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minhoinator · 6 years

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By My Side, A Hogwarts AU (21/75)

promises kept - “Nervous?”

Minho stopped fidgeting for a second, his hands folding in his lap as he looked over at Mom. He was about to answer her, but then a voice called out over the intercom: “Stockport, arriving in five minutes. Stockport, arriving in five minutes.”

“Is that his train?”

master list // AO3 // AFF // first year - muggle-born, sorted, first day, homesick, hallowe’en, deck the halls, possibilities, belonging, exceedingly acceptable, return to king’s cross - second year - diagonally, taking flight, ten points, all that glitters, holly jolly, push and pull, shooting stars, special treat, sleepover, promises made

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* - * - *

“Nervous?”

“Is that his train?” he asked as he bounded off the bench and weaved through the crowd to the screen displaying the train numbers and their arrival times.

The click of Mom’s heels followed him, her arm draping over his shoulders. “0525, that’s his train, right?” Minho nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Kibum would be arriving at Platform 10, should they go there and wait for him to get off the train? “Let’s go back and wait for him on the bench, all right?”

“But…” He turned to watch as she started to walk away. Did Kibum know his way around Muggle train stations? Would he even know where to look for them? While her back was still turned, Minho darted up the steps and ran down the crowded corridor toward Platform 10.

Once he found it, he bounced on the balls of his feet, freezing on his tiptoes when the train pulled up to the platform, the brakes screeching as it came to a stop. Minho grinned when he spotted Kibum peering through the window, returning his wave happily. The other passengers poured out of the doors and on to the platform. It took a while for Kibum to make an appearance in the doorway. He bolted to him once he did, smiling up at him as he stepped down onto the platform.

Minho hugged him as soon as both of his feet were on the ground. “Hey, buddy,” Kibum said, patting his back until Minho let him go. “Where’re your parents?”

“Dad and Minseok are at practice and Mom is waiting on one of the benches.” He gestured to the patched-up satchel hanging at Kibum’s side. “Do we need to go get your luggage?”

“Nope. This is it.”

“Huh.” Kibum laughed as he started following the rest of the passengers off the platform, Minho following him immediately. “Yeah, let’s go find Mom.”

* - * - *

The drive home from the train station was...oddly tense. Kibum tugged on the seatbelt, pulling it away from his neck and slipping it over his head. Minho glanced back at him from his spot in the front seat, offering him a small smile, and looked like he was about to say something. But, a strange jingle started to play, and his attention snapped back over to his mom.

He held his hand out, taking the thin pink device she handed him and flipped it open before he held it up to his ear. “Hey, Dad!” He paused, laughing after a second. “You’re using dad’s phone, stupid, of course I’m gonna think you’re Dad!”

Mrs. Choi smacked Minho’s arm lightly. “Be nice to your brother.”

“You didn’t hear h -- hmm? Okay...okay...yeah...okay, bye.” Minho closed the thin pink thing and slipped it back into his mom’s purse. “Practice is running a little late so you don’t have to have dinner ready until 8.”

She let out a long sigh and Kibum leaned over a little to see the time on the car radio. Damn it, it was only 4:30, but he was already hungry -- he and Grandma usually ate early. As if on cue, his stomach growled and Minho glanced back at him. He glanced between Kibum and his mom, his expression a little weird. Kibum’s brow furrowed when Minho looked back at his mom with a smile.

“What if we got pizza and they got something on the way home?”

“I don’t know.”

“You like pizza, right, Kibum?”

“Uh...” Minho looked back at him and Mrs. Choi met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “I’ve never had it, I don’t think.”

Both of their eyes widened, and Mrs. Choi changed lanes quickly. “Get my phone and text your father.” Minho nodded and grabbed the pink thing from her purse, flipping it open again. “Tell him that they can either have leftover pizza or they can pick something up on the way home.” She met Kibum’s eyes through the mirror again. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Kibum smiled at her before she looked back at the road. Soon, they pulled into a parking lot for a place called Croma. They followed Mrs. Choi inside, both peering over her shoulder as she ordered them two pizzas -- a margarita and an Americana, he thought she said -- as well as some garlic bread sticks and salads.

“Grandma grows garlic around the house,” Kibum said as they headed over to the semi-populated waiting area. “Like, all around the house. We use it, of course, for cooking and, like, potions and stuff, but it’s mostly there to keep vampires away.”

Minho’s eyes widened and he started to say something, but they were both quickly shushed by Mrs. Choi. Kibum frowned, glancing around at the curious Muggles in the waiting area. Something dinged inside her purse, and she pulled out the pink thing, ignoring them for a moment.

Minho cleared his throat, leaning toward Kibum to whisper, “When we’re around...other people...we probably shouldn’t talk about...that stuff.”

Kibum glanced past him to his mother, who was still focused on the pink thing. “Even around your family?”

“Uhh...”

“Really?”

“It’s okay sometimes, and Minseok is usually okay with it, but...sorry, I should have mentioned it earlier.”

“It’s okay.” An awkward sort of silence stretched between them, broken when one of the people in the waiting area was called up to get their pizza. “Am I gonna be in trouble?”

Minho laughed. “No, I don’t think so.” He chuckled again before he sobered. “Just be sure not to say anything in front of my dad, because then you might be.”

“Choi!”

They hurried after Mrs. Choi as she made her way back up to the counter. She handed the two pizza boxes to Minho and the foil bag of breadsticks and the salads to Kibum. “Go ahead and sit in the back seat, honey,” she said when they reached the car. Minho slid the pizza into the middle of back seat before he hopped inside. “We’ll be home in ten minutes.”

Kibum thought he had been hungry before, but the smell wafting up from the pizza and the garlic bread was nearly torturous. When his stomach growled loudly again, Minho looked over at him, his eyes alit with silent laughter. He continued to talk to his mom about whatever they were talking about while he slowly unrolled the top of the breadsticks bag. With a finger on his lips, he passed one to Kibum, who ate it quietly and quickly, savoring it as much as he could on the way home.

Prism Lane was quite similar in appearances to Juliette Boulevard, with the small, matching houses and the cobblestone lanes leading to the brightly colored doors. One of the differences, Kibum noticed, were the gardens.

Here, they were pristine, with prim little rose bushes or orchids or carnations lining the homes. Back in Nottingham, however, Kibum knew that at least seven of the other residents were witches and wizards, since some of the kids were also at Hogwarts. The gardens back home were teaming with different plants, to make potions and poultices and salves, or to cook with, since they did not often go to Muggle grocery stores.

They pulled into the driveway and followed her into the house. It was nice and homey, in its own way, but not cozy like Grandma’s house. The walls were painted a cool gray with touches of blue and green accented in the art and the plants. Even though he had only seen the entrance, it seemed oddly clean, compared to Grandma’s house.

“Put the pizza on the counter before you show Kibum to your room, all right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Minho said, kicking off his shoes and holding the pizza boxes in his arms out to Kibum. “Put those here. I’ll go set them down. Just wait here?” Kibum set the bag of breadsticks and salads on top of the pizza boxes and watched as Minho glided across the hardwood floor to the swinging kitchen door. He reappeared a second later and hurried to put his shoes on top of the cubby by the door. “You can put yours next to mine.”

He set his shoes beside Minho’s and followed him upstairs to his room. “What...”

“Hmm?” Kibum pointed to the bed floating on the floor. “Oh, that’s our air mattress. We had it from when Jinki or Taemin or any of Minseok’s friends would sleep over.”

“Oh.” Tentatively, Kibum sat down on the end.

“I think there’s a hole in it, so we’ll have to blow it up every night.”

“Blow...it up?”

Minho snorted. “Like, with air?” He propped his feet up on the air mattress, jostling Kibum where he sat. Kibum rolled his eyes and started to glare at Minho when they heard a cupboard slam shut downstairs. “Oh, we should hurry,” Minho said, already hopping over the air mattress and reaching for his bedroom door. “We don’t want the pizza to get cold.”

Thankfully, they made it in time. The pizza was...deliciously hot and cheesy and Kibum wondered why the hell he had been deprived of it for so long.

They needed this at Hogwarts.

He was about to ask Minho to suggest it to Sookey when they got back to school, but Mr. Choi and Minseok walked through the door. Mrs. Choi got up to greet them and Kibum glanced at Minho, who set his fork down with a sigh as he looked to the dining room doorway. Kibum sucked the red sauce off his thumb and followed his gaze.

“Hey, Min...” Minseok said as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a plate and a couple slices of pizza before he looked up and locked eyes with Kibum. “Hi, I’m -- “

“Minseok, I know. I’m -- “

“Kibum. I know, too.” He slid into the seat across from Minho, glancing between the two of them. “Do you talk about me at school, Min?”

“Occasionally,” he said before he stuffed another bite of pizza into his mouth.

“Only good things.”

Kibum struggled to keep his amusement from showing and Minho kept eating to keep his mouth full. Minseok squinted. “I don’t believe you.” Minho started to laugh, but all three of them quieted with Mr. and Mrs. Choi walked back into the kitchen.

“So,” Mr. Choi said, taking his seat at the head of the table while Mrs. Choi fixed him a plate. “You’re the famous Kibum.”

He spared a quick glance at Minho. The tips of his ears, as well as his cheeks, were a bright red as he stared pointedly at the table. “I don’t know about famous, sir, but yes.”

Minseok snickered, stopping when Mr. Choi cleared his throat. They all started eating after a second of awkward silence. Mr. and Mrs. Choi filled each other in about their days while the boys ate. Once Kibum was full, Minho stopped eating and cleared their plates from the table. Kibum followed him into the kitchen, rinsing the plates when Minho washed them and set them on a towel to dry. They washed the other plates too after Minseok brought them in.

Once the water was drained, Minho led him upstairs, away from the sounds from the other room downstairs. “What was that?” he whispered as they climbed the stairs.

“Dad is probably just watching football on TV. Do you wanna shower before bed?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, grab your stuff and I’ll show you how it works”

It didn’t take Kibum long to shower, and soon he was tucked between his blankets. Minho flicked off the light, accidentally bumping into the air mattress on his way to bed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Beside him, there came a creak and a sigh, and Kibum glanced over to see that Minho had settled into bed. He stared at his silhouette for a second before he looked up at the stars on the ceiling. "Are...”

“Hmm?”

“Are those in constellations?”

Minho hummed his assent. “I tried, at least.”

“You did a good job.” There came a delayed thanks from the shadows to his right, a hint of a smile coloring Minho’s voice. “So,” Minho’s head turned on his pillow. “What have you told your family about me?” He glanced up when Minho turned on his side to face him.

“Everything, I guess.”

Kibum pulled his blankets up over his shoulder as looked at Minho. The moonlight softly lit the top of his head, the bridge of his nose, and the tips of his fingers peeking out from under his blanket. His face was still cloaked in shadow, but Kibum could feel his eyes on him. Kibum blinked, and the moonlight seemed to fade, if only slightly. “What -- “ he cleared his throat when his voice cracked. “What do you mean by ‘I guess’?”

Minho sighed, his fingers twitching around his blanket. “Everything I could remember, I guess. Like, how you helped me learn English in first year, and then again after my concussion.” He stretched a little as he yawned. “About that one time you almost fell through the lake. When you got sick but wouldn’t admit it...”

“I wasn’t sick. it was allergies.”

“Listen, Bummie, Pomfrey agreed with me so shush.”

“Whatever.” Kibum smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. He wrapped his arms around his pillow, hugging it. “What else?”

Minho yawned again. “I don’t know. Can’t remember. Mom does like you though, I think.”

Kibum’s brow furrowed. “Really?” It didn't necessarily seem like it.

He nodded against his pillow. “Something about...about liking that she knows that...there’s someone at school who cares about me...I think...” His voice grew quieter and quieter until it dropped off completely. Kibum listened to his steady breathing for a moment before he rolled onto his back.

It took him a little while to start to drift off -- being in a strange bed and all. Once he did, however, his throat became increasingly dry. Soon, he was wide awake because of it. With a quiet groan, he sat up, wrapping his blanket around him as he slowly got out of bed and shuffled to the door.

There was a light still on downstairs, stopping Kibum in his tracks. Was it just a nightlight or was someone still up? No, someone was still up, he could hear their voice. He started to descend the stairs, freezing when one of the steps creaked under his foot.

