of his breath across the glass, except his stars and universe are not visible anymore. It slips through shaking fingers one more time. Time grants him reprieve, because the van slows to a stop in an empty parking slot near their destination. Perhaps he moves a bit too quickly as he climbs out of the car, because the world spins around him a few times before black settles onto the edges of his vision. A hand clasps his shoulder in efforts to steady him. Rather than voicing his gratitude, he curses himself for allowing the weakness to slip through the cracks. A smile pressed onto full lips, eyes forced shut to hide their drifting, and Jimin pulls away from the person steadying him in favor of heading to the building first. Seokjin walks alongside him, bearing a bouquet of flowers that Jimin never saw him pull out prior to now, but he decides not to question it. Instead - Damn, I forgot to get flowers for Y/N.

“When did you get the flowers, hyung?” he inquires, glancing at Seokjin out the corner of his eye. His voice comes out a bit muffled thanks to the scarf wrapped around his neck and face, but the older man understands him nonetheless.

“Taehyung and I stopped to get some yesterday. I meant to ask you if you wanted to come, but you ended up staying late at the studio practicing with Hoseok.”

“Yea, I should’ve gotten flowers for Y/N” He trails off, shifting his attention to the school building before them. A sigh, then he continues. “I feel bad. She always makes time to come see me and support us even though she has a busy schedule too. I wasn’t able to be there for her last year because I was so focused on debuting and trying to put myself out there.” His words are turning into a rant. Maybe he should be quiet, but these are things he has never gotten off his chest and to be able to release all the pent up emotions now is worth it to him. He catches the sideways look that Seokjin passes his way. The emotion in his eye sends a surging sensation through Jimin, one that threatens to cause his eyes to blur, but he manages to hold it back.

“I’m sure Y/N will be glad that you came. I may not know her well, but I doubt she’ll care if you bring her flowers or not. Besides, Taehyung got a bouquet for her. We aren’t coming empty handed at least, right?” Seokjin offers a smile, and it’s meant to comfort Jimin. The revelation that Taehyung thought to get her flowers and Jimin did not, however, arouses a foul taste in the back of his mouth. How long have I known her? He pushes those thoughts and feelings to the back of his mind, attempting to focus on the good side of the spectrum.

“You’re right, hyung!” A smile spreads across the older’s lips as Jimin says the words. “Maybe I’ll have a chance to talk to her before the ceremony starts too!”

The building, even though they arrived rather early, already bears halls full of smiling parents and families alongside new students who fidget with the edges of their yellow and black uniforms. The staff surrounding them directs the group to a staircase off to the side that isn’t as crowded as the others, saying that they wish to catch a few clips of them all together before Jungkook has to go work on his paperwork and join the other students in the auditorium. Jimin can’t help but to laugh as he watches Jungkook fidgeting with the edges of his uniform, and when the younger pouts at him, Jimin tackles him with a hug.

“Don’t be so nervous, Jungkookie! Everything will be fine.” Jungkook’s cheeks flush with color as Jimin rubs his hair and tries to shy away from the mothering of Jimin.

“There’s just a lot of people here. It makes me a bit nervous…”

“We perform in front of crowds all the time! Don’t think too hard about it, okay?” Jungkook runs a hand through his burgundy colored hair. The insecurity shines through his eyes, bearing two holes into Jimin’s skull, and he frowns back at the boy. “You look great, yea? We’ll be cheering for you the whole time.” This time, Jungkook grins, front teeth peeking over the edge of his lower lip.

“Thanks, hyung. I’ll be looking for you guys on the balcony, okay?”

“You better be! We’ll take lots of pictures too,” Jimin says, bumping against Jungkook’s shoulder. The younger overdramatizes the force of the nudge and proceeds to launch his body to the left. “I’m gonna take so many bad pictures of you and post them on Twitter now.” Jungkook is about to retort but Manager Sejin pulls him to the side, claiming that he needs to fill out his paperwork before the ceremony starts, and Jimin nearly cackles at the expression of disappointment on his face.

“Are you teasing our little Jungkookie, Jimin-ah?” An arm loops around Jimin’s shoulders as he is mid-laugh, and he glances over at the culprit to find Hoseok with his trademark grin, ears bent forward a little thanks to his beanie. “Let’s head upstairs and try to find a good spot to stand! I wanna get a good view for pictures.”

As they get closer to the main doors, more students come into view along with parents who fuss over the tidiness of the uniform or loose hairs that hang a bit too far into their child’s face. First instinct is to scan the crowd in search of Y/N, but Jimin soon realizes that he cannot do that given the amount of people in the hallway. Seokjin tugs the sleeve of his sweater as he attempts to drag Jimin to the nearest staircase, saying that it may be easier to find Y/N once they are up on the balcony. Despite those hopeful words, Jimin has the same amount of struggle in finding the teen when looking down from the balcony. Although Hoseok made it sound as though there weren’t going to be many spots left, the balcony remains relatively bare compared to the auditorium floor below, where students line up in their matching black and yellow uniforms. That mass of color doesn’t allow any single student to stand out, so finding Y/N would be a nightmare of its own.

Taehyung joins Jimin at the railing, looking down at the crowd with the same amount of awe. “Wow the class seems so big compared to ours, doesn’t it?”

“Yea, I didn’t realize this school took so many students for first year. I mean, when you see the graduating class, it seems a lot smaller than this.” Jimin scans the crowd still in search of his friend. The presence of cameras behind them should be more of a concern, but seeing as Taehyung makes no move to talk to them, Jimin doesn’t put much thought into it. Namjoon and Hoseok take over on their own, and as they do, Taehyung looks back over his shoulder to laugh along with his hyungs.

“Hey, there’s Jungkook again!” Hoseok rushes to Jimin’s side, a hand draping around his shoulder while the other points down near one of the entrance doors to the lower level. Jimin follows the trajectory of his finger with his eyes. Sure enough, their doe-eyed youngest member stands near the doors. Even though he is surrounded by many other students who stand in the same position as him, Jungkook does nothing to initiate conversation or interact with any of them. Jimin decides to join Hoseok in waving at the youngest.

“I bet he isn’t going to notice you two.” Yoongi laughs behind the pair as they continue to wave their arms at Jungkook. Hoseok smiles over his shoulder, saying something about how Yoongi ought to join them in waving,  but Jimin pays the words no mind. Rather, someone else captures his attention.

“Y/N!” He clasps the bar in front of him and leans forward.

“Where?” Taehyung throws his body at the bar too, squeezing back between Jimin and Seokjin to catch a glance of the aforementioned girl. Jimin points in the girl’s direction. As though sensing the sudden attention, you lift your chin, eyes finding the balcony, and then you lock gazes with Jimin. Your hair hangs loose, not confined to the band that keeps strands out of your eyes for once. He is almost positive that your grandmother requested the choice for you since you despise wearing your hair down so much. When you find him, a grin stretches your lips. Even with the distance, Jimin feels certain that he can see the soft crescents your eyelids form when you smile. Proud. Proud that he brought that smile to your face, proud that his mere presence gave you so much happiness. Validated. Yes, he feels very validated by the sight of it. Waving, Jimin beams back at you, and Taehyung joins him once he spots you. “Ah, she looks so different with the uniform on!”

“So does Jungkook. I can’t believe they’re both already in secondary school.” Jimin huffs as he rests his arms on the railing.

“Growing up right before our eyes.” Taehyung laughs and drops his arm on Jimin’s shoulder. The crinkling of plastic hits Jimin’s ears. He looks over at Taehyung, noticing the bouquet of flowers in his other hand. Taehyung must realize that Jimin is staring because he asks, “Did I pick the right kind of flowers? I wasn’t sure what her favorites were, so I picked one of those mixed bouquets.” White lilies, daisies with the yellow centers, dainty pink buds that haven’t bloomed yet, and huge daffodils with the sickly sweet scent Jimin catches even with the distance between them — he grins.

“She’ll love them. She always went straight for daffodils when we were younger.”

“Thank goodness! I’m gl—”

“Guys, look over there!” Hoseok is the one who snatches the attention away from Taehyung, motioning somewhere further along the balcony. Both Jimin and Taehyung lean back in search of the object of Hoseok’s focus. Inadequate, if Jimin had to describe the feeling in one word. All the sudden, the joy of pride and validation seep out of his body, pooling on the floor and leaving him with the bitter sensation that tingles in his fingertips. Taehyung’s eyes are as wide as can be, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ as he processes the people walking across the balcony. Jimin, on the other hand, cannot share in the same awe. The group of four stop only a couple feet away. It does not slip past Jimin’s notice when Yoongi slides further to the left and puts more distance between himself and the group. Namjoon nearly does the same but hesitates at the last second, eyes far too focused on the people.

The air chokes Jimin, holds his throat in a tight grip, and makes the world seem a lot slower than before. Every motion comes in slow motion. He shifts his gaze away from the group, allowing it to fall back down to where Y/N smiled up at him minutes ago. Gone. Not the girl, but rather, the smile. Now no longer directed at Jimin, at least. Instead, you fixate it on the group of newcomers who wave down at you and call your name.

“Hyung, isn’t that Taemin-sunbaenim?” Taehyung hisses under his breath, trying to keep the others from overhearing. His hand latches around Jimin’s wrist, but his question is meant for Hoseok.

“Yea...I think those are EXO members too, right?” The grip on his wrist tightens. “I didn’t think they would be here.”

“Well, Y/N must know them from trainee days, right Jimin?” With the attention now on him, Jimin clears his throat. Words refuse to come out though, and his voice produces no sound, so he resorts to a weak-willed nod. None of it is a secret to him; you told him all about it before, never failing to lengthen the list of high-profile names you have the pleasure of knowing. While Jimin knows that the names exchanged over those late night phone calls were never meant to spite him or be a brag, he also is well aware of the effect it has on him. When he reflects on it, those doubts come without want or warning. Compared to them...who is he? Jimin raise a hand to his face, fingers snagging the skin on his cheeks and pinching it tight. “—her cousin, remember?” He processes the fact that Taehyung speaks again, but the words fade in and out of existence. It takes too much will to tear himself away from the railing. And once he faces that intimidating group of idols near them, one familiar face in the distance eases his soul of worries.

“Ah, Grandma!” Even though he is not speaking to any of the people in his general vicinity, they all turn to him nonetheless. Jimin does not have it in him to care, because he finds himself midway across the balcony to greet the familiar faces. Two of the people he grew up alongside, two who helped raise him when they had no obligation to aside from Jimin simply being friends and neighbors with Y/N. Even though they aren’t blood-related, Jimin feels as though he seeing his family.

“Oh, Jiminie, look at you!” His frantic walk is halted by the older lady snatching his cheeks. “You’ve gotten so big in just a few years. Imagine what your mother would say if she saw you in person! Minjoon-ah, look at little Jimin. Doesn’t he look so different nowadays?” The words bring a blush to his ears, and he ducks as the lady tries to fuss over his hair. Her husband laughs at her antics and Jimin’s embarrassment.