The voices quieted for a second, and a shadow passed over the open kitchen door before they spoke again. “It’s not like he’ll be here much longer,” Mrs. Choi said, her voice sounding like a tired sigh. “It’s just until the end of the week. And it’s not like you’ll be here often.”

Kibum slowly sat down on the step, wrapping his arms around himself. “I don’t want Minseok here either, then, you know, just in case. I’ll take him with me to work.”

“Of course.” Silence stretched between them for a moment. “He is Minho’s friend...I don’t think he’d do anything to harm us.”

“I guess.”

Kibum jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned, expecting to see Minho behind him, but found Minseok instead. He gestured behind him, and crept back to his room, Kibum quietly following. He closed the door and flipped on the light once Kibum was inside.

“How much did you hear?” Minseok asked as he walked past him on his way to his bed.

Did he know? Kibum stared at him for a moment, searching his expression for any sort of clues. “Not much, but enough.”

“Yeah.” Minseok rubbed his hands over his face, sighing heavily.

“Is that why he always takes you with him to practice? Because of Minho?” When Minseok didn’t respond right away, Kibum went on. “Like, I know they were talking about me, but it sounds like what happened here last summer.”

Minseok looked up at him, his brow furrowing. “Minho told you about that?” More or less...Kibum nodded. “I think it is, even if Dad won’t admit it.”

Kibum let out a disdained huff before he sank to the floor, crossing his legs beneath him. “What the hell for?”

“I think, well, I think Dad is just, like, struggling with the idea that one of his sons is a wizard. It doesn’t help that Minho refuses to do magic to prove that he actually is a wizard -- “

“That’s against the law for us, though.”

“Right, that’s what he said.” Minseok sighed again. “I think just the fact -- that he’s magical -- really freaked Dad out...He doesn’t talk to me about it, but I’ve heard him say stuff to Mom when they think I can’t hear them.”

Kibum couldn’t help but ask, “What sort of stuff?”

Minseok started to speak, but quickly closed his mouth and averted his gaze, shaking his head. “I don’t remember.”

His hands fisted in his blankets, tugging it a little tighter around himself. “What do you think?” Kibum’s jaw clenched when Minseok met his eyes again. “About Minho? What do you think?”

“I don’t think he’s a freak, if that’s what you’re asking. Like not at all.” Kibum started to relax a little bit. “I wish I could go with him and see all the cool stuff he tells me about, but...yeah.”

Kibum nodded. He seemed nice enough and supportive of Minho, which was good. If Minho’s stories about Minseok were to be believed, he basically hung the sun in the sky. “I...I’m glad he has you to come home to.”

“And I’m glad you’re there for him at school.”

Kibum gave him a small smile before he stood and headed for the door. “Going to practice with your dad tomorrow?”

“Probably. Maybe.” Minseok smiled back. “I might try to stay home.”

“Okay.” Kibum closed the door behind him, tiptoeing down the hall to Minho’s room, his previous thirst forgotten. Carefully and quietly, he crept back into his bed and rolled on his side to face Minho. His hand laid limply off the bed, his thumb twitching occasionally.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair that someone as sweet and kind and giving as Minho would have to come home to...to parents who can’t seem to accept a major part of who he was. He already knew this visit was going to be different when they started to plan it last year, but he wasn’t expecting this. He glanced past the tips of Minho’s fingers to where his face was hidden by the night.

“I know you’re asleep, buddy,” Kibum whispered. “But I want you to know that I’ll always be there for you. No matter what. I’ve got your back like you’ve got mine.” He glanced back at his hand, and after a second of thought, he hooked their pinkies together. “I promise.”

* - * - *

In the haze of early morning, Minho’s only warning was a slight clink. By the time his eyes had barely started to open, it was too late.

Ice cold water, followed by the ice cubes themselves, poured onto his neck and back. Minho’s eyes squeezed shut before he launched himself out of bed, tripping over the empty air mattress and falling onto the floor.

Looking up, he saw Minseok standing over his bed, drinking the rest of the water from the glass.

“Breakfast is ready.” He cackled and ran out the door when Minho threw his cleat at him. “Hurry up!” he called from the hall, his heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs.

Grumbling to himself, Minho took off his soaked shirt and tossed it into his hamper. He was about to go downstairs in just his shorts, but then he looked back at the empty air mattress. He could feel his face heat up as he looked around for a shirt of some kind, finding and pulling on one of his many hoodies and heading out the door. Before he went downstairs, however, he hurried to the bathroom, combing his hair into place with his fingers.

“Good morning!” he said as he walked through the doorway and into the kitchen.

Kibum looked up from the table, smiling brightly at him. “Morning!”

The TV was on in the living room, but Minho couldn’t tell what was playing. He scooped some slightly burnt scrambled eggs and a couple slices of bacon from the discarded pans around the kitchen and grabbed two of the frozen waffles from the toaster. “Where’s Mom?”

Kibum shrugged, and Minseok answered from the other room. “Dad took her out for breakfast!”

“Ahh.” Kibum was pouring him a glass of orange juice, and he slid it in front of the seat beside him as Minho came into the dining room. “Sleep okay?”

“Mmhm.” He took a sip of his own juice, his brow furrowing. “So I know that this isn’t pumpkin juice but it kinda looks like it and I’m each time I take a drink I’m surprised.” Minho almost snorted scrambled eggs out of his nose and Kibum patted his back as he coughed. “It wasn’t that funny.”

“It’s not you,” Minseok said as he went through the dining room to the kitchen. “He’s super giggly in the morning.”

“Oh really?”

Both of them turned to him, and Minho’s face felt like it was trying to spontaneously combust. “Leave me alone,” he muttered, trying not to laugh, as he gathered his plate and glass and tried to go hide in the living room. Oh great, Minseok had been watching Shrek...that never made him laugh. Minho situated himself in Dad’s armchair and continued eating his breakfast as Donkey tried to get out of Dragon’s clutches.

Kibum followed him into the room, stopping dead in his tracks as he stared at the TV. “What’s that?”

“You’ve never seen Shrek?” When Kibum shook his head, Minho scrambled for the remote, starting it all the way over. He hummed along to All-Star, and glanced over at Kibum. “This is the song the team listens to before a game.”

“Oh...”

Kibum sat in rapt attention of the movie, not even looking away from the screen when Mom and Dad got home. Minho started to get out of Dad’s chair when he walked into the living room, but he gestured for him to stay put. “Ready to go?” he asked Minseok.

“Can I stay home today?” Minho’s eyes widened as his gaze flicked from Dad to Minseok. “It’s not like I do much of anything when I’m there.”

“But you’re learning the entire time. How are you going to make it as a football player if you don’t learn from the professionals?”

Minho glanced back at Kibum, to check if his attention had shifted from Shrek to the conversation, but it hadn’t.

“It’s just one day. Is one day really gonna make that much of a difference?”

Dad’s jaw tightened and he met Minho’s eyes, seemingly surprised to find him watching. Minho quickly turned back to the TV, lounging as casually as possible in the armchair. “I’ll be late,” he said, kissing Mom’s cheek before he left the room.

In his peripheral vision, Minho saw Minseok visibly relax. When Dad’s car puttered away outside, Minho glanced over at his brother, smiling when he looked back.

Minho -- and Minseok, when he didn’t go with dad to work -- spent the next several days showing Kibum as many Muggle things as possible. It took him a couple of hours to get the hang of how to play video games, but he seemed to prefer to sit back and watch while Minho played.

Unsurprisingly, football, much like Quidditch, was not one of his interests, but he still joined them when he and Minseok went outside to pass the ball around the yard. He sat on the ground, picking at the grass while he chatted with Minho and Minseok. Sometimes, Minho got too involved in their discussion that he forgot to pass the ball back.

One afternoon, when Kibum went inside for a minute to make himself some tea, Minseok called him over. “What’s up with you?”

Minho frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’re acting like the guys do at school when the girls come to watch us play.” Minho blinked, averting his eyes when his face started to heat up. “It’s only Kibum.”

“I know.”

Minseok lightly kicked the ball back and forth before he kicked it up with his toe. He caught it and tossed it against Minho’s chest, who then caught it. “Pass it back,” he said, gesturing for him to return to his spot across the yard.

Minho started walking back, looking up when the sliding glass door opened and Kibum stepped out, a mug in hand.

One Muggle activity that Kibum really did seem to enjoy was watching TV, specifically movies. The Chois had never really had that big of a movie collection, but Mom had a soft spot for Studio Ghibli movies, so they had a bunch of those. After they had watched Howl’s Moving Castle, Kibum wanted to watch them all, and Minho was more than happy to oblige him.

One night, as they were trying to fall asleep, Kibum whispered, “You know what? I think Miyasaki is a wizard.”

Minho smiled as he glanced over at Kibum’s silhouette. “I think you’re right.”

Most nights, after Mom and Dad thought they had all gone to bed, Minseok would come into Minho’s room and he would ask them questions about Hogwarts and they would regale him with stories about their experience so far. It was nice for him to be able to talk freely about school at home, but it was also fun to watch Kibum get to talk about it, too.

His eyes would light up with each new question that Minseok had for them, and his voice got really fast as he tried to pack as much information -- relative to the question or not -- into each of his answers.

Had Kibum always had dimples? They seemed to be showing up more and more as his visit continued and he felt more comfortable with Minseok...maybe Minho just didn’t notice before.

“Minho, is something wrong?”

“Hm, what?” He blinked, meeting Kibum’s eye as the dimple on his cheek disappeared.

Kibum snorted and Minseok laughed. “You’ve just been staring at me.”

“Sorry, I, uh, I was trying to remember the, uh, wand motions for the spell you were referring to.”

“Petrificus Totalus?”

Sure. Whatever.

Kibum grabbed a licorice wand from the pile of candy he got out of his satchel and did the motion, and Minho nodded, taking the licorice from him and eating it with a grin when Kibum rolled his eyes.

On Kibum’s last night in the Choi household, Minho and Kibum decided to share some Bertie Bott’s beans with Minseok, but not tell him the secret. Kibum poured the entire box into his hand, dividing them evenly between the three of them. He passed Minho’s his with a quick wink.

“Oh, these are just jelly beans,” Minseok said, popping one into his mouth.

When he did not react right away, Minho let out a pent-up breath. “Yeah,” Kibum said as he nonchalantly picked through his. “I didn’t know you guys had them, too.”

Minseok scoffed. “Where’d you think you guys got the idea from?” he asked as he popped a mottled brown bean in his mouth. Dirt...Minho bit his lip to keep from laughing. Minseok grimaced as he chewed and shivered as he swallowed before he grabbed a bright green one. Vomit. Minho saw Kibum start to look toward him and he made himself turn away. “What the fuck?” he sputtered, spitting out the remnants for the bean.

All three were laughing so hard that Dad had to come upstairs to tell them to quiet down and go to bed. After Minseok left the room, they could hear him brushing his teeth for five straight minutes. Both Minho and Kibum couldn’t stop giggling, especially after Minho tried to sober himself enough to say, “It’s not that funny.”

Morning came all too soon, unfortunately.

It wasn’t even nine in the morning by the time Mom had he and Kibum out the door and on the way to the train station. It was stupid to be sad that he wouldn’t be around the house anymore. It had only been a week, but Minho had grown rather accustomed to being with Kibum night and day.

His room would feel so empty, now.

“Got all your stuff?” Mom asked Kibum, who nodded.

All three of them piled out of the car and headed inside, Minho and Kibum hanging back while Mom paid for his ticket with the money Grandma sent.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Minho wanted to say, but he held his tongue. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back, knocking shoulders with Kibum and grinning when he acted affronted. “I’m coming over in two weeks, right?”

“That’s the plan, so I certainly hope so.” Kibum’s smiled dimmed slightly when Mom started back toward them, handing Kibum his ticket. “Thank you for letting me stay with you, Mrs. Choi.”

“You’re welcome, Kibum. It was no trouble at all.”

He nodded, glancing between the two of them before he waved goodbye to Minho with a dimpled smile. As Kibum started to walk away, Mom’s arm rested across Minho’s shoulder, and she guided him toward the exit. He looked back for one last glimpse of Kibum, but he was already gone.

* - * - *

“Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

Kibum’s grip tightened on the handle as the Knight Bus made a rapid turn around a corner. He and Grandma had set out for Nottingham Station about five minutes ago, which was about twenty minutes later than they were expecting. Mrs. Prue, one of their neighbors, came over to get a couple pinches of powdered unicorn horn from Grandma’s store and the two ended up talking for much longer than Kibum would have liked.