“Grandma, you saw me less than a year ago! Why can’t you fuss over Y/N instead?” At the mention of the girl’s name, the woman halts her movements and starts to look around.

“Is she here already? Kyungsoo-ah, you have the flowers, right?” Jimin notices her second companion for the first time when she calls him by his name. Sure enough, a young man, probably close in age to Jimin, steps forward, bearing a bouquet similar to Taehyung’s. It takes half a second for Jimin to recognize him and realize exactly who he is, and once he does, that biting feeling in his gut returns. Plastering a smile across his lips, he greets Kyungsoo with a short bow. Kyungsoo shakes his head.

“Please, there’s no need for that. I’m—we’re not that different.” It comforts Jimin somewhat, but in the back of his mind, he knows that Kyungsoo’s statement couldn’t be further from the truth. They are on opposite ends of the spectrum, separate planes of existence, and Jimin can only hope to climb the mountain Kyungsoo climbs.

“She’s downstairs, grandma, already lined up with the rest of the students,” Jimin says as he straightens his back. He extends his arm for Grandma to hold onto, and she does, linking her arm with his. “I’ll point her out for you. She’s grown up so much in the past five years!”

“Oh has she? Minjoon-ah, dear, did you hear that?”

It’s not until they reach the railing that Jimin realizes how he’s holding himself up more than the woman with her arm linked through his. She bears most of his weight rather than the other way around, but she does so without any complaint or comment even though Jimin is sure that she is fully aware of the fact. He tries to push it to the back of his mind as he has been doing with most things today.

“Where is she, Jimin-ah? Help point her out for me, my eyes aren’t as good as they used to be.” Jimin laughs and points to where Y/N stands with his free hand.

“She has her hair down too. Doesn’t she look so grown up with the uniform on?” Her grandmother grips his arm tighter when she spots you.

“Oh, look at her! She got taller, didn’t she? Minjoon-ah, honey, do you see her?” She taps her husband’s arm despite the fact that he is looking in the same direction that she does. “Did she tell you that she wants to have dinner with you, Jimin-ah?” He nods and hums in response to her question, eyes scanning the people below in search of Jungkook. “Kyungsoo dear, are your friends going to join us too?” Jimin halts his search in favor of looking at the person in question. Please no. Can he handle being surrounded by that many intimidating people? With Y/N no less? Doubt builds in Jimin’s gut like a tower.

“Yes, I think some of them will,” he answers with a broad grin. The sensation of fingers closing around his throat makes it difficult to breathe. Jimin slips his arm out of Grandma’s, allowing the railing to catch his weight instead. “We may have to leave a bit early because of schedules sadly.”

“I understand, dear. You’re getting busier and busier as the days go on!” At those words, Kyungsoo looks Jimin in the eye, the emotion behind his large brown eyes nearly indiscernible. Jimin is only able to understand it because of the way the previous statement cuts.

“It must be hard,” Jimin says through a smile. “Part of me is glad that I still have time to breathe. It probably feels like a luxury to you, especially travelling back and forth so much.” That “part” of him takes up maybe one percent of Jimin’s whole body. He would love to be in Kyungsoo’s position now: one of the hottest rising groups in the country with projections that assume the further skyrocketing of the group as time goes on. Jimin doesn’t want to think about the projections for BTS right now, as they would be less than pleasant. The pity drops from Kyungsoo’s eyes as Jimin speaks though, and right now, he is grateful for that much.

“Thank you. Enjoy it while it lasts though, because you guys are on an upward trajectory. I know you’ll start getting similar schedules soon enough.” Kyungsoo rubs his neck, trying to hide the embarrassment of the compliment. Grandma leans over and tries to grab hold of his cheeks. “Ah, grandma, please!” Jimin laughs at the sight, a familiar warmth filling his chest. He faces forward and props both arms on the railing rather than saying anything in response to Kyungsoo’s hopeful words about his future. He finds Y/N in the crowd one more time, a slight upturn to his lips even though you don’t look at him. Jungkook stands a couple feet away, tugging on his jacket and trying to make his collar sit flat.

"Ah, excuse me, ma'am!" Jimin jerks his head to find Taehyung standing nearby. Hands clasped under his chin, the younger boy grins wide at Grandma, who smiles back despite the fact that she has no clue who Taehyung is. "I know we haven't met, but…you are Y/N’s grandmother and grandfather? Is that correct, ma'am?"

"Yes, dear! Are you a friend of hers?" Grandma's eyes seem to light up at the prospect, and Jimin can't blame her, considering how long she has been apart from her grandchild and hasn't met many of your friends aside from Jimin himself. Taehyung offers a bow at her confirmation, speaking as he straightens his back.

"I'm one of Jimin's same-age friends, and we are in the same group actually. I know Y/N through him!" The smile never leaves his lips, and he motions to Jimin with enthusiasm. "I wanted to introduce myself. I've heard a lot about the two of you through Jimin, and a bit through Y/N. I don't talk to her much, but she always speaks highly of you when we do talk." Grandma reaches out to Jimin, grabbing hold of his bicep and squeezing it as she lands a gaze full of warmth on him. "Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kim Taehyung!"

"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Taehyung!" Grandma switches her hand over to Taehyung's. With his bandmate close by, the pressure of standing amongst idols of higher caliber lessens and allows Jimin to breathe easier. The starstruck sensation lingers, especially seeing Taemin — an idol whom he has admired for years — a couple feet away. Taehyung continues to chat with Grandma but shifts closer to the railing to look down at the crowd with Jimin. Below, students have lined the floor of the auditorium, standing so close to each other that they nearly breathe down the neck of the person in front of them. A high pitched squeak resounds, then a man leans forward to speak into the microphone at the podium in the front.

“Oh, is it starting now?” Taehyung asks.

“Seems like it is. Jungkook won’t stop messing with his uniform.”

“He must be nervous. Y/N doesn’t appear to be having any trouble though!”

“Yea, this is the easy part. It’ll be a different story when she has to go to the front.” Jimin brings a hand to his hair and runs his fingers through it as a deep breath rushes after his words.

“Hold on, look here! Let’s get a picture before it starts.” Jimin grins at the camera of Taehyung’s phone while the other boy brings two fingers in the shape of a ‘v’ to his cheek. He snaps two, three, four pictures before being satisfied with the outcome. “I’m gonna take some pictures of Jungkook and Y/N too.” Taehyung giggles as he zooms in on Jungkook’s back, the youngest completely unaware of the shuttering of the camera.

Jimin waits until he snaps a few pictures of Y/N as well to say something. “Neither of them know you’re taking the picture!”

“They don’t need to right now,” Taehyung aruges, “and I’ll get more photos after we’re done! Besides, we’re doing a group vlog as well, so I’ll have that to remember today.” Taehyung bumps his shoulder against Jimin and keeps his eye on the phone to review the pictures he snapped.

“Ah, I promised to go to dinner with Y/N.”

“How about you just come to the same place? Then you can just switch between tables so you don’t miss out on the vlog. Wait, shh! They started talking.”

Sure enough, the man in the crisp black suit has begun a speech about the school and what a privilege it is to have such a group of new students. Jimin doesn’t stay tuned after that though, thanks to his mind drifting off into thoughts of his own family. You happen to be the harbinger of those thoughts, though it is not inherently your fault or doing. Moreso, it’s that Jimin grew up alongside you, and his younger brother shares a similar age with you, thus he entered high school recently too. Thanks to his profession and schedule (even though not nearly as chaotic as someone like Kyungsoo’s), Jimin missed his brother’s entrance ceremony, and he missed a number of other special family events as well. Even though the move to Seoul was in pursuit of his dreams, the slight sting of dejection arises every time he thinks of the family he hasn’t seen in awhile.

The emotion dissipates for some time, that is until dinner comes, and they arrive at the restaurant of Jungkook’s choosing. Jungkook’s family delivers the younger to the restaurant, letting their youngest sit at the table alongside the other members. Their presence brings Jimin’s distress back, because seeing them smile and laugh together as a family hurts. Your presence — or lack thereof — doesn’t do anything for his mood either, so he’s left wearing the mask of a smile directed at the camera that records a new vlog for their channel. Although they don’t have to do much talking, Jimin finds his spot at the table to be an ill-placed one, because the leader sits across from him, and those perceptive and concerned eyes that fell on him last night have made another appearance here. His phone vibrates within the confines of his pocket, and he hastens to fish it out and check the screen, finding a text from you there.

Y/N: i’m sorry jimin but we have to take kyungsoo over to the company building for his schedules >-< are you guys already eating???

Jimin: yea…

Your response is an immediate one, and the sight of it causes Jimin’s heart to plummet further.

Y/N: ahh don’t wait on us please!! go ahead and eat! i’m sorryyyyy, i was really looking forward to this ugh. do you wanna meet up at the park after dinner??

Jimin: let’s do it!! we haven’t gone in a long time, so that’ll be fun! text me when you’re ready to meet up!

Y/N: will do!!! see you in a bit!

When his phone hits the table, Jimin bites the inside of his cheek and glares at his plate. Second best. No, not even that. Why does it always feel this way? Too much heat hits the side of his face, more than one person looks his way, and he desires to duck away from the sudden stares.

“Everything okay, Jimin?” Namjoon proposes the question.

“Yes, hyung.”

“Is Y/N on her way?”

“Ah, no, actually.”

Taehyung cuts in, “She isn’t?”

“Something came up and…” Jimin trails off as his phone buzzes again. More than one set of eyes glances at the screen, and he quickly flips the device over, ignoring the flash of the caller ID across the top. “We’re gonna meet up later. Sorry that you won’t get to talk to her more, Tae.” Taehyung pouts and pushes the frames around his eyes further up his nose.

“It’s fine!” He grins across the table. “I at least got to talk to her right after the ceremony and give her the flowers! Plus, since Jungkook and her share the same classes, we might get to see her more, right?” Namjoon drags his tongue over the front of his teeth, eyes shifting between Taehyung and Jimin. When he meets eyes with the latter, he shakes his head ever so slightly. Of course, Jimin understands the concern. More time spent with you equals higher possibilities of rumors spreading, then a detrimental article surrounding the group. At the end of the day, Jimin would never want to be the cause of such misfortune. Yet Taehyung keeps grinning, squeezing his hands together and bringing then under his chin. Jimin’s heart clenches in his chest. How many people do I have to push out of my life? And for what? A failed dream?

As they are leaving the restaurant over an hour later, Namjoon holds him back from the group with the request to walk with him for a bit. The other members continue around them: Jungkook walking between his parents, Seokjin wrestling with Taehyung playfully, Hoseok checking the pictures Yoongi took during the ceremony and dinner.

“Sure thing, hyung. Anything on your mind?” Jimin suspects what the topic might be, but humors the question anyways.

“Um, I don’t want this to sound harsh or…it isn’t my intention to try to control your life or your relationships, but considering our current position, the best thing you could do right now is to put a bit of distance between you and Y/N.”

“It’s okay, hyung! I get it, I do. I understand, um, it makes sense.”