Minho’s train was supposed to be in at noon, and it was ten till that when Grandma hailed the Knight Bus.

“I’m sure we will, sweetheart. And if not, it’s not the end of the world.”

He pouted a little as he peeked outside at the blur of the passing scenery. The bus stopped three more times -- either to let passengers off or on -- before they reached Nottingham Station. Once it came to a stop, Grandma grabbed Kibum’s sleeve before he could bolt for the exit. “Why don’t you go get him and come right back? That way we don’t have to wait for the bus again.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She stood, following him to the door so she could speak to the driver and the shrunken head and ask them to wait for a moment.

Once his feet hit the pavement, Kibum took off toward the entrance, scanning the crowd once he was inside. He was about to call out for Minho, but then he saw him coming out of the restroom. He waved with he spotted Kibum, jogging around people to meet him by the door.

“Hey,” Minho said once he reached him, his voice a little breathless.

“Hi.” He grinned and Kibum couldn’t help but follow suit, but before he got too distracted -- “We gotta go, the bus is waiting.”

“Oh, shit, okay.” He followed Kibum out the door, running across the sidewalk to where the Knight Bus sat idling.

“Took ya long enough!” the shrunken head said when they hurried up the steps.

Minho gasped, grabbing the back of Kibum’s shirt as he stared open-mouthed at the shrunken head. Kibum pulled him along before the head could say anything sarcastic, leading him to where Grandma sat on one of the only bolted down seats on the entire bus. He set his backpack down on the ground before he greeted her with a hug.

“How have you been, darling?” she asked as he sat beside her -- on a non-bolted down seat. Kibum suppressed a smile as he held onto the strap before them.

“Good. What about you, Grandma?”

Any possible conversation from Minho died when the bus jolted forward, swerving madly around in the Muggle traffic on its way out of the Nottingham Station parking lot. By the time they reached home, Minho was clinging to the closest bar for dear life. “Come on, buddy,” Kibum said with a laugh, patting his arm to remind Minho to let go.

They helped Grandma inside and Minho dropped his backpack at the door as he slipped off his shoes, staring at the inside of Kibum’s home with bright-eyed amazement.

The walls were painted a rich mustard, but ivy from the potted plants in the living room crept along the walls and the ceiling, twisting around the banister leading upstairs. Handwoven rugs lined the hall, and Kibum followed him down to the kitchen, both sitting at the counter as Grandma put a kettle on.

“Your house feels like the common room!”

She smiled at Minho as she started making three teabags. “That’s what Kibum said.”

Kibum’s eyes widened when Minho stiffened beside him. He cleared his throat. “When did Jjong’s mom say he’d be done with his guitar lessons?”

“Not sure. I think she said 1 o’clock. Need something, dear?” Kibum glanced over at Minho, who was staring at the icebox.

“I’m really thirsty.” She nodded and moved to get him a glass and fill it from the sink next to the icebox. He drank it in one drink, swallowing thickly. “Would you like more?” she asked as the kettle started to sing.

“I can get it.” He hopped off the chair and went around the counter to pour himself another glass. “Oh, hey, that’s us!” Minho gestured to the polaroids posted on the icebox. He sipped the water and inspected the pictures as Grandma poured their tea behind him. His hand froze in front of one -- at this distance, Kibum couldn’t tell which on it was -- and when Grandma had set their tea on the counter, it was gone and Minho was back in his seat.

Minho started at the sound of the phone ringing, which was rather loud compared to the sound of his mom’s cell phone. Grandma was quick to answer it. “Oh, Sandra, hello!”

Really? Mrs. Prue again? Sighing, Kibum looked over at Minho. “This’ll take a while.”

“Can we take the tea to your room?”

“Oh, yeah! Grab your stuff and I’ll show you where it is.”

Minho followed Kibum to his room, closing the door behind him as soon as he stepped inside. “So, this is it,” Kibum said, gesturing to the small room.

It was a little smaller than Minho’s bedroom, or maybe it just felt that way with how much more stuff Kibum had stuffed in his room. Grandma had charmed the bed to stretch to a queen size, so they could share it instead of making Minho sleep on the very uncomfortable couch downstairs. All along the walls hung the many polaroids from their first two years at school, as well as prints from around the world that Mom took for work. He glanced back at Minho to see his reaction, but found him staring at the polaroid in his hands.

Kibum’s heart sank. If it was the one he took from off the icebox... “I can explain.”

Minho met his eyes, his mouth twisted in a sort of frown. He moved past him to the bed, dropping his backpack at the foot before he sat down. When he tossed the polaroid to the side, Kibum joined him on the bed, picking up the picture. Yup, it was his favorite from his stay in the Hufflepuff dorm, when he was bugging Minho in the common room while he was reading.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna show her any of these,” he said, his voice quiet.

“I...wasn’t planning on it, but...”

“But, what? You couldn’t help it?”

Kibum’s brow furrowed. “Don’t take that tone with me, you don’t understand.”

“Really? I don’t?”

“You’re family aren’t...” He stopped, shutting his mouth quickly. The door downstairs opened and closed, both of them distracted by the noise. Kibum went to his closet door, opening it and nodding for Minho to get inside. His brow furrowed in utter confusion but he stepped inside and Kibum followed him in, mostly closing the door behind him. “I just don’t want us to be overheard.”

“Mm.” For a moment, the only sound in the closet was their quiet breathing, but Minho soon broke the silence. “I know I’m just a Muggle-born -- “

Kibum squeezed his eyes shut. “Minho, I didn’t mean -- “

“ -- so I don’t understand what it means to be a legacy or whatever at Hogwarts, but I do know you.” Kibum opened his eyes, meeting Minho’s gaze. “It’s gotta be eating you up inside, not being truthful with her. How much longer are you gonna put yourself through this...this stress?”

"I...don't know." Sighing, Kibum shook his head. “You...you won’t tell her this week, will you?”

“Of course not.” Kibum slumped back, his head knocking back against the wall. “It’s not my secret to tell. I won’t mention it again once we step outside the closet.”

“Thank you. And Min?” He glanced at him, his eyebrows raising in question. “I’m sorry for even implying that...because you’re Muggle-born...you...”

Minho’s expression softened. “It’s okay, Bummie, I know you didn’t mean it like that.” He opened his arms and pulled Kibum into a hug. “Are we good?” he mumbled into Kibum’s shoulder.

“Yea -- “

Both froze when Kibum’s bedroom door opened. “Ki?” Oh, it was only Jonghyun. “Grandma said you guys would be up...here...” He opened the ajar closet door, looking up at both of them in bewilderment. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

Slowly, Minho dropped his arms from around Kibum and Kibum took a step back. Minho shrugged and shook his head while Kibum said, “You mean you don’t often hug your friends in closets?”

Jonghyun snorted. “Well, I mean, yeah,” he said as he stepped inside the closet to give Kibum and then Minho a quick hug. “So, what's up, guys?”

* - * - *

Minho felt sort of stupid, now.

He had been quite nervous -- and he kept it from Kibum -- about seeing Jonghyun again. They had only seen each other for maybe ten whole minutes last summer, and, yeah they had gotten along for those ten minutes, but he was here for a full week.

Being greeted with a warm smile and hug? Almost totally eradicated his nervousness, which was a relief. After about a minute of him talking about his music lesson, his eyes widened. “Oh my god, I forgot! Follow me!”

Minho glanced at Kibum, who looked equally confused, and they both followed him downstairs and out the door. Jonghyun had the backyard gate open and closed it behind them. “What are we doing, Jj -- “

“Wait, wait!” He called out behind him, and ran through the back door.

“What do you think it is?” Minho whispered.

“Could be either really good or really stupid. Last time it was a kazoo he found in the street.” Minho couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t long before Jonghyun rejoin them outside, a gray and black speckled puppy writhing in his arms in an effort to lick his chin. Kibum gasped, hurrying to meet him and pet the puppy’s head with the tips of her fingers. “I love him.”

“Her.”

“Her. What’s her name?”

“Byulroo.“

Kibum frowned. “Why call her that? It seems rude.”

"We found her in a box on the side of the read on the way home from my lesson. Mom said something like: ‘Oh, that’s really not good,’ and she sorta yipped after that so that’s what I decided to name her.”

Minho held his hand still as she licked his fingers. “She’s so cute.”

“Isn’t she?” Jonghyun grinned up at him before looking back at Byulroo. “You’re so precious. I love you so much.” He cleared his throat, his voice switching from baby-talk to back to normal. “What are we doing today?”

Both Minho and Jonghyun looked at Kibum. “Not sure, but Mom will be home soon and we’re planning on going to Diagon Alley because I need new robes.” He glanced between them. “Other than that, I don’t know.”

“Mind if I come with?”

Kibum looked over at Minho, who gave him the slightest nod. “Sure, if you want, I don’t mind.”

It didn’t take long before Kibum’s mom came home. She found them rather easily, as all three were...loudly giddy at Byulroo’s -- or Roo, as Jonghyun had nicknamed her -- presence. The tiny puppy was soon safely inside with Jonghyun’s mom and sister and the boys were all tucked into the back seat of Kibum’s mom’s car.

On the way to The Leaky Cauldron, Minho and Kibum silently agreed to torment Jonghyun, who had the misfortune of sitting in the middle of the back seat. Kibum kept poking his side, nodding for Minho to do the same after a moment. By the time they reached the pub, Jonghyun had trapped both of their hands in his, tightening his grip when either of them tried to make a move against him.

The lanes between the shops of Diagon Alley were bustling with the back to school crowd, so the boys huddled behind Mrs. Kim as she led them to Madam Malkin’s. When she stepped inside, Kibum turned to them. “Hey, if you want to wait with me, that’s fine, but if you want to look around that’s fine, too.”

Jonghyun patted Minho’s back. “We’ll look around.”

“Meet us at Fortescue’s, I think.”

“Will do.” Kibum nodded, turning around and heading inside. “Do you have all of your school shopping done?” Jonghyun asked once the door swung shut.

“Yeah, Mom and I came once we got the list.”

“Ah.” Both were quiet for a moment. For Minho’s part, he was feeling slightly awkward at being alone with Jonghyun for the first time. It was probably the same for Jonghyun. He stepped back from the stairs as Jonghyun descended them.

“Do...do you miss Hogwarts?” Minho asked as they started walking down the lane.

“Well,” Jonghyun said, drawing out the word. “Yes and no. I wish I could be there with you two because I feel like that’d be so much fun. And I really got along well with Flitwick -- my head of house.”

“Oh, right! Kibum mentioned that you were in Ravenclaw.”

Jonghyun smiled fondly. “Yeah. But I really like Beauxbatons, too. And since I’ve been there longer, it feels more like home than Hogwarts does.”

“Have you learned any French?”

“Oui,” he said with a quick wink, and Minho grinned, turning to hide his slight blush. “My new house is Merprin, which is basically the equivilent of Ravenclaw over there.”

Jonghyun answered any questions Minho had about the differences between the schools as they walked in and out of shops, not paying much mind to which shops they walked into. Much to both their surprise, they were soon assaulted by an overwhelming concoction of perfumes and incense.

“Oh god,” Jonghyun muttered and Minho sneezed twice before the left the shop. “So, that reminds me...one time PJ -- PIerre, one of the roommates I mentioned -- decided to douse Vincent’s pillow in his sister’s perfume.”

“Oh no...”

“Yeah, our room stunk for days, it was bad.”

“I can imagine. One time,” he held back a laugh at the memory. “One time Taemin, one of my friends back in Korea, came to school with a mustache drawn on his face in permanent marker. His older brother did it when he was sleeping.”

“Did he know?”

“Not until second period.”

“Oh my god. Wait...” he stopped, grabbing the sleeve of Minho’s shirt to make him stop, too. “That gives me an idea.” He explained on his way to the ice cream parlor, but it sounded like all they would need to prank Kibum one of these nights was some of Sodam’s new lipstick. “You like chocolate?” Minho nodded, and Jonghyun stepped inside as he gestured for him to wait outside.

Minho settled into one of the chairs, letting out a sigh as he watched the crowd. He spotted Travis and Tanner going into the broomstick shop, but they didn’t see him.

It was nice getting to know Jonghyun. Based on all of Kibum’s stories, he almost sure that he would like him a lot, but he was happy and even relieved that that was turning out to be the case. He searched the lane and soon found Madam Malkin’s shop. As much fun as he was having with Jonghyun, he was looking forward to Kibum’s return.