“I don’t want to ruin your friendship with her, please know that. At the moment, it comes down to keeping our personal lives separate from our work ones. Thus, we should strive to not let any strains that might come out of personal lives show in our work lives, yea? I sound bitter, don’t I?” Namjoon rubs the space between his eyebrows. Jimin hurries to shake his head and deny the claims, placing a tentative hand on his leader’s arm.

“No, hyung, I get it. And you had to sacrifice a lot more than I did for this — this life, dream, career. I’ll be more careful in the future, I promise, but could I please meet her at the park tonight? She asked if I could, and…maybe it could be something like me being selfish one more time.”

“You aren’t being selfish, Jimin, and it would be depressing to think that spending time with friends or family is supposed to be a selfish thing, because it isn’t nor is it meant to be that way. Gah, I’m sorry,” Namjoon mutters. “Hopefully things won’t be this way in the future, and we won’t have to worry about it anymore. Be able to live life the way we want and be happy, huh?” The smile spreading across his lips fills Jimin with nothing but dread. Are we a hopeless case?

“One day, hyung.”

“Let’s get going. I don’t wanna keep the others waiting for too long.” Namjoon leads the way to the van, and Jimin follows close behind, phone buzzing from his pocket yet again. This time, he opts to answer the call, however, immediately apologizing for not answering earlier.

“Oh, it’s okay!” You insist, voice bright, and Jimin can envision the smile on your face as you speak. “Don’t worry about it! I just got to the park, do you know when you’ll be available?”

“We’re about to leave the restaurant and head for the dorm! I’ll ask if they can drop me off at the park along the way, okay?” Jimin taps Namjoon’s shoulder as he speaks, asking with his eyes if that’s alright. Namjoon bobs his head a few times before leaning forward to inform Sejin of the slight change in plan.

“That sounds great! See you soon!”

“Was that Y/N-ah?” Taehyung inquires as soon as Jimin hangs up the phone. Nodding a few times, Jimin crawls into the van behind Namjoon, sitting in the only seat available beside the window.

“Are her grandparents gonna bring you back to the dorm? It’s a bit far to walk,” Namjoon mentions.

“I’ll ask her when I get there. I’m sure her grandparents will take her back to her apartment, and I don’t think they’ll mind dropping me off at the dorm. It’s not a far drive either.”

“Sounds good, just text me or one of the others so we at least know you’re safe.”

“Sure thing, hyung.” Jimin bites back a yawn, the exhaustion of little sleep the previous night catching up to him at last. “It’s not too late yet thankfully, and I doubt we’ll be there for hours and hours, so I shouldn’t be back too late.” Namjoon acknowledges the statement with a nod, and Jimin takes it as an opportunity to end the conversation there, watching the buildings and scenery whiz by out the window instead.

The ride takes little to no time, only a few minutes passing between the time they climb into the car to when Sejin pulls up next to the sidewalk to let Jimin get off, and he waves goodbye to his fellow bandmates for the time being, waiting for the van to pull away safely before turning to examine the park. The two of you have come to this place a few times since he got to Seoul, but the beauty here cannot hold a candle to the beauty back home on the hill under the stars. Even glancing up at the few stars able to peek through the golden shroud of city lights are nothing in comparison to the ones back home.

Something slams against his shoulder, sending him reeling and startling him out of his home related reverie.

“Hey stargazer.”

Jimin scoffs as he faces the offender, recognizing the voice in an instant. “Wow, how cheesy can you get?” You poke your tongue out at him. You still wear your uniform, the yellow appearing even more like mustard under the streetlamp.

“I could’ve called you a loser or a nerd instead, but I was nice.”

“Yah, you don’t get to call me that! I’m older than you.” Jimin punches your shoulder lightly, and you fight back immediately, slapping away his fists whenever they get close to you.

“Can we please just go sit down? I’m tired,” you whine in the middle of an attack.

“Wow, Y/N. You’re tired? Tired? How dare you be tired?” Jimin loops an arm around your shoulders, dragging you along as he walks towards the grassy parts of the park. “Tired from all that standing you did? Is this what you’ve turned into without training?”

“No! Tired from all those people and all the talking.” Jimin snickers behind his hand, releasing you so that he can collapse on the grass. The icy touch seeps through his clothes and chills his skin even with the layers. The ground beside him crunches, giving way to his companion sitting cross-legged beside him. The sound of your sigh hits his ears before he sees your lips part.

“Did you enjoy it though? Think you’ll like the school?”

“Yea, it seems…a bit overwhelming but, I think it’ll be a good fit for me. I don’t know. I’m excited. I think. Scared? Yea, scared too.”

“That’s normal! Everything will start balancing out and getting easier as time goes by. You’ll have tons of fun too.” The cold hits his hair as he falls onto his back, eyes finding the sky. You remain sitting up, but your gaze also goes upwards.

“I hope so…I want to meet new people and make friends, but at the time it terrifies me. I guess it’s just scary that I don’t know anyone yet.”

“Well, almost all the other students are in the same boat! And you know Jungkook! You guys will have some of the same classes.” You scoff, facing Jimin with narrowed eyes.

“We rarely talk, and any time we do, it’s because someone else is in the conversation with us.” Jimin purses his lips yet neglects to reply since her words rings true. “Enough about me though. That’s not important right now. How are you? You’ve lost a bit of weight since I last saw you, but that wasn’t too long ago.” Jimin brushes off the concern with a laugh.

“It’s just the exercise regimen, Y/N. I’m getting more muscular nowadays.” You bite your lower lip, head tilting to the side as his words register. “Honestly, I’ve been feeling a lot of stress. I worry that we won’t get much attention for our next comeback, or maybe we won’t even have one. It isn’t fun to think about, but those are the thoughts that return day in and day out.”

“You’ll have lots of comebacks! I know your company won’t give up on you so soon, and you all deserve this chance more than anything.”

“Thanks for saying that but…” Jimin doesn’t finish his train of thought; instead, he links his fingers and cradles them under his head. “Hey, can I ask a random question?”

“Fire away.”

“When you decided to quit training, how certain were you?”

“Certain about quitting?” You clarify, then hum as you contemplate an answer. “I would say fifty percent certain. I didn’t want to quit, but at the same time, I didn’t see it as my future. That was the deciding factor. Well, after talking to you and Kyungsoo and others, that is. I know I couldn’t have decided that alone. It’s too much to ask. I’m still young, right? I shouldn’t have to decide my future now.”

“Would you ever change your mind?” The question comes through the hesitance in his tone, but you don’t waste any breath in responding.

“Never.” Despite what you said about uncertainty, you speak in a firm tone.

“How can you be so confident in your decision? I mean, you’re younger than I am, and I have so many about the path I’ve chosen for my future. It doesn’t make sense for you to have it all figured out before I do.”

“Being confident in my decision to walk away from that future doesn’t mean I have everything figured out. It just means I chose to prioritize living my life the way I wish to rather than letting someone else decide for me.” The heat of your gaze hits his face, and he knows that you tilt your chin to look in his direction. Instead of responding, he opts to blink at the night sky and tries to find the horizon through the hazy yellow film the city creates.

“I want this. I really do.” He whispers the words more to himself, but his companion hears them nonetheless.

“Then you shouldn’t let anything stand in your way,” you say in a soft tone, “and I know you, Jimin. Four years of training at a company that produces some of the biggest groups, and I never once met someone with your determination, your passion, or your energy. You’re already one of the best out there, the world just hasn’t woken up and recognized that yet. It must be hard for you right now, but please don’t give up like I did. Even though I don’t want to go back, I regret leaving a piece of myself there.” Jimin turns to you at last. The smile that graces your lips is as quaint as ever, still the same as it was the day he met you all those years ago. The only difference between that child and the current you that sits next to him now is the growth of going through the harsh reality of this business. He smiles back, and as he does something catches his eye in the sky. A quick flash of light. He laughs at its appearance among the stars.

“Hey Y/N, there’s a shooting star. Make a wish?”

“I guess we’re never too old to hope for a little luck, huh?” You squeeze your eyes shut, holding your hands under your chin as she used to, and Jimin joins you. He mutters his wish to himself, the same one he has always had. “What’d you wish for, Park Jimin?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Pinky promise you’ll tell me when it comes true then?” Your outstretched pinky finger and the grin on your lips coerces him to link his finger with yours. That typical breathy laugh of yours fills the air around them, dulling the night noise some and taking Jimin back home to a similar scenery and position. It echoes through his soul, capturing the air in his lungs and sending it out to the world in the form of a breathy sound.

He laughs.

The universe around him shifts, and stars that glisten in your eyes reflect back at him. He holds the sensation close, cradles it against his heart, and allows the warmth of it to fill his whole body. The distant dreams, naive wishes, and foolish promises come back to him all at once, striking with the force of a typhoon, and he finds himself falling back against the grassy floor. Indigo hangs above his eyes, an indigo littered with millions of shimmering lights. Reaching out, he stretches onwards, striving to grasp that elusive dream which hangs above him. Reaching out, he touches it, and with that touch, serenity finds him for the first time in over two years.

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written by: jungtaeyoongles

a.n. i am so much more happy with how this turned out, even though much of it is the same! i feel that writing in the format with allow me to have a bit more flexibility and not feel tied down to too many details about the main character if she is the reader rather than an oc. please leaves your thoughts and comments! i’d love to know what you think! 

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Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love Part - 21.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS. 

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20

You saw the black blood coming out of his eyes and mouth, a large cut along his neck made the liquid fall all over his chest, splashing to the floor in an endless torrent.

Gasping, you stood to go close to him almost falling off the bed, Yoongi’s eyes were totally black, like two empty pools staring at nothing. You gasped again, seeing all the blood, stepping on it as went closer to touch him, it was slippery and warm, but you couldn’t care, he needed help. You opened your mouth to scream for help, to call Jin or Hoseok to come and save him, but it was like you had lost your voice, the cry for help didn’t come out, nothing did and you just stared at him in horror. How his hands extended to your neck, smearing you with blood when he touched you, you grabbed his arms but Yoongi squeezed tighter and tighter, you were losing breath, you were choking. You tried to look into his eyes why he was doing this, but all you found was emptiness, nothing. He was dead already.

You gasped, sitting on your bed, too scared for a moment to realize that it had been all a dream. Yoongi was alive, he would be back from Japan, back to you. You grabbed your throat almost feeling it throb from the dream being too real, and then your eyes flickered around the room. You almost didn’t see him at first, but there he was, sitting on a corner like a shadow. Your eyes went over him, discovering him safe and sound you sighed in relief. You thought him asleep but then he opened his eyes and stared right back at you.

Taken aback you gasped softly, everything about the days before coming to you in a blast. You were still so angry with him, so hurt, and yet you wanted nothing but feel him close and alive against you.

Yoongi rose from the chair and just like in your dream he stood up in front of the bed, silently, staring at you with an indecipherable expression. He was unharmed, but you still felt like crying. And you did, when you blinked a tear away and he wasn’t there anymore.