“Here you go!” Minho looked up at the sound of Jonghyun’s sing-song voice, smiling when he saw the proffered chocolate milkshake.

“Thanks.” Jonghyun sat across from him, sipping happily at his own strawberry milkshake while Minho pulled his straw out and licked the whipped cream off of it before sticking it back in. He glanced over at Jonghyun when he felt his eyes on him, his expression surprisingly sober. “What is it?”

“There’s, uh, something I want to say...and...now that I know you a little better, I think I can.” Minho gulped, dread settling in his chest. Jonghyun continued. “I don’t know how much Kibum has told you about his...well, I don’t want to call it ‘his past’ because that sounds a little weird but that’s what it is. Anyways, I don’t know how much he’s said, but it hasn’t exactly been easy for him.”

“Right.”

“Like,” he paused to drink more of his shake, “He’s moved around a lot and because of that it’s hard for him to keep whatever friendships had. You won’t tell him I told you this -- “ Minho shook his head. “ -- but when he found out that I would be in France during the school year because of my parents' divorce, he cried. Several times, I think.”

“Oh, no...”

“He tried to keep it from me, but the day before I left, he was helping me pack and he started to tear up when he asked me to remember to write to him. Grandma says he has problems with feeling abandoned.”

Minho looked down at his straw before he took a long sip. Maybe that was part of why he kept lying to Grandma about being in Slytherin...because he thought she’d abandon him. It would make sense.

“I’m saying all that to, well, thank you, I guess.”

“Thank me?”

“For being such a great friend to him. God, I can’t tell you how many goddamn letters I’ve gotten where he’s telling me about all the stupid stuff you two do together.” Both of them chuckled, and Minho kept sipping his shake. “He deserves only the best, so I’m glad he has you.”

“And you.”

“Yes, well, that goes without saying.” Minho almost spit his milkshake out and Jonghyun laughed loudly, turning the heads of the people walking into the ice cream parlor.

“What’s so funny?” Kibum asked, Minho jumping at his seemingly sudden reappearance. When neither Minho nor Jonghyun answered immediately, he gestured for Minho to pass him his shake. “Did you guys have fun?” he asked in between sips.

Jonghyun met Minho’s eyes with a smile. “Yeah, we did.”

When they got home, Jonghyun left them to go back to his house. Grandma had dinner practically ready by the time they stepped inside, and Kibum joined her in the kitchen to get the dishes to set the table. Minho straightened his and Kibum’s shoes by the door before he hurried to help him.

Each meal Grandma made during Minho’s visit either reminded him of being back in Korea or being back at Hogwarts.

In the days that followed, Minho and Kibum -- and sometimes Jonghyun -- helped Grandma tend to her backyard garden. The first time Minho saw it, he stood on the porch in awe for a second before Kibum pulled him along with a laugh. It almost looked as though one of the greenhouses at school had been transplanted here in Nottingham.

Apparently, Grandma supplied ingredients to the apothecary in Diagon Alley, which is why Mrs. Prue was over as often as she was since she was one of the healers on staff there.

There were plants there that Minho didn’t recognize, but luckily Grandma sat out on the porch, very much willing to answer any questions he or Kibum may have had while she knitted. Somedays, she let them be, leaving at the appearance of Mrs. Kim.

One day, when Jonghyun was over to help them, Grandma and Mrs. Kim were about to leave. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she told them with a wink.

All three of them nodded, but Kibum waited until the door was closed behind her to say, “Sprout told me a lot of stories. We have more leeway than you might think.”

After dinner most nights, Minho and Kibum took turns showering before they went to bed. Once the lights were out and they were tucked in, they discussed the coming year and how excited they were about the prospect of having different choices for electives.

“I’m thinking about taking Muggle Studies,” Kibum said one night, and Minho hummed in response. “What, don’t you think it’ll be interesting?”

“I mean, probably, but what would I learn from that?”

“True.” He glanced over to where Kibum laid but saw only darkness. “I mean, I guess we don’t have to take the same electives. At least one, I think, if you want.”

“Divination?”

Kibum snorted. “That works. Which other one do you want to take?”

“My dad said I had to take Arithmancy, since that’s the closest one to math which makes it practical.”

“Hm. Good luck with that.”

Minho chuckled. “Thanks.”

One of the nights, closer to the end of Minho’s visit, Jonghyun invited them over to have a camp out in his backyard, complete with the Muggle treats s’mores -- “That’s what they’re called, right?” Minho nodded, amused. Jonghyun’s mom, the other Mrs. Kim, trapped a flame in a jar for them to roast their marshmallows with before she left them to their own devices.

Once the s'mores were eaten and the flame was extinguished, they laid huddled together, reading their fortunes in the stars through the clear ceiling of Jonghyun’s tent. They started out sort of serious, but it soon turned into them concocting the wildest stories for each other just to make the others laugh.

Kibum was the first to fall asleep, his head lolling over to rest on Minho’s shoulder. Minho froze, glancing up at Jonghyun when he pulled a tube of lipstick out of his shorts pocket. He continued to hold still for several minutes, to make sure that Kibum really was asleep, before he nodded. Jonghyun drew all over Kibum’s face as gently as he could, so as to not wake him up, before he passed it over to Minho.

“Your turn.”

Red was streaked all over Kibum’s face, his lips smeared into a terrifying smile. To be quite honest, there really wasn’t anywhere else to draw. Except...Minho carefully uncapped the lipstick with one hand and drew a small circle on the tip of Kibum’s nose.

“Perfect.”

When morning came, Minho was woken to a pillow hitting him in the face. Kibum stood over him, his face and hands stained red in an attempted to clean off the lipstick. The pillow in his hands poised to hit him again. And hit him again it did when Minho burst out laughing.

“It was...Jonghyun’s idea!” he yelled between smacks.

“You swear?”

“I promise.”

Kibum started to turn away, but paused. “Did you draw any of it?”

Minho’s eyes widened and he pointed to the tip of his nose. He half-yelled, half-laughed when Kibum hit him with the pillow again before he ran back inside. Minho quickly wrapped himself up in his blanket, shuffling after him into the house to help him.

Or Jonghyun.

He hadn’t decided yet.

* - * - *

Heat, as well as the smells of pumpkin and warm spices, radiated from the kitchen. Kibum wiped away the sweat on his brow, internally reminding himself that his current discomfort would be worth it, in the end.

It was Minho’s last full day there, so Grandma was giving him a first-hand lesson on how she makes pumpkin pasties.

Kibum turned the page of his book, humming to himself. Really, he wasn’t all that focused on the book -- the page was nothing but a blur of black and white -- he was just trying to distract himself. Looking away from the book and into the kitchen, he saw a very concentrated Minho rolling out the dough, flour dusted across his chin and cheeks and hair.

He smiled to himself as he tried to refocus on his book, only to be distracted again by the front door opening and closing.

Jonghyun dropped into the armchair across from him, the discarded copies of a week’s worth of Daily Prophet’s crinkling beneath him. “Wanna do something?”

“Nah, I’m reading.”

Jonghyun glanced down at the book, smirking. “It’s upside down, genius.”

Kibum blushed to the tips of his ears as he flipped the book right side up. “Don’t you have Roo to play with?”

“Mom took her to get shots or something.”

There came a clatter from the kitchen, and Kibum looked over to find just Grandma standing there. Minho popped up a second later, rolling pin in hand. “Maybe you should just roll it out,” he said.

“No, honey, you’ve got to learn this for yourself.”

Kibum glanced back at Jonghyun before focusing on his book again, only to do a double take and stare at him. His chin was resting on his hands, and he let out a long sigh with a dreamy sort of smile as he fluttered his eyelashes at Kibum.

He blinked once, twice, before he lowered his voice to a whisper. “What the...fuck are you doing?”

“What? Is this not how friends look at each other? With soft adoration?”

Kibum’s face was ablaze, he knew it and he knew Jonghyun could see it, judging by his growing smile. “Soft adoration? Did you learn that in your creative writing class?”

“Maybe so. Doesn’t make it not true for you, though.” Kibum rolled his eyes and went back to re-reading the same sentence for the fifth time.

He made it through a full two pages by the time the pumpkin pasties were ready to eat. Minho brought one in for them both and waited anxiously for them to eat theirs. Kibum ate his quickly, despite it being too warm, savoring it as much as he could.

“This turned out really good. Good job, Min,” Jonghyun said before he directed a pointed stare at Kibum.

“Yeah,” Kibum said, clearing his throat. “Really good.”

Minho beamed at them both, and Kibum looked back down at his book with a sigh.

The next day dawned too soon, taking Minho away on the early morning train. Kibum stared out the window of the Knight Bus. “See you soon!” Minho had said when he let him go before he started to walk away.

“Yeah, in five weeks.”

Minho turned back around, his smile reaching his eyes. “That’s still soon.”

Kibum imagined the blur of the scenery was the train that Minho was on, and he couldn’t help but wish that they lived a little closer. Regardless, school would be here before he knew it, so he might as well enjoy the rest of summer while it lasted.

* - * - *

A/N: Guess what today is?? It's a year since I posted the very first chapter of this fic! Which is crazy to think about. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter ^^

#minkey #shinee fic #shineefics #shinee au #shinee #hogwarts!minkey au #ff: by my side #my writing #mine #and so begins Kibum and Minseok's 'you love Minho too so you're acceptable in my eyes' friendship #Minseok pouring ice water on Minho? a legit way i woke up my little brother #(he snapped my eyelids until i woke up the day before so....payback's a bitch mf'er)#ye that's right they're watching Shrek sue me (pls don't)#it's comedy gold and an international treasure #the Choi family dynamics are fascinating to me #this will be fun #also Minseok has done nothing wrong ever in his life ever i love him #Miyasaki is absolutely and inspiration to me and I love him and his work #which is why i mention Ghibli films so often in fics lol #but straight up.....ye he was a wizard he absolutely went to the Japanese wizarding school #me: i'm not looking forward to writing this argument (about Kibum lying about Slytherin)#also me: yeah so it's more of a mild and brief disagreement because even in fiction you can't handle confrontation #lmao #btw @ Megan: whenever they call each other 'buddy' they're calling each other 'chingu' in Korean...i might write it in at some point but ye #I hope I did Jonghyun justice #okay so not perfect as always and it's so fucking long #so sorry but i'm tired and tired of looking at it so here you go lol #idk it just feels slightly rushed to me but hopefully y'all enjoyed it

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She’s Testosterone 3 [Finale] 1/2

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Words: 14.9k Genre: 49% Crack, 40% Fluff, 10% Smut, 1% Angst. Gender Bender!Au Summary: Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji? Warnings: Swearing, blowjob (rofl) and wet dreams.

Disclaimer: Includes cross-dressing as the opposite gender. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised.

No.

When did this happen? How did it become like this?

Your best friend is under you, half naked and exposed, chest rising and lips swollen.

The love of your life is standing at the door, mouth wide open and expressionless, stunned shock like a statue, unable to register what’s happening in front of him. His blank eyes read ‘ERROR’.

You urgently peel yourself off the warm body that your own aches for. And you try to cover up your own bare skin with your hands. “Ji-Jimin!”

His eyes flicker down to Yoonji, or what should be Yoonji. There’s a long ten seconds of absolute silence, where all three people are staring at each other, at a loss of what to say.

Then, Jimin suddenly books it down the hall.

“Jimin!” You chase after him, leaving the room but it’s empty. He’s gone. “Oh my god.”

Yoongi chuckles, plopping back down onto your bed with his head hitting your warm bedsheets. With the incident of Jimin barging into the room unannounced, the member in his pants softened immediately. He wouldn’t be able to get it back up if he wanted to.

Now, he’s left staring at the ceiling and he laughs some more, not from mirth or the hilariousness of the situation but the absurdity. “What now?”

When did this happen? When did it become like this?

A few months ago, you entered this college as an innocent bystander who just wanted to conquer obstacles and make it to success. The person you met that’s now lying on your bed, still half-naked, was your roommate. Since when did you become so attracted for that friend and since when did you feel like you were being pulled in a hundred different directions?

“I don’t know.”

Where did those days go?