Morning came too fast after that, you felt exhausted, after waking up to him the night before you hadn’t been able to just go back to sleep, your mind was overworking, as you used to do most of times, and sleep just hadn’t been an option. You thought about going to practice with Taehyung like you had agreed to just release some of the anxiety,  but you were way too tired to even do the warm up, and Taehyung would be making fun of you the whole time.

-Y/N, you are so fucking angsty- you told yourself as you headed to the bathroom.

You walked through the hallways of the manor, so familiar with them, like these walls were yours, like the the shadows no matter how horrible formed part of you. You went out to the garden, how the bright colors made contrast with the interior of the manor. Not only the green of the grass, but the pristine white and vibrant pink and yellow of the flowers, you walked around the stone trail and picked a small but pretty bouquet, just a handful of the flowers that grew around but that made you sigh as you just stared down at them, such pretty colors. Everything had been so grim for you lately, or at least that was how it felt, that you didn’t have the time appreciate the colors around you, the beauty.

You thought about going to Taehyung once more, lately, and against all odds, he had become some kind of accomplice, but you were also aware you owed him a bit too much already and asides from that you wanted to keep the party in peace with Yoongi and not create more trouble.

You found him in his meeting room, where you suspect he would be, Yoongi deviated his attention from the papers on the table he was sharing with Namjoon and Jin to focus on you and for a brief second on the fresh bouquet of flowers you had improvised.

Jin cleared his throat and kept talking to Namjoon while Yoongi walked around the table and approached you who were still by the door.

-Everything ok?- he asked after eyeing you again once he was closer, you wanted to hug him but you contained yourself and just nodded. -You need anything?-

You shook your head too quickly probably out of nerves of being with him so close, but then you remembered what you had actually come to do. -Where is Jimin?-

Yoongi seemed disappointed of your question and looked at you cryptically for a few seconds before answering. -Probably training- he arched a brow  asking for an explanation.

-I need to go somewhere with him, can you get him?- Yoongi’s face turned stern for a moment and you sighed. -I’ll be back-

He shook his head. -You want me to go with you?-

-You are busy-

Yoongi nodded once and then snapped his fingers, a few seconds later Jimin appeared in the room and Yoongi went back to the table with Namjoon and Jin without saying anything else.

Jimin gave you a puzzled stare but you just sighed and smiled a little to him. -Can you come with me please?-

He nodded, staring back at Yoongi who was seemingly focused on the papers but that stared as you went out of the room without saying anything else.

After giving Jimin a few minutes he was ready and you told him your intentions for today. The sun was still shining brightly as the sky was completely cloudless, it took a few minutes to find the exact place, Jimin was silent walking by you. You knew on which side he was on all this nevertheless of your friendship, as Taehyung had said he’d do the same thing, even still perhaps because of that friendship or for his gentle personality, he was still here with you not making you feel as you were dragging him.

-Thanks-

You told him after you spent a good while in front of Jihoo’s tomb, you had placed the flowers there and silently said the few words that you knew weren’t enough for him and his family.

Jimin nodded, watching you very noticeably very aware of his surroundings, looking out for any threat. You smiled a little.

-I know you disapprove, and maybe you think I’m disrespecting Yoongi-

He shook his head. -That is for the master to decide Y/N, I just do what I have to do…-

You nodded once. -I know, thank you, I just needed to come here, I needed to…- you sighed soundly and smiled with a bitter sweet feeling invading you.  -I want peace, sounds ridiculous, right?-

Jimin smiled softly. -Maybe the price is paid now-

He had said it meaning to comfort you, but his words went down heavier than intended. Peace was something almost unattainable for humans, perhaps for demons a total impossible.

-I wanted to thank you, for what you did for Yuri, I… it’s all been a mess lately, so thank you-

You has skipped a couple practices after Japan and after the incident with Yuri. Your friend was clever and she had found out about your new life, you were lucky nothing had gotten out of hand and at the end of the day your friend was safe, you knew Taehyung had a lot to do with it.

He didn’t like humans, he despised them even more coming in contact with the manor and the demon world, so for him to protect her meant a lot.

Taehyung shook his head, he was still a bit sweaty and agitated from the training he had been doing until you for there -Words mean nothing to me Y/N-

You were a bit taken aback but shrugged. -It means something to me so…-

He turned to you, the sudden move making jump a little. You stared at him wondering what was he going but for a moment Taehyung just stared until he spoke. -You owe me three favors already-

You buffed and rolled your eyes. -And I already said thank you-

His scoff turned quickly into a smirk. -Don’t try that, I know something better than a thank you, Y/N-

You weren’t a fool, a lot of the time you wanted to think that everything he did was to pester you, to bother, because he was like that to everyone, stepping on peoples nerves and toes, but this felt different. There was a clear insinuation in his words, but as you thought on calling him out on it you decided out of the sudden not to.

-What do you want?- you asked directly to the point, dreading the answer almost as much as you were curious about it. What could he ask you? What could you ever give to him?

Taehyung thought about it for a moment and then something glimmered in his eyes. -Meet me here in the training room tomorrow night-

-You want to train?- you arched a brow and he chuckled.

-Just come-

-Yoongi will…-

-You own me Y/N- he insisted with a conflicted face after the mention of Yoongi.

You sighed. -What are we going to do?-

-Are you afraid?- he countered back making you roll your eyes, he took everything so lightly, Yoongi wouldn’t take a secret meeting as nothing. But your pride was stronger at the moment, and after all you did have given your word.

-Alright, I’ll come-

He nodded satisfied and you sighed as you walked away.

You knew that the right thing to do was to tell this to Yoongi, keeping things from him, specially night escapades with one of his men, was almost as bad as it sounded. You wondered what Taehyung wanted, if he just wanted to inflict some kind of torture on you, then why tell Yoongi. But then the image of his face as he proposed meeting you at night came, what was exactly what he pretended to do?

The image of him getting a bit too close to your body came and you shook it off immediately, you didn’t want that, Yoongi and you were in a sort of a break but you didn’t want anything to do with anyone else. Asides from the fact that you’d be setting up a fight that could turn bloody, again.

But maybe if you didn’t see Yoongi before the encounter with Taehyung it wouldn’t count as lying. You felt awful thinking that way, but what else you could do?

You told yourself after this you’d have to cut all things with Taehyung to not give him the wrong idea, and of course tell Yoongi about it, that if you wanted to salvage your relationship. But in the meantime you were set on not encountering with him.

It didn’t turn out to be as difficult since Yoongi was very busy, but you sill took the prevention of telling the maids you were going to sleep the whole morning and didn’t want to be disturbed, and then you were going to study. If you were just in your room it was less probable he checking on you personally.

As you got dressed for the night you started to feel excited, second guessing your outfit and even the color of your lips, after you put a strong cherry color the guilt came in. Why were you putting all this effort? Sure, you were very girly and liked makeup, but since when did you care about your appearance with one of Yoongi’s men?

Your heart pounded as you walked the hallways in your way to the training rooms, and when your name was called you almost fainted.

Turning around you saw Jin giving you a peculiar stare.

-Up for some night training?-

Saying yes would be lying shamelessly, and Jin wasn’t a fool. -I forgot something in the training rooms, I’m just getting it back real quick-

-I can take you there, you know, in a blink- he laughed as his own little joke.

-Actually, the walk kind of serves me well, I’ve been in bed almost all day-

He gave you a look but then nodded, getting on his way.

When you got to the training court Taehyung was already there waiting for you. He wore black pants and a white shirt more loose than you had seen him wearing before, though you noticed the swords still at his back.

-So, what is this about?-

Taehyung stared at you for a moment without answering, it was odd, the way he was acting, the way he was behaving. Since the very first moment he had always been unpredictable, but at the moment you really didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t feel like he wanted to hurt you anymore, you weren’t sure if you could call a friendship the new relationship of sword companions you had stablished, if you were to look at him like just any other guy out there then you could guess the answer, but demons were not regular men. So what does he wanted?

-Calm down, are you afraid?-

You arched a brow. -Are you always going to use that inverse psychology card on me? You should be the one scared-

That made him chuckle. -That’s right, but I live for the danger, if I’m not just about to die, am I really living?-

You shook your head but managed a laugh nonetheless. -That is really dumb…- there was a moment of silence in which again he just stared at you, why was he doing that? You didn’t want to admit what was at the back of your mind all this time, it couldn’t be true. -So, I owe you a favor, what…-

-Three- he cut in.

-Alright, three- you agreed rolling your eyes again. -What can I do for you? If it is about Yoongi I should tell you my power is limited-

Now it was him shaking his head, like you had no idea. Taehyung took a few steps towards you and you felt your back tensing. He noticed so you tried to gulp your sudden nerves. You realized it wasn’t fear what you were feeling, it was the sensation of having his eyes stare into yours, unexpectedly intense. -This is something only you can do-

Slowly you nodded. -What is it?-

-Come with me- he said before he put a hand on your shoulder close to your neck and then you disappeared.

For the first few seconds you didn’t recognize where you were exactly. But as your eyes adapted to the darkness you realized you were sill within the manor’s grounds, you were in fact just on top of it. On the rooftop.

You could see the extension of the gardens, the long road the lead to the street, and what appeared to be just grass following a hill.

Above you the stars shined brightly in the night sky, maybe the magic protecting the manor from being spotted from outside kept the city lights at bay, and in their place you had this.

You looked over to Taehyung who was just there seemingly waiting for you to finish admiring the surroundings.

-This is a really nice view-

-It is, right?-

-I didn’t think you’d be taking me to this kind of place-

-Would you have preferred an Irish pub?-

You chucked a little remembering the remark you had made a few days ago. -This is nice, so… what is that you want?-

Taehyung scoffed. -Calm down Y/N, are you in a rush? Got somewhere to be?-

You sighed giving him a look. It wasn’t exactly that you had somewhere to be, it more like you shouldn’t be there at night with him, watching the stars from a rooftop -Taehyung I…-

-Forget what I said, just stay here for a moment-

You realized you were in a pretty high point of the roof of the manor, as it had several levels and layers, on the point you were you could sit comfortably on a flat surface, Taehyung was already sitting so you did the same.

In a million years you’d have imagined this would be happening, he was so quiet and still, almost peaceful, you wondered what was that he wanted, why had he brought you there? To watch the stars? It seemed ridiculous almost. The bloodthirsty Taehyung wanted to watch the stars with a girl.

You looked over at him, he was resting the weight of his body on his elbows, almost laying down and although his head was propped up his eyes were closed.

-What…-

-Shh- he hushed. -Stay quiet Y/N-

You were so confused, about absolutely everything, was this the favor? could this really be happening? why were you feeling your heart accelerating? It didn’t make sense, you tried to breathe and make yourself calm, you were afraid he was going to hear it and get the wrong idea.

And as if he was listening to your thoughts Taehyung smiled suddenly.

-Do I really make you so uncomfortable?-

-It’s not that, I just… what was the favor you wanted?-

Taehyung opened his eyes. -This is it-

-But, I’m not doing anything, I…-

This is something only you can do

You cut yourself as you just stared down at him and remembered what he said, he just wanted to be there with you, not with a girl, with you. You blushed, feeling excited and guilty, your heart beating fast as your eyes locked.