[Several Months Ago]

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Excuse me! Sorry…” A few girls gasp before moving away, steering clear of you. You’re sure your entire face is beet red from drawing so much attention and ruining your first impressions with these people you’ll be neighbors with but it’s also due to the fact that you’re lifting three cardboard boxes, all stacked in front of each other and tipping like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

You can’t even see properly, your full view is obstructed and your cheek is smushed against the surface of the box. Though, you manage to find the correct room, luckily being able to nudge the door open with your foot. “There we go!”

After setting down the stack and merrily humming a song you heard from the radio, you bend over to pick up one of your many cardboard boxes up. The room is empty, a bit small but manageable. There are two beds on each side against the wall, a mere two strides distance from each other. It was orientation day, the same day that you were moving in. You haven’t met your roommate yet but you were super excited to!

You’re certain that the two of you would be the bestest friends ever-

“Ahem.” Someone clears their throat in the room and you jolt, letting a surprised yelp out. When you lower the box…..you’re met with the most gorgeous person ever.

Your breath hitches as your eyes run over your roommate...your stunning roommate. There’s an air of exuding confidence, a strong aura that makes your knees weak. It’s as if she knows everyone in her wake will crumble to their knees and worship her - she’s not wrong.

Your new roommate is attractive, so much so that you’re left ogling at her pretty, long legs that’s covered in black stockings. She has a bob haircut, silk strands of black hair with bangs dusting along her forehead. Below the cocked eyebrow, long lashes and rounded cheeks is pouted lips. The person’s skin is so clear that you’re jealous. And despite the intimidating and menacing visage of aloofness, it’s innocence. Your roommate looks adorable, like a teddy bear.

You fight the urge to run over and envelop her in an embrace.

“You’re drooling.”

“Crap! Sorry! I-I mean-....” You hastily wipe your mouth with your sleeve. “I mean- hi.”

“Hi.” She darts her eyes back down to the magazine, flipping through the pages of high end brands. Her legs are crossed and she appears apathetic to your arrival.

You swallow hard as you nervously and awkwardly linger. While ignoring the frightening atmosphere, you muster your most cheerful smile. “My name is Y/N! You must be-”

“Yoonji.”

Before you arrived at the dormitory, you already made yourself promise….you were going to become good friends with your roommate. You weren’t just going to co-exist quietly and leave the other alone, at least not when the interaction was going to be so high. You were going to be millimeters away from this girl for tens of hours at a time. The last thing you wanted was to be on bad terms with someone that was going to be so close by. This wasn’t going to be a repeat of high school and your deskmate, the girl who made you feel uncomfortable day in and day out.

If you made friends with your roommate - how much fun would that be?

The two of you could braid each other’s hair, study together and talk about your innermost secrets. It would be like a sleepover every night!

Except, this isn’t how you expected it to go. “I-I...I didn’t see you there! You really startled me. When I came here earlier, the room was empty so I thought you hadn’t arrived yet but I guess I was wrong! It’s funny how easily someone can become-”

As you’re stuttering and rambling like your tongue’s caught on fire, you don’t notice the box by your foot. Yoonji doesn’t say anything, rather amused as she watches you scatter forward, tripping over it like you’re doing a slapstick skit. “WOAH-!”

The box in your arms goes flying in the sky and the top opens, spilling out condoms like it’s raining. The cardboard tumbles to the floor, bouncing once before it slides a few centimeters and stills. But it’s landed in the sea of wrappers, the box of a hundred condoms poured with it.

Your mouth has fallen with the items onto the floor. Yoonji stares at the ground. She muffles a giggle behind her hand. You’re mortified.

“I-I….I can explain!” You drop down, collecting the wrappers by the armful, trying to hide the humiliation and the intense tomato shade of your face. “It’s my parents!”

“Wait!” You backtrack, throwing the condoms back into the box again and then seizing them by handfuls. “I mean they're from my parents not for my parents. God….now I can’t get that image out of my mind but no they-...they just want me to be prepared. I swear, they’re really good people!”

“Uh-huh.”

“My mom knows how college can be and we talked about safety before I left and so-”

You’re interrupted when Yoonji gets up, takes one single step and squats down. In the sea of new condoms, she picks one up with two of her fingers, chin resting in her hand and arm propped on her knee. The pretty girl gives an even prettier smirk and she steals the condom.

“Might need it for later.” Her smirk grows and she gets up to the door. “Have fun using them all.”

“I’m not going to use them all! Wait-!” But by then, the door has shut and you’re left alone, collapsing with your butt hitting the carpet.

Great.

Not only did you fail at making a good impression, now she probably thinks you’re an idiot.

You hold your face in your hands, attempting to stop your bottom lip from trembling, cursing in your head to not cry. Little did you know, that one day these condoms would all be used by Yoonji….with you.

[Present Day]

You can still remember what happened after you met your roommate.

You lost your way around and ended up running into her. It was a bit awkward, following her around campus like a puppy but she didn’t even say anything to you, much less acknowledge your existence. You tried to make amends and fix damaged first impressions by giving her cookies you had baked but she told you to “leave me the fuck alone, hoe.”

In the few days that passed after that, you were having a hard time. Being far away from family and homesick, Yoonji put a snack on your bedside table while you were sleeping. And when you woke up, she asked if you were okay. That was when you knew...behind the hard exterior, it was an endless land of softness. You knew then and a thousand times after that…

The two of you would become the greatest friends.

“Who would want to become friends with a loser like you?” She grumbled, trying to peel your arms that were wrapped around her own limb.

“Aww…” You pouted at her, sniffling and resting your cheek on her taller shoulder. “Don’t be like that, Yoonji. I know you love me.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”

Now things have changed. Very much so. As you gaze upon the person by your side who is both your closest friend and the person you yearn for the most, you aren’t sure what you feel.

It’s still all so sudden. The hollows of Yoonji are still there; the intimidating air, the rounded cheeks and the long lashes, the innocence and pouted lips, the urge to cling and latch on haven’t dissipated either.

But it’s also Yoongi. Someone with calloused fingers and strong hands, a smirk like none other, raspy timbre and deep voice as if he were intoxicated and your desire...the attraction is undying. It seeps into your skin, crying out as if you were an animal in heat or some horny teenager.

Between the solid friendship and the blossoming love affair, you’re left in the middle, utterly confused.

“Do you think this will really work?”

“I don’t know.” He answers in sincerity as the two of you peek into the coffee shop, finding Jimin already seated at a table. Yoongi tugs on his skirt and tucks the strands of his wig behind his ear. “Let’s just give it our best shot.”

The tiny bell chimes as the door is pushed open.

“Hi, Jimin!” You wave at him with a bright beam.

Jimin darts his head over and his eyes broaden at the sight of Yoonji or at least what should be her. He even stands up, grinning wider as he scampers over, pulling out the chair for your roommate. “Lovely day, isn’t it, Jimin?”

“Yes, it is.” He plops back down and you take a seat next to your friend. Jimin never ceases his fond smile or stops staring at Yoonji, the braid in her hair to her glossy lips. Jimin was simply happy to be called out by her. Yet, there’s a smidgen of hesitance within his expression.

“I heard you met my brother.” Yoongi speaks in a sweeter voice, sparing a smile before she makes an order for an espresso and a sweetened cappuccino for you.

He blinks twice, “your brother?”

There’s no way he’ll buy into this. It’s a terrible lie.

“Yup.” Your roommate pops the ‘p’, leaning back in the seat in exhaustion. “We’re fraternal twins.”

Your eyes shut tight, fists in your lap. There’s no way he’ll believe this. Jimin’s going to find out. And once he does, everything will become exposed. Not only will Yoongi be punished and potentially thrown out, you’ll lose the person you care about the most. It’s a terrible lie.

Without warning, you feel warmth. There’s soft skin touching and easing your clenched fists. Yoongi’s snuck his own hand underneath the table and into your lap, relaxing your anxiousness, lacing your fingers through his. Your breath hitches in your throat and then you melt, loosening the tension in your shoulders.

Sneaking a peek at him, he still remains with a calm exterior, pretty features that you admire since the first day. The information sinks into Jimin’s skin and you redirect your irises to him, observing if he’ll buy into it. And he does.

“Wow! That’s amazing!” His eyes twinkle and his grin swells. “I didn’t know you had a brother, much less a twin, Yoonji!”

Of course - anything that Yoonji would say, Jimin would automatically hang onto every single dripping syllable. The recognition of this fact dawns sorrow inside your chest.

Yoongi smirks and shrugs nonchalantly. “He was just visiting today. Goes to another school.”

“So that must mean…” For the first time since the conversation started, Jimin looks directly at you. You automatically sit taller with a smile, gleaming back at him. His next words sends an arrow straight through your heart - one that’s not from cupid’s bow. “You’re in a relationship with Yoonji’s brother, Y/N?!”

“I’m-”

Yoongi harshly tugs on your hand and you yelp, becoming silenced.

“Wow! I didn’t know you were seeing someone. But that’s great, Y/N. I fully support it. You two looked like you were close!” Jimin gives you a huge thumbs up, nodding along and giving you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. Your heart would usually race with the moon crescent eyes and the drawn lips but this time it hurts.

You pout and lower your head. Yoongi beside you sighs helplessly, watching you like you’re a disappointed puppy.

Jimin leans closer to Yoonji, staring right up at her. “I would love to hear more about your family!”

“I’m busy-”

“How about Saturday?” His enormous orbs twinkle and he doesn’t realize that he’s cut off the other. “I can take you out and we could grab a bite to eat!”

You turn your head up at your friend, wholly envious with the offer. If you were in those shoes, you’d jump over the table, grab Jimin’s hands and say ‘yes’ a million times over until your voice would give out. You’d jump and dance and celebrate.

Unfortunately, Yoongi misinterprets your glassy eyes and envy as coaxing to accept the offer since the boy was so understanding and believed the lie too easily. Yoongi practically smashes his head against the table as he exhales lethargically. “Fineee…”

Jimin almost breaks his face with his humongous smile.

You scream inside your head. It’s gone. It’s destroyed and there’s zero chances of recovering….

Your chances with the love of your life is ruined!

You’ve never been a secretive person. Hence, holding onto Yoongi’s most classified information on who he truly is was already quite a feat for you. Unfortunately, your emotions were still written all over your face, an open book for others to see your innermost dilemmas and struggles.

Today isn’t a different day from the usual.

“You...” When you lift your head up from your arms folded on top of the table, you find Kim Taehyung plopping down across, onto the other bench. “What’s wrong with you?”

Taehyung is the resident genius….in the land of the idiots, so really, he might be of average intelligence. There’s a saying out there on big fishes in a small pond or a small fishes in a big pond - Taehyung’s a normal sized fish in a fishtank of tadpoles.

But besides questioning his brilliant reputation, his lensless glasses that you have a thousand inquiries about and the brown mop of hair on his head, he looks quite concerned.

“Jimin…” You sniff out, deciding to confide in him. “He’s going on a date with Yoonji!”

“What?!” The boy slams his fist against the table, startling you. “Dammit! That Jimin making moves when I’m not around and stuck in the laboratory.”

Yoonji is the heartthrob of the institution. Despite the sharp tongue, bitchy expressions and disinterested nature, your roommate is someone that everyone swoons for. People either adore her, respect her or what to be her. There’s no in between. In this aspect, things haven’t really changed.

“I have to do something.” Taehyung mutters, ripping off his thick black frames. Then, he slides the glassless spectacles back onto his face. “I can’t just sit here waiting for Jimin to take her away. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I wasn’t on the other side of the wedding aisle but he was.”

You whimper, slowly nodding. There’s a vision that flashes beneath your eyelids; one where you’re draped in the most beautiful white gown, a wedding dress that’s shimmers in chandelier lights. A smile slips onto your lips when you lift your head and you find Jimin. He’s standing at the alter in a crisp suit, his hair cutely ruffled in chocolate shaded locks, gazing onto you in absolute fondness with his moon crescent smile. This is it. Your biggest dream has come true. But then-

The person who was walking you down the aisle lets go, only to be joined on the other side of the alter. You’re standing stunned, mouth dropping as the music quiets down. And Jimin wasn’t staring at you - he was staring at Yoongi! Your best friend betrays you once more, a piercing stab to your backside as he takes Jimin’s hand and the two join in matrimony.

“NO!”

Your daydream shatters with your wailing cry. A few people look over at you but you don’t notice when your hands are covering your face. You can’t let Yoongi take Jimin. Even if one day Jimin finds the truth, you’ll have no doubts that Yoongi would be able to charm the socks off of him, as a male or female or anything in between. Yoongi simply has that power of attraction, an unbeatable one that snakes around its victims. You can’t let that happen! THIS IS WAR!