-You still owe me two more-

You shook your head slightly, your lips parting a bit with words that got stuck in your throat, as you were so entranced looking at him. What else does he wanted? What more? He sat up properly, his movements were slow enough for you to get away from him, but you didn’t.

You didn’t even know why, you just looked at him, felt him closer to you, his breath now caressing your skin, both of you were breathing heavily, and as he tilted his head his lips grazed yours, just barely, just enough for you to feel the touch. Just enough for a bolt to make you jump apart from him.

He frowned a bit but his eyes turned stormy as he saw you shaking your head frantically. -This is a mistake, take me back-

-Was it really?-

You glared at him furiously, like waking up from whatever that had happened, a strange dream, a dangerous one. -Take me back-

Taehyung nodded. -Yoongi and you are just so sure, right?- he spat and you could feel the full resentfulness in his words. -Nothing can ever shake you right?- he scoffed. -He’s claiming you without knowing for sure if…- he groaned and you gulped a sob.

-I’m not a thing to be claimed, take me back, now-

In a matter of seconds you were back on the training rooms, you almost didn’t see him as Taehyung disappeared again as soon as he left you there.

It took Yoongi all his strength to not kill him at that moment.

It seemed all too strange to him to not know about you all day, and being the way you were to just stay in your room.

So as he checked that you were still home and safe he discovered that not only you were ok, but you weren’t alone. You were with Taehyung, you two alone at the rooftop. So that was the reason why you had pleaded for his life, the reason he helped your friend, such a selfless act for a demon like Taehyung. Of course there was something more behind it, Yoongi had been sure of it, but he had thought it was more of a delusion of Taehyung than the pure reality.

All his instincts told him to fight, spill the blood of whoever was that was stealing what was his, but Yoongi was doomed, all he could do was wonder if he had made the worst mistake, if this love he felt for you had burned down all his sense. He was consumed.

It was over, whatever it was it couldn’t be, all the strong emotions you had lived lately had obviously affected you, you were too sensible, too susceptible, that was all there was, Taehyung had seen it and taken advantage of you. But it was over, now you just had to speak to Yoongi and everything would be back to normal.

You went directly to his meeting room where you imagined he will be, only stopping in front of a mirror to check yourself, your lipstick, the cherry color still there, as bright as your guilty eyes.

You weren’t a cheater, you didn’t go around your boyfriends back or neither were you up for having two men, that wasn’t you.

Feeling your heart beating out of your chest you entered the room, and in effect, there he was, submerged in his shadows, just the flames of the fire lighting the place. But differently than you had believed he wasn’t alone.

-Yoongi?-

He didn’t react when you called his name. As you advanced more into the room the deem light allowed you to distinguish better what was happening.

Yoongi was sitting in the sofa, his legs apart and a drink hanging languidly from his hand, but what made you gasp were the two girls, one of each side. You weren’t sure if they were human or demons, but they looked identical and seemed to be more than ecstatic and eager to comply with Yoongi’s wishes.

-What is this?-

He rose his chin and smirked. -Y/N, come to join the party?-

You gasped again, completely lost for words at the sight. You wanted to throw up. -Yoongi… What is this? who are these whores?- you were feeling dizzy, your mind was clouded with jealousy, guilt and pain. -Out- you panted. -I said out!- you huffed strongly.

-Now Y/N, why would they do that?-

You were completely lost, why was Yoongi behaving like this? You knew you were having trouble, you knew you had pushed him away, but for him to do this, to be with other women was something you couldn’t see, or tolerate -You are disgusting, this is what you do in your free time?- you spat full of anger and confusion.

Yoongi stood up in an abrupt movement that startled the two girls, they gasped when he threw the drink to the fire making it roar. You tried to pull yourself together and not break crying in front of them, Yoongi was in your face the next second and after snapping his fingers the two girls were gone.

-I also know what you do at your free time-

You inhaled sharply, he knew. Had he seen you? If he had he’d have busted in, or wouldn’t he?

-I didn’t cheat on you-

-What were you doing then? Counting the stars with Taehyung?- he spat and you could see now how he was trembling from pure anger, his eyes were choleric.

-If you let me explain…-

-All you do is lie to me- he cut you, his irascible words cutting you like a thousand knives -I’ve done everything for you Y/N, I’ve put my land and my domain aside for you, I’d torn this reign apart for you, I’d give up my life for yours, and in return, you lied to me-

-I came here to tell you what happened- you answered and you realized you were already crying. -I didn’t lie, you took this as an opportunity to do whatever you wanted, to call those girls, to…-

-If I did whatever I wanted Y/N this manor would turn tonight in a bloodbath, have no doubt of that-

-Yoongi…- you sobbed but he disappeared and your knees gave in. Now it was really over.

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[daegustreetlights]

Ursa Major

A/N: it’s been a while since i’ve written anything for bangtan so this is really just soft word vomit. enjoy

Genre: Fluff. Downright tooth-rotting sweetness.

Word count: 1,372

Your gaze followed the line that Namjoon drew with the tip of his index finger as he pointed out various constellations and named some of the stars housed within their being. His already melodic voice had softened considerably and dripped from his lips like honey, coating each and every syllable in a sticky-sweetness that had you vying for more. Your head rested on his shoulder, right arm snaking around his torso as you snuggled into his side. His own arm had curled gingerly around your waist, holding you close in an attempt to shield you from the breeze that had kicked up sometime earlier. It wasn’t freezing by any means but the gentle currents that had managed to find their way under your clothes coiled and danced about your bones, making you shudder. After the sun had set and the pink hues it cast across the sky were replaced with that familiar inky blanket that was covered in tens of thousands of handfuls of colorful moondust, the crickets moved from their hiding places and began to sing in hopes of finding mates of their own, the gentle music they created with their wings echoing in your mind. The grass that cushioned your bodies was soft, the remnants of the morning dew that it had collected clinging to a few blades; it tickled your feet, the childlike amusement that accompanied the feeling making you wiggle your toes. The peace that had settled over the two of you washed over your being in waves and with each passing moment, you found that you were more and more willing to succumb to it and let yourself be pulled under. You were warm and filled with a sense of comfort and happiness that had never befallen you during your time with others. "Oh!" Namjoon started suddenly, eyes blown wide with an excitement that was reserved for things that galvanized his inner child. It drew you out of the stupor that you had fallen into, the excited lull that accompanied his words making your heart race a bit, small smile drawing the corners of your lips up toward your ears. You bit your lip, stifling a soft giggle.

"What?"

"You see the big dipper there?" Namjoon started, pointing out the cluster of stars that made up the constellation. You offered him a small nod in response, not quite following; the shape that he had pointed out was arguably the most well-known constellation in the world. Why get so excited over something so bland. Before you had the opportunity to ask him as much he was piping up once more. "It's part of a bigger constellation called 'Ursa Major,' or 'The Great Bear.' The handle of the dipper makes up her tail," he explained. His finger veered off its original course, moving to point out several more stars. You could almost see the thin, chalk-like line that trailed the appendage, connecting the stars that he identified so that the crude outline of a bear had been made visible to you. "If you move out right a little bit you can see the nose, and then down this way," he moved his finger in accordance, "are her legs." You shifted, hand splaying itself across his chest as you lifted your head and focused your attention on your partner. His own gaze was still focused on the cloudless sky that loomed overhead, the stars reflected in those warm, honey-like pools.

“You seem to be pretty fond of this bear,” you hummed.

“It’s my favorite constellation.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it.” You moved again, choosing to rest your head on the broad expanse of his chest as opposed to returning it to his shoulder. The gentle thrum of his heartbeat was the only thing that drowned out the chirp of the crickets.

“Legend says that the bear used to be a beautiful maiden named Callisto. Zeus was so enthralled with her being that he saw fit to pursue her. She even bore him a child, a boy named Arcas. His wife, Hera, soon become aware of his infidelity and to protect the maiden and her young son from her rage, Zeus turned them into bears and threw them into the sky.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little dark, Joon?”

“Of course it is,” he laughed. “All mythology is, really. It’s kind of poetic, though.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? How do you figure?”

"There's a lot to be derived from that. You can't help by wonder why Zeus wouldn't leave Hera if he didn't seem to hold feelings for her. On the other hand, the mere notion that he loved Callisto so much that he actively worked against the woman he had promised to live beside for all eternity is kind of romantic. You don't see that kind of thing nowadays,"

"Yeeaah, I think people would kind of freak if they saw someone get turned into a bear and yeeted into the sky."

"You know what I mean!" Namjoon laughed. "A lot of people seem to think that type of unconditional love is dead."

"And you? What do you think?"

He shrugged, lifting the uppermost portion of his body so that he could fold his free arm under his head.

"I don't think so. I think you just have to find the right person."

"I think you're right."

"I think I found mine," he mused, voice softening further. You almost didn't hear him

"I-"

"If I'm being honest, I don't just think so. I know so." Namjoon finally shifted his gaze away from the cloudless sky and down toward you, bright smile finding purchase on his lips. Sweet dimples accompanied it, and you couldn't help but think they were deep enough to drown in.

You offered him a warm smile of your own, the sight setting a horde of butterflies free in the pit of his stomach. “Is that to say you’d immortalize me in the sky?”

“That is to say you’ve been immortalized in my heart.”

“Now that’s poetic,” you mused. A faint flush dusted itself across the expanse of your cheeks. The urge to poke a bit of lighthearted fun at him bubbled up within you but you killed the playful ‘you even met all the key elements of poetry,’ before it had a chance to escape you. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same, though.”

“That sounds pretty poetic too. Your iambic pentameter and the flow of your words is simply unmatched.” Maybe you should have taken the jab after all. You scoffed, giving his chest a light smack. “I’m sorry!” Namjoon laughed. He caught your hand before it had a chance to make contact with his pectoral, lacing your fingers. You made no move to pull away, finding comfort in the feeling of your lover’s palm pressed so firmly against your own.

“I mean it, Joon. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. In this great expanse of empty space, you shine brighter than even the most dazzling of stars. I’m glad I found you.”

Your words ushered form another warm smile, Namjoon’s eyes forming small crescents as the grin split his lips. The blush that crawled up the base of his neck and took up residence on his cheeks was an endearing shade of scarlet that complimented the delicate pink that still decorated your own rather well. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

"Why don't I snatch something else while I'm at it?"

Leaning in, you released your hold on his hand in favor of cupping his face and drawing it closer to your own. Namjoon moved with you, sealing his lips to yours in a kiss so sweet you could almost taste sugar. "I love you, Y/N," he murmured against your lips when the two of you finally parted.

"I love you too, Namjoon."

Rather than return to your original position, you moved to lay on your side, propping your upper body up with your elbow. Namjoon mimicked the action, eyes filling with adoration as his gaze fell over you. The two of you lay like this for quite some time, silently admiring the delicate intricacies of one another features as the crickets resumed their singing.

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[melonkooky]

bts [hyung line] reaction - s/o is sick and forces herself to go to work/school

requested

genre: minor angst, fluff

author’s note: i know it’s super late and @/the sick anon that requested this you might be better by now, but if it makes you feel better, i’m doing this before homework. i care about this more than homework. also, i may have changed your request a little...

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

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kim seokjin

you had woken up early in the morning feeling a bit nauseous and uneasy. you sat up and bed and it felt like the world was spinning. you felt your own head and remembered that you couldn’t check your own temperature. seokjin was already up, getting ready for a full day of practice. you puffed out a breath of air as you stood up and made your way into the bathroom where jin was brushing his teeth. you approached him, “jin, can you feel my forehead please?” seokjin’s eyebrows furrowed with concern and he immediately spit and rinsed his toothpaste into the sink. then he pressed his palm onto your forehead, then cupping your warm cheeks with his hands. he sighed, “babe, you have a fever.”

you sighed. “i can’t miss work today.”

seokjin rolled his eyes, grabbing your shoulders and personally turning you around. he guided you into the bedroom. “you can and you will. i’ll call your manager later, okay?”

he gently pat your head as he sat you down on the bed. “just sleep for now and then in a few hours, i’ll come home to check on you.”

you smiled and nodded, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hand in your hair. seokjin smiled and placed a kiss on top of your head. “just rest.” and then he left.

you sighed and was about to lay down but you just couldn’t bring yourself too. so you forced yourself to get up and shower, make yourself look presentable and go to work.

it was noon and seokjin was entering your shared apartment. he hummed to himself as he set a bag of medicine and ingredients for a nice soup on the counter top. he made his way into the bedroom, only to find that you weren’t in it. seokjin wasn’t even mad, knowing you. he just rolled his eyes and left the apartment. he drove to your work, making his way to your desk. there you sat, your head throbbing in your heads. seokjin grabbed your hand and you looked at him. “i told you to stay home.”

you smiled apologetically. “i know.”

seokjin shook his head and pulled your out of your chair, grabbing your bag as he lead you out of your work building. “i must’ve forgotten to call your boss.”

min yoongi

you got caught in a lovely, very much unexpected rainstorm the previous night. you were walking home from your afternoon classes when suddenly the wind picked up and the sky went from cloudless and blue to being full of dark gray and menacing looking clouds. then, slowly, it began to downpour. yoongi arrived him an hour later from practice. you already had the sniffles by the time he stepped into the apartment. he talked to you for a bit when he noticed how you kept rubbing your nose and sniffing. “are you getting sick?” he asked.

you shook your head and smiled. “no, i just got stuck in the rain is all.”

he nodded. “that rainstorm was a lot.” he commented.

so you and yoongi ate some dinner and watched a movie together before you wanted to go to bed. you felt exhausted and had early classes the following morning. yoongi was going to stay up and work in his studio. 

in the morning, you woke up feeling dead on the inside. your throat was dry and your nose was congested. you didn’t think anything of it, thinking about taking a cold medication, before you started coughing. again you waved it off. yoongi woke up after you did, hearing a coughing fit from the kitchen. he got up and left the bedroom. “you are sick.”

“it’s not that bad.” you replied.

yoongi eyed you. “hypothetically speaking, if i asked you to stay home, would you?”

you smiled. “no. i have school.”

he nodded, slightly angry at you. then he left, but came back with some medication. “i know you’re not allowed to bring medication to school but please keep this in your bag.”

so you went to your first period but you regretted it. you had a hard time focusing and everything was painful or annoying. however, in the middle of your second period, another student came in with a pass and handed it to the teacher. the teacher handed you the pass, telling you you were leaving for the day. you were confused so you got up and left. you arrived at the front desk and found yoongi standing there. he glared at you. “i can’t have you suffering and working when you should be at home resting in bed.”

you smiled at him, seeing that he was mad that you went to school even when he didn’t want you to, and he grabbed your hand (while taking a mental note to wash his hands later). you did get some cuddles at home.

jung hoseok

you were at work. while you sat at your desk, your head pounded. your mind was running slow as you tried to type things into your computer. you were growing frustrated that you couldn’t work. you did not want to acknowledge the fact that you had caught something and were already showing the signs of it. the growing pile of used tissues in your trashcan was not enough to convince you to go home. just as you stood up to go get more water, your phone rang. you smiled, seeing that your ray of sunshine was calling you. you cleared your throat, hoping you didn’t sound as sick as you were. “hey, hobi.”

“hey, baby? are you at work?”

you nodded, laughing a bit. “where else would i be?”

“at home.”

you stopped dead in your tracks. “what do you mean?”

“you’re sick, y/n.”

suddenly you coughed, as if the viruses in your body was tired of you trying to hide or ignore them. hoseok hummed. “just as i thought. why aren’t at home?”

“i had a ton of work to do. i had piles of paper literally piling on my desk so that they could be entered into the computer.”

“okay, well now i am worried sick about you. i’m coming to get you.”

“wait, hoseok. i’m fine.”

“no. i’m coming.”

you sighed. you did want to go home. “how did you even find out?”

the sound of a car door closing came into your ear, followed by hoseok’s voice. “your boss called me.” hearing this, you spun around to look at your boss who was in her office. she was on the other end of the office floor and yet you could still see her apologetic smile. “alright. i’ll pack up my stuff.”

“i’ll be there in ten minutes.”

sure enough, ten minutes later, an annoyed hoseok entered the office. he checked your forehead first, then placed a kiss on it. “let’s go home so that you can rest?”

“will you cuddle me?” you asked.

“of course.”

kim namjoon

you arrived at the dorms. you had been asked by everyone but namjoon to bring some lunch to them since they loved your cooking. because no one had informed namjoon that they had asked you to come over that day, he was surprised to see you when he opened their door. “love, what are you doing here?”

you shrugged. “the boys asked me to cook them some food.”

namjoon groaned. “did you guys really? jin, you too?” he asked, addressing everyone.

they all nodded, sheepish grins plastered on their faces. you smiled before attempting to use your hand to wipe your nose, but you couldn’t because you were holding a plastic bag with food. namjoon immediately grabbed the bag, allowing you to sniffle and clear your runny nose. “you okay?” namjoon asked.

you nodded. “yeah, just a cold.”

later that night, when namjoon drove you back to your apartment and ended up staying over, your runny nose had become congested and your throat began to feel sore. “baby, you’re getting sick.” namjoon said to you as he got into bed. “stay home tomorrow.” he suggested.

you smiled at him, but didn’t reply because deep down you knew you weren’t going to follow his words. and you didn’t. that following morning, you went to work while namjoon was still asleep. you were miserable but your paycheck was what motivated you to do your job. you were standing in your office’s copy room, waiting for the copy to make your copies when your coworker entered. “hey, y/n. your boyfriend is here.”

you already knew why so you told him to finish your copies and to just leave them on your desk. then you packed up your stuff at your desk and approached namjoon. “were you already asleep when i told you to stay home?” he asked semi-passive aggressively.

you looked at him. “i know, i’m sorry.”

“i don’t like when you force yourself to do things, especially in this state. it worries me.”

“i won’t do it again, okay?” you told him, throwing in a sprinkle of aegyo into your voice.

namjoon smiled, not able to stay mad at you. “i asked jin to cook for you, by the way. and i bought medicine. so let’s get you home and into bed.”

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[minjoonalist]

wips tag

— rules: post the first line of a wip as well as the last line you’ve written so far!

— tagged by: this little sweetheart @moonmintrails 😘💕

— title & pairing: Sway with me (Captain!Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon)

— first line: It’s the overly pungent scent of salt-water that makes this daydream real within the matter of 10 seconds, A bright view out to cloudless blue skies and one big invisible line allowing the ocean’s waves to breach it every so often.

— last line: maybe it was the way they would narrow every so often, or the shiny glint of arrogance that you were so accustomed to whenever he knew something no one else did, but then you would only have to watch as he bites his bottom lip so suddenly before he's shifting to lift his head in your direction. He’s watching you…

Tagging : Im not good with tagging tbh but I always love doing them 😅 @sope-and-shine @ironicarmy and @multycoloredtaco

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[inktae]

fly me to the moon

↳ fantasy + magician au 

◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genres: very cheesy fluff, like really fluffy  ◇ word count: 4.977 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this was entirely self indulgent and I almost threw up from how sweet it was, but hey, it got me out of my writer’s block :’’’) it was super fun to write, I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

It’s during nights like these that you love and hate magic all at the same time.

Long gone are the ghastly days of running and hiding, when abilities not considered normal were chased instead of celebrated. You are fortunate enough not to have lived through those dark times, but your family did, and their memories are vivid enough for a lifetime. Their past is a heavy reminder of an old battle that your kind won and lost at the same time, a thick scar that is healed but rough to the touch.

It is easy to harbor resentment towards non magic users, but it is also easy to forget a quarrel ever existed when you hold the hands of your customers and read their emotions out loud, receiving gasps of awe and admiration looks from young kids that squeeze your hands back as tightly as they can. All day and night people line up in front of your quaint tent within the Magic Circus, hoping to receive a dose of reality they cannot grasp themselves, because emotions are a tricky thing — they are fleeting and confusing and can transform into something entirely different in less than a second, like playing with the ripples of a fast paced river.

Just like water, you cannot hold them or taste them, but you can feel them rushing between your fingers as they swiftly escape your grasp. Years of experience have helped you read beyond the strongest emotions — love, hate, jealousy —, allowing you to get a sense of what a person is going through just by holding their hands and allowing their energy to pierce your skin in the gentlest way. Helping people understand themselves is more than a circus attraction, and the hectic routine of what almost seems like a normal job sometimes makes you forget what magic is truly about.

Today is one of those days. As always, crumbling marriages seeking to unveil each other’s emotions visited your tent while their kids learn how to fly with the Winged Man, or create fun shapes out of clouds with the infamous group of Alchemists. You cannot be blamed for hating your own magic a tiny bit by the end of the day, sun long gone as the bright lighting of the circus turns it into something else — something livelier and enigmatic, as if mages are starting to steal heaps of energy from the round moon that rises high in the sky. Nights at the Magic Circus are always compelling in ways you cannot explain, a shift in the air that you can never truly enjoy between drawn-out counseling sessions you should not have to get through in the first place.

Tonight is different, though — for the first time in what feels like forever, you decide to close for the night.

“Look who came out of her cave!” Jimin calls from his usual spot — right in the middle of the festival, getting all the attention he not so secretly loves. Jimin’s ability is the complete opposite of yours, flashy and fun and colorful, growing all kinds of plants and flowers from the ground with just a flicker of his hand. If he concentrates enough he is able to grow a mini-forest around his body, with trees that come alive as their branches tease the kids that run and giggle around them. Add his charming smile to the mix and it is no surprise that everyone wants to be around him — it is simply impossible not to smile back at the sight.

You roll your eyes as you approach him, holding back a grin that threatens to break through as unusually big flowers start growing by his side, reaching half his height as they dance vividly. He gently picks one from the ground and presents it in your direction, never losing his smile as he bows meekly.