“A-are you okay?” Taehyung asks for the second time, surprised at your sudden outburst.

Friendships aside. The rule of sisters before misters, bros before hoes have been discarded. You have to look out for yourself first and foremost. And if you want something, you won’t just wait until it comes to you. You have to go out and get it!

“Let’s do it.” You assert with the most confidence you’ve ever shown. “You’re right. We can’t let this opportunity slip by. One date will lead to three more and then ten and then twenty. Do you really want to watch them get together?! I don’t.”

“You’re very passionate about this, Y/N.” Taehyung muses with a pout, then he smirks and juts out his hand. You clasp his palm immediately, the two of you shaking it firmly without darting your eyes elsewhere. “Deal. Let’s do this together.”

Thus, the anti-ship of Jimin and Yoonji alliance is established.

“Are you sure this will work?” You’re cowering down in some bushes and shrubs, ignoring the people who shoot odd looks as they’re passing by. There’s an earbud in your left ear, sharing the other with him as the binoculars push against your eye sockets.

“Hey mom!” A kid shouts, pointing to you and Taehyung. “What are those people-?”

“Shush.” The mother pulls her along. “Don’t look at them.”

On any normal day, you’d feel embarrassed but the stakes are too high to feel shame.

Taehyung sports a telescope and he hums at the back of his throat. “Who do you think I am? Of course it’ll work. It wasn’t hard putting a bug and tracker on Jimin either. The poor thing was so jittery this morning.”

You frown, wondering what it would be like if Jimin was nervous for you. “What are they doing?” The lenses focuses and your finger presses against the side of the binocular, snapping a shot into the memory card.

Maybe Taehyung really was a genius after all. When you both discussed plans, he leant out his technology and now you were dressed from head to toe in it. Aside from the refined binoculars, the gps trackers, the bug and the telescope, he had a fanny pack on with other mysterious tools.

“They’re moving!” Taehyung grabs onto your wrist, forcing you to stand and follow.

Urgently, the pair of you slide black sunglasses onto your face, despite it being a cloudy day. You and Taehyung look like you’re wearing matching couple outfits, identical black trench coats, jeans and fedoras; adding to the investigative feel and overall aesthetic. It’s supposed to be a disguise, make you blend into the crowds walking on the paved sidewalks but you question if it’s merely adding more suspicion.

You brush away any doubts, closing in on Jimin and Yoongi dressed as Yoonji. They enter a cute corner store, grabbing lunch together and you inhale a sharp breath, entering after three minutes. Taehyung picks a seat in a booth, getting a good view of the couple while still hidden away in the corner.

“What do you like to eat, Yoonji? I’ll treat you to anything you want!”

“Whatever is fine.” Your roommate is slumped downwards, lazily resting his chin in his hand, arm propped up on the table. It’s a terribly unladylike posture and you cringe at how he’s manspreading again when he’s wearing a skirt.

“Okay.” Jimin still remains in a chipper mood, lolling his head to one side as he studies the menu. “How about a sandwich with a side of fries and I’ll get a burger with coleslaw. If anything we can share?”

Yoongi yawns, saliva dripping from his mouth. He doesn’t even wipe it away. “Fine.”

Jimin’s grin widens at the validation regardless of the indifferent tone. He calls upon the waitress and makes the order. “Damn. Yoonji’s so hot.” Taehyung mutters and you solemnly agree. Even seated on the chair with the light basking in through the windows, your best friend looks like a painting.

Strands of black hair as dark as night reminiscent to that of Snow White, pink lips puckered into a small pout that’s glossed over with your lipstick stain product, a chickadee yellow dress stolen from your closet and brown leather jacket to pair with the ankle boots and knee-length stockings. Half of the things Yoongi’s wearing were stolen from you but you wouldn’t look half as good as he does. It somehow hurts your pride as a woman, making you seethe in your seat.

“You’re mumbling again.” Taehyung smiles at you, nudging your foot under the table.

“Oh.” You blink hard, catching yourself. “Sorry.”

“Hi, what would you like to order?” A waiter saunters up and when Taehyung looks at you, you only shrug, eyes pinned onto Jimin.

“We’ll both take the house special with soup.” Taehyung replies charmingly and the waiter scribbles it down before answering that it’s a good choice and should only take five minutes.

“I’m glad we’re in this together.” You tell him, realizing you’ve had to shoulder the burden of Yoongi’s secret alone. But at the very least, you had Taehyung with you now. Even if he isn’t that helpful, the two of you have similar goals in mind and work well together.

“Same here. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even know that Jimin was doing this. So, thanks Y/N.” He smiles at you and you feel a warm heat immersing your cheeks as you nod at him.

“By the way...those glasses of yours. Since when have you been wearing them?”

“Since I was born.” He replies shortly, instantly freezing up and sitting straight at your query regarding his spectacles.

“Why don’t they have anything-”

“I think our food’s coming out!” He changes the topic but the waitress turns the corner instead of waltzing to your table. He laughs awkwardly, swallowing hard and looking at you again. You scoff lightly, wondering why he was so strange.

The soup does eventually come out and for a good second, you forget that you’re watching Yoongi with Jimin. You get lost creating secret codes and signals with Taehyung, an intricate set of high fives and handshakes as your new greeting, giggling at his silly antics and how clumsy and silly he can be despite his title of brilliance. The food warms up your tummy and makes you even more giddy.

“Oh my god.” Your eyes enlarge and you point past him.

Taehyung turns around and gasps. “Where did they go?!”

Luckily, he had thought first and immediately pulled out a gadget to read their location. He ended up paying the bill in spite of your insistence that you could pay your own part but there wasn’t much time to argue when you were rushing out.

“The-” You suck in a huge breath of air, hyperventilating from the run. Taehyung’s in an identical condition, hands on his knees, hunched over to breathe. He takes off his glasses, wiping the sides before sliding them back on. “The movie tickets are on me.”

The audacity! The two of them decided to go see a movie, curl up together in close seats and in a shadowy theater. It’s a romcom movie no less, full of cringey and cheesy lines that can make anyone feel weak in their knees. You’re sure Jimin had picked it since Yoongi wouldn’t care for such a thing.

The sunglasses are still on your face and you manage to spot the couple smack dab in the middle of the rows, sharing a bucket of popcorn - though it seemed Yoongi was stuffing his face more violently, not caring about the butter smearing all over his coral cheeks.

You nearly trip over the stairs. “I can’t see.”

After your sharp whisper, barely heard over the commercials playing on the screen, Taehyung takes your hand into his. His palm and fingers are much larger than yours, engulfing it in warmth as opposed to the matching fit of Yoongi’s hand. While Taehyung has a bigger size and his skin feels softer, Yoongi’s is more secure and a rougher texture, calloused fingertips that you distinctly remember.

You don’t get to dwell as Taehyung leads you up to sit at the back of the rows. “Can you hear them?” He gently presses the earbud into your ear and as you tune in, concentrating with all your might, you can only hear the booming of the infomercials.

“I can’t.”

He sighs and then shrugs. “Oh well.”

As the both of you try your best to watch Jimin and Yoonji, tilting your heads and describing the different things you see based on your angles, you soon settle in when the movie begins.

It’s not bad. A tale about two people from different backgrounds, sharing a rendezvous from a chance encounter and their story of falling in love, going through trials and errors. The movie isn’t spectacular or completely fresh since it’s things you’ve seen before but it’s not terrible enough to make you lose attention or focus or make you bored. “Are you okay?”

Taehyung abruptly leaning in makes you turn to him. He peels off his trench coat and then drapes you in it. A whole new layer is added and you didn’t realize that you were shivering from the intense air conditioner.

“Thanks.” You open it up more, also leaning closer. “We can share.”

He nods and huddles with you, draping the fabric like a blanket. The two of you focusing back on the movie as the main character screams out for her lover. “Don’t leave me! Please! I love you! Come back!”

It ends before you become aware of it.

“Not bad.” He muses. “I’ve seen worse.”

“Yeah, I actually really liked the part where she was the one who proposed to him on the balcony. It was just so romantic- whoa!”

You’re pulled off to the side behind a plant. Taehyung points to the entrance of the theater where Jimin and Yoonji are standing. “Look!”

You gasp. No. It can’t be. It can’t!

It almost looks as if Jimin….as if Jimin will…...like he’s going to….kiss Yoonji?!

All the senses in your body are tingling and not because you’re pulled against Taehyung but because there’s a thousand urges that scream out for you to lunge forward, interrupt and intercept the situation before the deal is sealed. But your feet are grounded and your limbs turn into stone. Taehyung shares a similar state as you. The pair of you are paralyzed.

“I really enjoyed today.” Jimin smiles so splendidly it shines like the sun, challenging the moon that hangs above the darkened sky. “I would love to do it again sometime, Yoonji!”

“Uh-huh.”

Right as Jimin’s eyes flicker to the other’s lips and he leans in…

You yelp softly. Taehyung shuts his eyes.

Yoongi slaps his hand over Jimin’s mouth, cupping his lips and shielding them away.

“Maybe some other time, Jimin.” He says in his sickeningly sweet and high pitched voice, tilting his head to the side. Jimin doesn’t even look hurt from the rejection, nodding enthusiastically at the honey dripping syllables.

“Okay!”

You feel like you can finally breathe again.

When the door opens, you put on your best smile, pretending that you were in the room all evening and night, catching up on some light reading. “Hey there, sunshine!”

You giggle as Yoongi slams the door with the back of his foot. He looks like the Yoonji you know, all dolled up and pretty but in one minute, it’s turned into Yoongi. He throws off his boots, crashes on the bed and peels off his stockings, ripping off the wig. “Hey.”

“Bad day?”

Sure. Your best friend turned into your love rival. But at the end of the day, Yoonji….and Yoongi would forever remain your friend and roommate. In any shape or form, anything else doesn’t matter. You still deeply care for this person, this individual that you cherish.

“Yeah.”

The magazine in your hands is closed, chucked onto the nightstand table in between your beds and you flip onto your stomach, watching him with your head on your folded arms. “How was your date with Jimin? Was it good? Perfect? Wonderful?”

You wanted to know what Yoongi truly thought about the date. It was one thing to follow them and listen in on their conversations but the mind could be intricate. You could never tell what your roommate was thinking about anyways. It did make you a bit uneasy to think about Yoongi falling for Jimin….if your best friend suddenly saw what you did; how cute and reliable and adorable the other boy was. But the uneasiness doesn’t stem from Jimin’s single status being taken away. The feeling has no relation to Jimin as a matter of fact...you can’t pinpoint why….

“Pft.” He stretches his arms before grabbing a change of clothing from the wardrobe. “Did you want to join us?”

“I-” You clear your throat, not wanting to stutter and make it suspicious. If it was anyone who could read you, Yoongi could and one measly hint would unravel it all. “I just want to know if he bought the lie of course. No other reasons.”

You still feel bad for lying to Jimin. Deceiving such an innocent...sweet...naive boy. It felt like you were committing the most heinous sin of all. “The idiot believed it alright.”

Your body rolls to face the wall when he begins stripping out of the bright dress. Your eyes flutter closed and a heat emerges when you hear the fabric drop down in a smooth motion. The thought of his nakedness being sheer millimeters away made you nervous. Ever since you kissed him and Jimin barged in, you both hadn’t spoken about the incident.

Sometimes you can’t help but wonder…

If you weren’t interrupted, how far would you two have gone?

“Hey. Who’s trench coat is this?”

When you look over, Yoongi’s in his pajamas, blue shorts and white shirt. Two of his fingers are pinching at the sleeve, the coat hanging off your desk chair. You gasp, having accidentally forgotten to give it back to Taehyung or hiding it away from Yoongi.

“That’s…” You decide to be honest, having a hard time keeping up with so many lies. “...Taehyung’s. I forgot to give it back to him. He gave it to me since I was a bit cold.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you hung out with him.”

“Actually, today I did.” It didn’t occur how close you had gotten to him in the past twenty four hours. Before today, the most contact you had with Taehyung was sharing lunch together with the others on the occasion he passed by and saw Yoonji, trying to chat her up.

“He’s actually quite nice.” You hum out, now off to your dreamland as your lips tumble out your ramblings. “I thought he was a weirdo before...kind of strange since you know his glasses are weird. They don’t have any lenses….Oh! And I tried asking him about it but he avoided the topic...Taehyung’s actually quite nice. I guess he’s the top student for a reason. But yeah, I spent the entire day with him.”