“A huge yellow dahlia for my favorite mage, even though that might change tonight.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” you take it from him, its overpowering smell making you scrunch your nose slightly. “First of all— my tent is not a cave. Yeah, it’s dark and small, but that’s part of the act. Secondly— why would that change tonight?”

“I knew you liked it when I said you were my favorite,” he laughs, making you huff in embarrassment as your skin heats up faintly. “Well, dear, I’m not surprised you don’t know about tonight. You spend every single day locked up in that cave of yours.”

“It’s not a cave—”

“There’s a new mage in town, and his first act is tonight.”

“A new—” you gape at him. He only smirks and nods, snapping his fingers and transforming the yellow dahlias into purple roses. “How come Namjoon never told me!? I’ve been a mage here for six years now, I deserve to know these things.”

“He doesn’t want to interrupt your flow,” Jimin quotes, using a mocking tone to imitate the ringleader of the circus. “You know how he is. Ever since he intruded on one of Yoongi’s acts he is terrified of interrupting anyone ever again. And since you’re always working, well…”

“Yeah, well, I’m not working tonight.”

“Wait, what?” the flowers around him stop dancing, turning completely still and lifeless.  The kids that surround you both start complaining, but he’s too stunned by your words to pay attention. “Say that again.”

You purse your lips, averting your gaze as hold the flower against your chest. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Wow. It really is, though. When was the last time you took a break?”

You try to remember a time when you got out of the tent to actually look around the circus or have some time for yourself, but nothing comes to mind. “Um.”

“Wow,” he repeats, eyes wide. But then his smile returns and it’s the widest you have ever seen it, as if the prospect of you taking some time off is just as enjoyable as taking a break himself. “I have to thread carefully here, I don’t want to say the wrong thing and make you lock yourself again. I never thought I would see this day coming.”

“Stop it! I’m not going back tonight,” you laugh, feeling a slight nervousness tingling across your skin. The strange feeling inevitably comes with a twinge of embarrassment at the realization that maybe not just Jimin was waiting for this day, and that your self inflicted enslavement might not be as discreet as you thought it was.

“Good,” he nods repeatedly, a little too eagerly. “Well, I actually slacked yesterday so I need to be an entertainer for the rest of the night — but maybe you can get a glimpse of the new mage. Read him a bit, you know. Find out if he’s secretly a serial killer.”

You scratch the back of your neck, biting your lip in deep thought. A new mage is not exactly the best news of the day — just like Jimin, new recruits tend to be just as flashy and bold, but in a pretentious kind of way. It takes them a long time to lose that intensity that comes with being new at the circus, that eager need of being the very best that grates on everyone else. Only after a month or two do they realize it is not a competition, but magicians solely using their skills to entertain, finally turning into normal, tolerable coworkers.

“I don’t know, you know how first acts are painful to see. If they are not awkward, then they’re overly flamboyant. It’s annoying,” you sigh, already knowing you will go see it either way — your curiosity has been piqued, and your mind will not let it go. “What does he do, anyway?”

“That’s the best part,” he smiles again, and a beautiful assortment of flowers and plants grow around him. Spectators gasp and mutter in amazement, making Jimin’s eyes glint with satisfaction. “He is an illusionist.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I know,” he nods, smiling knowingly. “You of all people should look forward to it.”

You take a step back, still holding tightly onto the dahlia. You return his smile, albeit a little nervously.

“I guess I am now.”

/

One hour later you’re taking a seat in the middle row of the largest tent of the circus, mainly used during massive parades that take place a handful of times a year. You cannot help but feel slightly irritated at how easily this guy snatched an opportunity to present his act in a place like this, which not many mages get for themselves. A part of you knows he must be incredibly good for Namjoon to allow it, but another remains skeptic — after all, you have a soft spot for illusionists, which also makes you inevitably critic of their abilities. If this mysterious mage does not manage to impress you, you’re sure you will be left feeling like something is missing for the rest of the night.

You throw your conflicting feelings to the back of your head as you look around — the show is about to start and spectators are hungry for it already, filling all the seats and murmuring between themselves as everyone anxiously looks at the round stage that rises in the middle. The poster by the entrance did not even announce a name — it only said something along the lines of walk inside and shoot for the stars, which only left your curiosity even more piqued, though not too surprised. Cheesy and boastful, as expected.

As soon as you start feeling somewhat comfortable among the sea of strangers the lights go off, making people cheer and whistle in excitement. The ceiling lights up a few seconds later, except that there is no ceiling anymore — only a bright sky can be seen, stark and cloudless and glinting with stars that are not usually visible around this side of town. The moon is round and uncharacteristically vivid, and your lips part in silent awe as you blink up at the white globe, easily counting the craters dotted across its surface.

You have always believed that illusionists can only recreate scenes they have seen themselves. You have witnessed it with every single mage you have come across with in the past — and unless this is an entirely new skill, you refuse to believe that this person has seen a moon like that, or anyone else for that matter.

“Do you like dreams?”

You jump at the low, smooth voice that crawls across the room, reaching every corner as it tickles up the back of your neck. You try not to let it get to you, still holding onto your skepticism as you hug the flower Jimin gave you.

“I hope you do. Because you are in one right now.”

“That isn’t creepy at all,” you murmur under your breath, noticing the way the stars start moving and dancing with each other. Now you’re sure there is no way he has experienced something like this — and you cannot deny that seeing a new kind of illusionist resurfaces a thrilling feeling in the pit of your stomach, one you have not felt for a long time. New gasps make you blink in confusion, until you look around and realize everyone is looking down at their feet.

You imitate them, almost losing your balance when you notice there is no floor anymore. The tent and the circus are all gone — there is only a boundless space all around you, and stars that dance and a bright moon that is now gradually coming closer, or maybe you are the one that is slowly floating towards it.

You try lifting your feet, laughing quietly as you realize that you can float. The children are already jumping and gyrating across space, worried parents grabbing at their ankles so they don’t float away.

“Look! behind the moon!”

A woman’s voice draws your gaze in said direction, blinking in surprise when you see someone peeking behind it. He smoothly walks out of his hiding place, and his youthfulness strikes you out of nowhere — you definitely expected someone older, with decades of experience and a million stories to tell, not a boy that seems about your age. His contagious smile reminds you of Jimin’s — easy and smooth, though there is something more compelling about him, a detail you cannot pinpoint yet. His golden skin glows under the sharp, exaggerated moon, and his eyes are playful as he looks at the kids warmly. He is dressed for the occasion: an old fashioned black and silver tailcoat, paired with a dark hat that covers his brown hair. Just like the illusionists of the past.

“My name is Kim Taehyung,” he calls, voice amplified so it can be heard by the large crowd. “And yes, you are in actual space right now. I’m not lying!” he insists when the kids start calling him a liar, making you push down a smile. Suddenly the moon starts floating upwards, making him look up in confusion before quickly conjuring up a thick rope.

You watch with amusement as he tries to bring the moon back with the rope, struggling briefly as the heavy looking globe slowly comes back. He gives the rope to a few of the kids in the first row so they can hold the moon during the rest of the show, which glows just as earnestly and casts eerie shadows that dance on Kim Taehyung’s skin.

“Please hold it tightly. If you let it float, we won’t have any lighting and you won’t get to see the rest of my show,” he insists, way too seriously, which makes the children giggle. Looking over the spectators again, he places his hands on his hips, easy smile back in place. “Now— let me start off by saying that you are all in my dream right now, so please be gentle. Some embarrassing stuff might pop up from time to time, so just… ignore it.”

You laugh with the public, half astounded at his words. You do not have time to wonder about his abilities, though — the show finally begins and you’re immediately sucked inside the illusions he continues to create, with a mastery that definitely does not belong to a newbie as he effortlessly takes you all from one universe to another. He makes you see the countless worlds he built in his dreams, characters from his childhood that make the children scream in delight and enigmatic creatures that only belong in fairytales and fantasy books.

All the while the moon hovers above your heads, its glow warm and comforting until the end of the show. You do not know how much time passes until he finally takes the rope from the kids and lets its go, allowing the moon to go back in place as you all float back to the ground. The last thing you see before going back to reality is a starry night, with stars that look like raw diamonds winking down at your awed faces.

You feel slightly dazed as you realize you’re back in the tent, glancing around and noticing that everyone else looks just as perplexed. Taehyung, now standing on the stage with a presence that draws everyone in, bows and smiles apologetically.

“You will feel a little shaken for a few minutes, sorry about that. But take it as a lesson: dreams can be like an entirely different universe, just as beautiful and mysterious, though dangerous if you end up going too far. Enjoy your reality as if they were your dreams. Thank you, and good night.”

People start clapping, some enthusiastically and some slowly as they gradually come back from Taehyung’s intense illusions. As soon as you see flowers being thrown in his direction you cannot help yourself — suddenly overcome with a boldness you never felt before, you throw your giant dahlia at him, falling right at his feet as he looks down in surprise. He grabs it and stares at it while beaming, walking down the stairs as he looks around, eyes searching. Looking for you.

“That was mine!” you yell with a smile, lifting your hand as you forget all about your usual embarrassment. And just as his eyes find yours his smile all but vanishes, time slowing down as he misses a step and loses his balance. Roughly face planting to the ground, before lying completely still.

Well, damn.

/

You’re up on your feet the moment you see Taehyung moving, stirring on the bed and groaning in pain as he slowly opens his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I distracted you and made you fall on your first show. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. That was so—”

Your words vanish when he starts chuckling, voice rough as he slowly sits up. “That was hilarious.”

You blink in confusion, smiling after a few seconds. “It kind of was. But I’m still sorry. Here,” you reach towards the beside table, giving him a painkiller and a glass of water. He takes it and swallows it down, finally looking into your eyes as he slowly comes back to life. You sit on the edge of the bed, suddenly self-conscious as his eyes roam across your face.

“Hello,” he says, looking slightly stunned.

“Uh, hi,” you reply, smiling awkwardly. “I made you fall. I was the one who threw that ridiculous flower.”

“Ah, where is it? I really liked it. It was huge,” he runs a hand across his tousled hair, holding back a yawn. He touches his forehead when he realizes there is a bandage covering a patch of skin above his left eyebrow, pursing his lips. “Did I bleed? I hope that didn’t scare the kids.”

“Only a little. Our doctor already checked up on you and you’re okay, so don’t worry. And the flowers are in that corner—” you point at the wooden chair placed next to the entrance of the bedroom, small but cozy and exactly like your own. “This is your room, by the way. I’m not sure if Namjoon already showed it to you, but just in case… well, welcome. I work here as well.”

“Work,” he repeats, chuckling. “Okay.”

“What?” you ask, genuinely curious, but he shakes his head, looking into your eyes again.

“I did not imagine this is how I was going to be introduced to my new life here, but it could be worse. Way worse. Thank you for the welcome.”

With the hat and jacket long gone and a sleepy expression replacing the captivating look he wore on stage, he looks even younger and way less intimidating. Had you met him like this before, you would have never guessed he was such a skilled illusionist. You almost hit yourself at how judgmental you have been all day, reminding yourself that no matter how they look, anyone can become a great illusionist. Anyone who is born with such skills, that is.

There’s a strange warmth stirring under your chest at the vulnerable look in his eyes, which you defiantly ignore as you clear your throat and extend your hand in his direction. You tell him your name and wait for him to take it, which he slowly holds and shakes gently.

“I’m Taehyung. Which you already know, since you went to my show, and all. Thank you for that. It’s—”

“Why are you so nervous?” you blurt out, inevitably relishing the soft touch of his hand while also reading the swarm of emotions that suddenly zips through your veins. “Your show was great— except the fall, of course. But it was great. Don’t worry, the public liked you a lot.”

“Uh…” he slowly lets your hand go, and the embarrassment that disappeared during Taehyung’s show comes back at full force.

“Ah, sorry! I read emotions when I touch people. Sorry again,” you moan, covering your cheeks. “Shouldn’t have done that without your permission.”

“Stop— stop apologizing,” he laughs, eyes glinting with amusement. His smile makes you exhale in relief, though your hand still stings with traces of his own nervousness. “Ah… I need to show you something. I hope I can walk,” he mutters as he gets up, leaving you puzzled as he slowly puts on his shoes and jacket. “Come with me. I know I’m a stranger, but this is kind of important.”

His words make you hesitate, but his inviting expression leaves no room for suspicion.

“Okay… sure,” you nervously follow him out of the room and into the darkness of the outside, and the real moon seems small and dull as it casts its weak glimmer above the various tents and trailers of the circus, which still brims with life with countless night acts. Surprisingly, he seems to know his way around — and your breath catches when he leads you both directly towards your own tent, noticeably smaller than the rest. A large poster that reads Take my hand and let your feelings be heard is placed right in front of the opening, now uncharacteristically closed.

The illusionist stops and looks in your direction, and the nerves you felt through his skin finally start to show on his face as he smiles quietly.

“And now I’m going to show you a moment of the past, one you probably don’t even remember.”

A quick snap of his fingers alters the scene in its entirety. Suddenly the tent is open and there is a long line of people waiting outside, as per usual. You gape silently as Taehyung leads you inside your own tent, completely invisible to the people in line as you both barge in one of your old sessions. Your memory stirs as you struggle to remember the person that sits across a younger version of you, one that had only been working on the circus for one year and was starting to learn how to take her ability to the next level.

The boy has his face completely covered. He is wearing sunglasses, a mouth mask and black hat, and anyone could tell he is being too obvious about not wanting his identity to be revealed. You faintly remember not caring about that, fully focused on his emotions rather than his appearance, and it all slowly comes back to you as the younger version of you holds his hand and concentrates on the boy’s troubled feelings.

“You seem confused,” your younger version says, in a low voice that cannot filter outside. “A bit all over the place. I can sense a lot of strong emotions, and anger is among them. Frustration, sadness, tiredness. Maybe, um… I think… there are things you want to achieve, but you’re unsure of how to go about it. Am I right?”

The covered boy nods, not saying a word. Your younger version tries to look at him in the eye, and a smile that seems sad extends her lips. “I can also sense magic in you. I apologize if I’m overstepping a boundary here, but… you shouldn’t be ashamed of what you can do. Don’t be afraid of it. Whatever it is, no matter how ridiculous it is, it’s a wonderful thing. I... used to hate my skill, you know. But one year ago I came to this circus and met the fist mage that actually impressed me, a great illusionist named Namjoon— he made me see that maybe it’s not so bad to be like this. He showed me that it can be a good thing. That it can help yourself and others.”

You blush as you see the way they hold hands a little bit tighter — you do not remember that part. But then the smile in your younger self’s face grows noticeably bigger, probably due to a positive shift in the boy’s emotions, and a warmth full of satisfaction swells up your chest.

“Promise me that you’re going to stop ignoring what you truly are. Losing yourself is not worth whatever struggles you might face. You could also, um… take a look around the circus tonight. Go see how nice it can be, and how much we enjoy doing what we do.”

The masked boy nods and slowly lets go. Taehyung snaps his fingers again, only to reveal the empty and darkened inside of your tent, and you slowly walk outside before turning in his direction, feeling silently astounded. He is smiling, though his expression is smaller and shier than before.

“That was you, wasn’t it?” you ask quietly.

“Yep,” he scratches the back of his head, cheeks turning darker with a blush. “I was having trouble controlling my abilities at the time, and… well, you can imagine how embarrassing it was when I accidentally showed people what I dreamt about. I got made fun of quite frequently. But enough of my sob story— thanks to you I was able to push through it and let a kid hold the moon tonight! How amazing is that?” he exclaims, beaming as he looks up at the dark sky. “My family doesn’t like mages, neither the friends I had for that matter, which is why I was hiding myself under that stupid attire that night. And I had this stupider office job that I didn’t even know what was about. Still don’t know to this day, honestly.”

You smile gently, walking alongside him as his words swim within the walls of your mind. The noise of the circus fills the atmosphere, and laughter and loud voices ring cheerfully from every direction. His presence is starting to become more and more comforting, though knowing that you helped him become what he is today still feels too preposterous to believe. That fact, added to his honest words about his previous life, give you too much to wonder to be able to mutter a response.

As if on cue, he pokes at your temple playfully, making you blink at him.

“You think too much, don’t you?”

“I mean, that’s my job,” you smile, looking down. “I read emotions, and I think about them so I can help others.”

“Uh-uh. Don’t say that again.”

“What?”

“That’s my job,” he repeats, halting his steps. You stop in front of him, frowning as he raises his eyebrows. “It’s not your job. It’s your gift, silly.”

You part your lips, feeling slightly offended. “Of course it is— hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m making you fly,” he smiles playfully, holding your hand so you don’t float away. “Workplaces don’t allow people to fly. That’s a fact. Which means this is not a workplace. Hence not a job.”

“You’re an illusionist, you can’t make people fly,” you huff, racking your brain to figure out how the hell he’s doing it.

“Hush, I can. Don’t think about it, just enjoy the way your feet don’t touch the ground.”

It is enjoyable, in some bizarre way. Though that might have more to do with Taehyung’s hand and the strange, warm feeling he’s oozing, one you have not felt yourself but recognize from the countless hands you hold each day. It makes your heart pump strongly in ways that remind you of your first days in the Magic Circus, when it was all new and exciting, when Namjoon’s illusions had just made you realize that you wanted to love and nourish your magic, to use it for great, big things, just like everyone else in this place did.

And no, it is not love. But it certainly feels similar to it.

Taehyung is smiling and you cannot help but smile back, a grin that feels loose and genuine in your face, and for the first time in ages do you remember how nice it feels to let your magic flow and surge freely, as if it had a mind of its own.

Your smile falters when you notice a bunch of colorful flowers growing around you two — making you frown as the blush on your face deepens considerably.

“That’s a little bit too much, Taehyung.”

He blinks, smile faltering as he looks around in confusion. “Wow— that isn’t me.”

Eyes widening, your embarrassment spreads furiously as you hear Jimin’s laughter twinkling behind you, and Taehyung quickly allows you to step down again so you can glare at your friend. The illusionist has not let go of your hand yet, and you can feel his own fluster mixing with your own, though there is also a bit of joy in them.

“I’m sorry, but that looked so cute I almost threw up— I just had to,” Jimin chuckles. “Glad you’re getting along with your new coworker.”

“Shut up— and he’s not a coworker,” you say, crossing your arms above your chest. Jimin gives a satisfied nod at that, as if hoping for that kind of answer.

“Well, me and a few others are going to grab some dinner — if you guys want to join us you’re welcome, though I understand if you want to keep looking at each other all night. Won’t judge.”

You look at Taehyung, ignoring your awkwardness as you give him a questioning smile. He nods eagerly, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Hell yes, my time to impress the other mages has come,” Taehyung quickly joins Jimin as the latter laughs, and you roll your eyes as you quickly follow them. You listen to their conversation with a smile, heart swelling. “Would it be too much if I made one of them hold the moon?”

“Definitely,” Jimin replies. “Act normal and they will like you. Not sure about Yoongi, though.”

Their conversation flows naturally and you listen to it quietly, looking up and observing the round moon in all of its dimmed splendor. Illusions can be stunning, and Taehyung’s are definitely one of the best you have ever seen, but maybe the real thing is not too bad either.

You smile to yourself, already aware that you will definitely be taking more nights off from now on, especially if they involve a boy that likes to shoot for the stars.

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You seem like you're both close friends, not just an internet duo kind of thing so how did y'all meet? Have you known each other for a while? Also, how did you guys discover BTS?

Hi Lovey~

-How did y’all meet?-

B: Um, we met at BAP conceeeert.

C: LOL yes

B: Yes we are actually friends in real life, so I guess it doesn’t count as internet friends? Not that internet friends isn’t real life. You guys know what I mean

C: Yeah, exactly.

B: We’re in person friends

C: LOL Stfu

B: Did you just tell me to shut up… you’re so fucking rude.

C: XD

-Have you known each other for a while?-

C: Yes we have!

B: Uhhh over a year

C: We met last.. March?

B: Yes, like end of March.

C: No it was like March 7th..

B: No *judges cloudless* It was like April.

C: Oh yeah it was April 7th

B: I thought it was the April 5th

C: What? Why do I keep saying 7? 

B: I don’t know you crackhead. Imma punch you.

C: Don’t!

*WE DO RESEARCH*

C: Ohhh we got there the 7th. The concert was the 8th and the DC one was the 9th.

B: So we were half right? Yeah, we were half right.

-how did you guys discover BTS?-

B: I remember how I discovered BTS. Umm, Jimin was the first member I saw. I remember yesterday *spoken a true grandman* Did you call me a grandma?

C: Yes, yes I did.

B: That’s okay me and Yoongi can me grandma and grandpa together. What was I saying before you interrupted me with your stupid comment?

*reminds her*

B: at the time I didn’t who he was or what he did. I just saw people on twitter saying he had plastic surgery. I was like so what it’s his business leave the boy alone. Then I decided to do some research.

*reads her answer to her*

B: On him. Not the surgery. 

C: I know lol.

B: and then it lead me back to BTS. I discovered the rest of the members. For some reason I couldn’t say Yoongi’s name though. But it’s okay he’s bae. Ever since I first laid eyes on him. Then I just watched them evolve and grow. I’m just so proud of mi boi! *gets in them gay feelz*

C: I got into them around DOPE era. I decided to randomly watch it when it was out and that was a wrap. I saw Namjoon and was shook when he opened his mouth and that deep ass voice came out of him and just those dimples sucked me in. After that I watched all their videos and got to know all the members and just fell more in love Namjoon and all the members. I just feel so proud of the journey they’ve undergone to get here and are still on. My heart just adores them so much!!! *also enters them gay feelz!*

So yeah those are the answers to those questions lol! Thanks for sending them in. We were honestly touched by the fact that you had even taken notice of our relationship! Thank you so much!!! We love you!!

How did you get into BTS? Who’s your bias? How long have you been a fellow A.R.M.Y.

☔️B & C☁️

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