“Like a date?”

“Hmmm…” Now that you think about it, it was kind of like a date. You went to have lunch with him, talked to him and had a ton of fun conversing with the boy. You even went to the movies and he sent you home, hugging you before he left. “I don’t know.”

“Huh.”

You don’t notice Yoongi’s left eye twitching. When he throws the trench coat to the ground and stomps on it and you yell at him, he says it was an accident and brushes it off. You don’t realize that his steps are stomps, that the bathroom door closes harder than it should. When he finishes washing up, he flickers off the light without any warning.

“I’m not done reading.” You whine with an unseen pout. The sound of covers are heard as Yoongi curls up under his sheets.

“Too bad. I’m going to bed.”

You sigh, curling your cold toes together as you watch the lump on the mattress across from you. “Feel better, Yoongi. You did a very good job today. I’m proud of you.”

He makes a strangled and exhausted noise. You go to sleep with a smile on your face.

An hour later, Yoongi throws the covers off of himself, having sweated profusely under them. He glares at your profile, the peacefulness of your expression and the rise and fall of your chest, snores leaving them. The moonlight streams in from the window, making your skin glow.

His eyes flicker to the coat and he scowls like a cat annoyed to no end.

Yoongi pulls the blankets up again. He’s only sure of two things.

One: He won’t be able to catch a wink of sleep tonight. Two: You’re going to be the death of him.

“Isn’t the amusement park so great, Yoonji?!” Jimin jumps up and down like an excited child, the mouse ears on his newly purchased hat flops up and down. His grin is wide and radiant, cheeks gleaming pink. “I’m so glad you decided to come with me.”

“Uh-huh.” As their hands accidentally brush each other’s and Jimin attempts to slyly hold hands, Yoongi loses his mind and withdraws, coughing to clear his throat and crossing his arms, completely out of reach for the other.

Jimin smiles and puts his hand into his pockets instead. “Should we go onto a roller coaster? Oh! What about the log ride?!”

The amusement park is lovely at night. The twinkling lights sparkles and creates a mosaic of carnival red and royal blue hues. The scent of caramel kettle corn and caramel apples, corn dogs and funnel cakes fill the warm air. There are spinning and rotating rides, distant screams heard from them and all around are lovers holding hands, children running between crowds with childish laughter.

Yoongi hates it.

All he wants to do is curl up in his bed, slip between toasty covers, poke his eyes out….to stare at you across the room. But at the moment, he’s with Park Jimin. The annoying kid who never stops smiling but Yoongi has to admit, he’s tenacious. Annoyingly so, to the point where Yoongi couldn’t do anything but accept the date request after being pestered for three days in a row.

Yoongi’s also not very fond of rollercoasters and rides. The adrenaline never did much for him but makes him feel slightly queasy.

“Please keep all your hands and feet in! Your safety is our biggest concern!” A chirpy employee wearing an LED neon headband motions with all her energy. She grins and waves as the long boat jolts, beginning to take off. “Enjoy the ride everybody!”

With the blind enthusiasm and cuteness of the employee, Yoongi’s reminded of you.

He grimaces pondering what you’re doing at this moment. What if you were the one beside him instead? Would he hate it so much then?

“Are you ready? Woo! This is going to be so much fun!” Jimin lifts up his arms, the both of them are inclined backwards as the boat rides up the slope. Some water sloshes inside and Yoongi winces at the coldness. No one in the amusement park is as miserable as he is. Yoongi’s positive, especially when the numerous people behind him are shouting for joy and excitement.

His stomach lurches when there’s a tiny fall and Jimin screams even louder with the people behind. The boat rushes straight forward and the wind slaps him across his face, making him blink several times. There are more dips here and there, letting the butterflies flutter in his abdomen. Yoongi’s thanking the heavens that he didn’t decide to eat a heavy lunch earlier.

The boat slows down considerably as it turns a few rounded corners. Then, it makes a full stop in front of the first smaller drop. Yoongi gulps, apprehensive as he looks down at the fifty feet descent. He wonders why the hell Jimin and him are seated at the very front. “Woo! This is amazing!” Jimin shouts and Yoongi has no choice but to lift his hand to his head, pressing down his bob wig to his scalp…..and then the boat tumbles down.

The screams that threaten to pull out of his lungs like the tens of people behind him screeching in delight are instead stuck in his throat. Yoongi opens his mouth, stunned shock and trying to recover. The water had splashed him, making his knees completely wet. But what’s even more appalling…..is that a certain scream sounded like it was coming from you-

“One more to go!” Jimin whips up his arms into the air, embracing the rush. The boat is finished climbing a massive hill and it halts at the top of the edge, wobbling at the very tip.

It’s the last drop. Twice in size from the first one. A hundred feet. From the view at the top, it looks like a straight ninety degree fall. “Fuck!”

Yoongi holds his wig to his head, screaming at the top of his lungs. The others behind him shout too and Jimin giggles. The boat finally tips over and it plunges downwards with all the forces of gravity. The camera snaps a blinding flash. The water splashes like the most intense shower, a waterfall no less. Yoongi’s voice raises to the highest possible pitch. Jimin is still laughing like a maniac. The ride is finally over.

Yoongi feels like his soul’s left his body.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Jimin skips about, crescent eyes paired with his lopsided lips. “Let’s look at the picture, Yoonji!” He pulls the other over and the two wait by the screen, photos passing by at the booth. “Oh! That’s us.”

He lays his eyes on the snapshot, not altering his impassive expression despite realizing how horrible he looks - mouth half open and one of his eyelids closed, wind smacking across the skin of his cheeks, hands hanging onto his fake hair like it's a hat. Jimin, on the other hand, looks delighted with his arms in the air.

What catches Yoongi's attention, however, is a pair sitting towards the back. The male is wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, looking highly suspicious with his boxy grin. The companion beside the male is visibly shrieking...sunglasses flying off and into the air, revealing half of their face.

“Y/N?” He suddenly turns around, lifting a brow. The glare of the monitor from the fairy lights had revealed the reflection of two figures walking by.

You freeze, neck craning over. “Y-Y….Yoonji?”

Taehyung is seen nervously swallowing and then he bursts out in laughter, ripping off the dark spectacles. “What a coincidence!” Didn't know you guys were here on a date! Nope...totally had no knowledge of it whatsoever.”

You want to facepalm at how obvious he's making it, an even worse of a liar than you are. “Wow! It is a coincidence!” Jimin seems to buy into like the angel that he is, unable to comprehend why anyone would want to deceive him. “Are you two on a date too? Oh, but Y/N...what about Yoongi?”

Jimin glances over to your best friend upon mentioning the supposed ‘brother’.

Yoongi dressed as Yoonji, crosses his arms. He looks completely unimpressed and you wither under the glare. “Yeah, Y/N. What. about. Yoongi?.”

You laugh stiffly. “This is just a hangout...right, Taehyung?”

The boy in question simply blinks at you. “Who’s Yoongi?”

A sigh leaves your parted lips. “It's complicated.”

“Well, now that you’re here! You could join us! Like a double date?” Yoongi unexpectedly sparks up in a springy and light tone. He leans onto Jimin, grabbing his arm and pouting cutely at him. “That’s okay, right, Jimin?”

“O...oh yeah!” He’s immediately flustered by the unusual affection of Yoonji. “That’s fine.”

Taehyung shrugs in affirmation. “Sure, why not?”

You’re the last to answer, giving a small laugh but not much can be done when Yoongi grabs your hand and smiles like he’s your girl bff of twenty years when in reality his grasp is an iron vice. “Let’s go!”

The bumper cars are next and he is absolutely merciless.

Jimin is having a good old time, laughing his head off in his own little world, wincing and giggling when someone bumps into him. He sports a red adorable car and you try to follow him but he’s too fast and skilled, easily turning the vehicle to maximize his playing time. Taehyung is in a similar state of bliss, except he’s more concentrated on beating others, zipping through the arena.

On the contrary, you’re suffering greatly. “Stop bumping into me!”

Your scream only makes Yoongi bump into you again. “That’s the game, Y/N! How can I stop?” And his grin is menacing, as if pouring out all his rage and anger onto you.

Min Yoongi is a parasite you can’t get rid of. He follows you, attacking at any given chance, ignoring the other players and children, devoted solely into hitting you with his lime green convertible. Eventually, you’ve become cornered, backwards from the direction you’re supposed to be in, facing Yoongi and his smirk. He soon stretches his arms, hands off of the wheel but foot still pressed onto the gas, not allowing you to move an inch. “Yoongi!”

He tuts on his tongue, feigning sharpness in his soft glare. “That’s not my name right now, brat.”

You fake a sob and then the ride officially ends, kids rushing out of the arena onto another game. Jimin and Taehyung are walking at the same pace. “Wasn’t that so much fun?!”

Taehyung turns to you but you only pout and murmur in a weak voice, “I didn’t get to play.”

Your roommate exhales helplessly then tugs on your hand. The mischief and teasing has ended, shifted onto a more solemn tone. “Y/N. We should talk-”

“Hey guys!” Jimin interrupts without realizing. “The merry-go-round!”

Yoongi exhales again when you slip out of his grasps, running off happily with the two other baboons. The only people on the carousel are children...so maybe it is suitable for the three of you to perch yourself onto the colourful horses, motioning him over to sit.

“This is stupid.”

“Oh cheer up, Yoonji.” Taehyung smiles, petting his plastic companion and curling his hands safely onto the golden rod that attaches itself to the ceiling. The ride begins as the piano music and sweet violin pulls themselves together in a harmonic song.

It’s a plain ride. One that has no thrills or surprise drops, pulsing adrenaline that makes you scream. It’s suitable for toddlers and babies, grandmothers and grandfathers with brittle bones. Perhaps that’s why you like it so much. It’s gradually moving, peaceful and constant. You can feel at complete ease, let your eyes wander to the underside of the shell ceiling, gazing at all the paintings of cherub angels. The pretty lights of the entire park swirl around you in warm hues. The horse beneath you dips on occasion, making you feel like you’re inside a snow globe or a music box. Time slows down and you’re able to capture the memory, a moment to breathe in the chaos.

Without you being aware, Yoongi spends the total duration of the ride gazing at you; the way your orbs expand and fill with wonder, skin reflecting against the luminescence, the slight smile that pulls on your lips.

“Y/N. We should talk-”

“Look! The ferris wheel!” Taehyung runs between you two, causing Jimin to urge you both onwards. You’re shoved into the roseate cart before you can get a chance to ask Yoongi what he wanted to talk about. “I’m amazed the lineup wasn’t that long! The view is incredible!”

Jimin also marvels out the window as the cart progresses higher and higher. You keep your eyes trained outside, watching as the people become little specks like the stars in the sky.

“You know…” Jimin draws your attention and he looks at both you and Taehyung seated next to each other. “The two of you actually look pretty good together! Almost as if-”

Suddenly, Yoongi steps on his foot. “Oops! My bad.”

“Oh no. It’s okay, Yoonji.” Jimin perks up with another grin, masking his pain.

Taehyung attempts to steal his thunder away, “so Yoonji...this place is fun and all but I know an observatory where you could see all the stars at night.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen and you lean forward. Taehyung nods.

“It’s beautiful, telescopes that you could see through and a place with grass where you can lie down and watch the galaxy. If you want I could take you sometime-”

“I don’t know how I feel about going to an observatory.” Yoongi interjects, flipping his hair back with the pouted pink lips you’re jealous of. Taehyung’s attention is redirected towards your best friend. Even when you’re half-in-the dark, the lights from the outside seeping in through the windows, Yoongi as Yoonji is still absolutely stunning and breathtaking.

“You like the amusement park much better?” Jimin smiles kindly at her, practically begging for her validation. He glows brighter when she meekly hums.

“W-well-” Taehyung stutters, “if you don’t like the observatory then I know a really nice place where we could have a picnic, Yoonji!”

“But Yoonji’s already promised to have a picnic with me!” Jimin announces to Taehyung, looking at him in slight alarm. He whips his head to the other. “Right, Yoonji?”

“Guess we’re going to have to see….”

You sink back into the bench, staring out the windows, refusing to be a part of the battle for Yoonji. There’s an internal sigh that erupts through the hollows of your mind as Jimin and Taehyung continue to fight for your precious roommate’s time and attention.

“Y/N. We need to talk-”

“Oh my god!” Taehyung and Jimin both point to a giant swinging boat. “Is that the pirate ship ride?” They’re chasing the lights, running forth and you’re about to join them but then you’re pulled back, a gentle hand wrapping around your wrist.

“I don’t think so.”

“Wait! What about the ride? What about Taehyung and Jimin?!”

“We are getting away from those apes.” Yoongi drags you to another ride, one that has no line up and the employee directs you into the cart promptly. The silhouettes of the two boys disappear, having no ideas that you and ‘Yoonji’ have vanished behind them.

“What’s wrong?”

The cart launches into the gloomy tunnel and your best friend exhales. “I wanted to ask if you and Taehyung were following me and Jimin. So...were you?”

You’re glad that you’re presently in complete darkness, the ride moving at a turtle’s pace, swishing the water beneath gently. If he could see you, he’d be able to see your entire face flushing. “N-no! Of course not. Why would I do such a thing like that?” Nervous laughter bubbles in your throat.

“You are so frustrating.” He draws out in exasperation, a slight bitchy tone that reminds you of the Yoonji you knew before the entire reveal. “Did you know that?”

“What?”

“How can you be so dense, Y/N?”

You don’t understand where he’s coming from, why he’s suddenly having an outburst. And before you can ask him, the entire tunnel lights up in a neon pink shade, startling you. There are hearts all over the tunnel walls and Yoongi seems as bewildered as you are. “Uh...what ride did you pick?”

Yoongi frowns and he leans forward, reading the words off of the cart you’re in. “Oh god.”

“What? What is it?”

“Welcome to the Tunnel of Love!” A booming voice, a man’s deep timbre rumbles from the ceiling speakers as you’re quickly turning a corner. “Enjoy, sit back and relax. Get closer to your loved one. Don’t hold back now.”

“Uh….Yoongi?”

You’re answered with seductive saxophone music playing but what makes you ten times more embarrassed is the raunchy sounds overlapping the melody. There’s a deep groan of ‘oh yeah’ repeated over and over again with a woman’s moan as if porn is being played. It’s down right dirty and lewd, making you cover your ears with a yelp, cheeks detonating in a burning red.

Yoongi shuts his eyes and puts his fingers to his temples, as if praying or asking for patience. Little did you know, he’s doing everything in his power to make sure a tent doesn’t blow up in his pants. He doesn’t look at you and you don’t look at him.

As if to make things worse, there are little platforms off to the side. On a more innocent ride, they would have little houses and families, a village of some sort for children to point at and parents to observe. But in the ‘Tunnel of Love’ there are strange sculptures of humans contorted into different sexual positions...positions you didn’t even know were physically possible. There’s a land of dildos, of vaginas and so forth. You shut your eyes, humming to yourself despite the vulgar sound effects seeping past your fingertips, roaring in your eardrums.

It’s a fun house of all things sex. And you’re absolutely mortified.

You can understand why there were literally no souls lined up for this.

The ride lasts three minutes, an incredible duration compared to other rides and you don’t even want to begin thinking about why they made it this way. But despite the time, it feels like one goddamn long eternity.

“Thank god that’s over…” You laugh stiffly and Yoongi joins in with you but instead of seeing light at the end of the tunnel, you make another rounded corner. At first, you’re fearful that they’ll be making a u-turn, allowing couples to experience the ride twice. But then the man’s operating automatic voice comes on again-

“Uh oh! Looks like we got trouble in pleasantville! Hang on! Things are about to get spooky in here! Don’t be fearful to…...grab on tighter.” The suggestiveness of the voice makes you even more anxious but at least the moaning sounds are gone…

That’s what you and your naive brain thought.

But the world is much crueler than that. And even more vicious to you, the little lamb who thought it was the end.

“FUCKING HELL!” Yoongi curses without restraint. The lights flash vigorously with the thunder, a fog misting above the water. There are multiple jump scares, white masks that pop out from nowhere, menacing laughter attacking from all sides. Slithering voices screeches out for help, sobbing and wailing that send goosebumps all over your skin. It’s like humans are being tortured, someone is being brutally slaughtered, a demon lurking in the shadows.

It’s even worse knowing that the pair of you are utterly alone. There’s no one in front of you or behind you, plunge in the blackness. If something did happen, the teenager standing in front of the entrance probably wouldn’t notice and it would take two full days for rescue teams to find your missing bodies floating in the cold waters.

You latch onto Yoongi’s turtleneck sweater, pressing your body against his as close as physically possible. But Yoongi jumps and with the pressure of your warm skin against his. He seems to be developing a problem...that’s not so small. “Y/N. Can you let go-”

He becomes silenced as the cart rounds a corner and there’s a little girl at the side platform. She adorns a white dress, black hair draped in front of her face. “Help me….help me, please! Why won’t anybody help me?!”

She abruptly lunges forward, arm out to grab you. You and Yoongi scream together and he pulls you closer to him, almost adjusting you to sit in his lap. “We’re going to die!” You sob out, digging your butt closer and closer to Yoongi’s crotch, curling yourself inwards. He opens his mouth to tell you to stop moving but he’s interrupted yet again from another jump scare.

Right as you feel your soul leaving your body, the cart suddenly stops.

“Oh no. Oh god. It better not break down. Please!” Yoongi slams the side and the two of you mutter prayers in any languages you know, to any deity or god, to Heaven and to Hell. Thankfully, after five heartbeats, the machine seems to boot back up again and it moves onwards.

The light is seen and you’ve never been happier to return to civilization.

The cart does a small dip, a tiny splash and then it halts at the entrance. The teenager makes a disgusted face at the position you’re both in - grabbing onto each other, your body turned halfway and arms thrown around Yoongi’s neck, how you’re seated in his lap and his hands are on your waist. You don’t even notice, trying to regain your sanity.

You’re still frightened but feel dirty. There’s a need to bathe in holy water, wash your eyes and ears out, call your parents and apologize to them. But you also feel like you’ll need to bring a flashlight to bed tonight and that you might not be able to catch much sleep.

When you stumble out, the title of the ride reads: ‘HAUNTED TUNNEL OF LOVE’.

As you’re staring down at a few knickknacks and keychains, something is plopped onto your head. “Hey!”

You’re met with Yoongi’s gummy smile when you turn around. You try to look up but unable to see what he put on you, your toes swivel to the mirror. It’s a dog headband, brown droopy ears that fall on the sides of your face. “Cute.”

You blush at his one worded compliment, short and simple but sweet, summing his entire personality up. But you’re even more flustered with the way he stares at you, like he cherishes you the most. “But why this one?”

“The minute I turn around, you’ve already fallen in love with someone else.” Yoongi reaches over, pinching your cheek. “You’re like a lovesick puppy in need of constant care and attention.”

You grimace, not comprehending what he means by you falling in love with someone else. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

Yoongi shrugs and you scoff, taking a headband by the nearby shelf. On the tips of your toes, you reach up to adjust it onto his head, making it sit perfectly on the bob hair cut wig, the iconic side braid not in the way. Yoongi looks into the mirror, satisfied with your pick on the obnoxious red polka dotted bow. You’re slightly surprised as to why he didn’t rip it off or object to it.

“You know…” The both of you stand in front of the mirror side by side, appearing to others that you’re more like extremely close best friends than lovers. “...I look a lot prettier than you.”

“Hey!”

It’s slightly sad that you can’t object to that fact. “But you’re a lot cuter.”

“What?”

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“Wait! Don’t we have to pay for these?”

He spins around with a smirk tugging the side of his mouth. “Already did.”

Yoonji as your best friend has always been intense. She was sassy, peculiar and spiky, a sharp cactus or rose that no one could get close to. You loved and adored her dearly, hanging onto her every statement like the tens of people who were infatuated and pinning after your roommate. But ever since the ordeal and you find out who it really was, the person whom you cared about so deeply, nothing’s ever been the same.

Even now, when your bestfriend is in a turtleneck sweater and jeans, lips pulled into a bright smile and hair shoulder length, brushing against the forehead - all you see is Yoongi. No matter what form your best friend is in or wearing, female or male or anything in between, you still love this person.

The raspy voice, rounded cheeks and the pouty lips, the softened yet sleepy eyes - the individual that makes your heart leap with a mere call of your name, that speaks sharply underneath hidden compassionate intent, a frowning teddy bear that’s made of plush….

“Yoongi.” You’ll always have a place in your heart for this person. “Put your leg down.”

“No.”

You sigh, watching as he holds the gun up, foot still rested at the edge of the stand. An eyelid closes as he approximates and then-

Bang!

It’s a bullseye precisely in the target, an impeccable hole made in the exact center. Everyone who is nearby in the vicinity stops and claps. Your jaw drops. Even the game vendor seems shocked, tipping his crimson hat forward as he bows. “Nice job! What kind of prize would you like? You can have anything from the top row.”

Yoongi looks over at you and you’re staring directly at- “That one, please.”

Once you’ve walked away from the fair games, he’s shoved it to you. “Are you giving it to me?”

“Sure.” He shrugs, looking around without a care. “It’s too much of a hassle for me to carry it anyways.”

The stuffed animal is a rounded black cat, chubby and made of cotton. It’s dark fur is soft and fuzzy like a blanket and it’s large enough to cover your entire abdomen. The plushie has pointy ears and a tail, rounded eyes with a yellow rim, a button nose as well. “It reminds me of you.”

Yoongi would protest but with your fond smile staring at the animal, he decides not to say anything. A smile similar to yours graces his lips.

It becomes chillier and when you reach out, looping your arm around his, latching on as you used to do - he lets go. You’re about to apologize for accidentally touching him without asking, forgetting that he’s no longer Yoonji that you used to pester but then the words suffocate when he instead….holds hands with you, lacing his fingers through yours.

A heat sweeps up to your face and his other hand points at a stand. “Want to get some cotton candy?”

You’re the one who pays this time to make up for the headband on your head. You get the pink kind that’s wrapped around the stick. When you set yourself down at the bench, Yoongi stuffs his face and bites the very top of it. “Hey!”

“I don’t want to get my hands dirty.”

“Pft.” You try to do the same thing, digging your face in to chomp on the cotton, ripping it with your teeth. The sweet teeth-aching sugar melts on your tongue and you giggle. Yoongi smiles and then the pair of you accidentally go in for another bite at the same time.

In a romcom movie sort of way, your heart thunders against your rib cage but you don’t care for how cliché the moment is nor do you shift away in embarrassment. Yoongi’s eyes are half-lidded, face close to yours but still a bit too far. His hand covers yours, moving the treat down and then he leans in, his other hand cupping your cheek. Your breath goes uneven as your forehead touches his. His hot breath fans against your lips and your eyes shut.

Your tongue peeks out, licking your lips and then for just a moment...you feel the plushness press against yours-

“Yoonji?!” A bloodcurdling scream rips through the air and you both flinch away from each other. “YOONJIIIIIII!! Where are you?!”

Another voice in a deeper timbre calls out, “Yoonji?!”

“Oh, dear lord.” The two baboons are seen running around the premise, shouting and hollering, cupping their mouths with their hands to project their voices. Before Yoongi’s able to make a grand escape, Jimin on intuition darts his head over and a grin erupts on his face.

“Yoonji! There you are!”

Taehyung comes running over as well, nearly tripping on his feet. “Where did you go? It’s been hours since we’ve seen you. The park’s almost about to close! I wanted to ride the chair swing with you! ”

“Are you alright, Yoonji?” Jimin asks in panic, scanning the person in question from head to toe. “I thought something had happened! I was so worried! But I’m glad you’re okay and that you’re safe!”

Taehyung shakes his head, pushing up his lensless glasses. “I was about to go to the lost kids center.”

Yoongi clasps his hands around yours, standing up with you. He wears an impudent pout. “We’re both okay. Thanks for asking about Y/N’s condition. But I’m tired and I’m going to go home now with Y/N. Don’t follow us. Bye.”

Taehyung slumps his shoulders down sighing. Jimin nods with an ‘alright’. “Bye Yoonji!~ Oh, and you too, Y/N!”

Despite being tugged away with the chubby cat hugging against your body and Yoongi holding onto your cotton candy, your other hands holding each other’s, you turn around to Jimin.

“Bye!” And you leave with a skip in your step, ecstatic that sweet Jimin remembered you.

It’s practically unbearable. The tension in the tiny dorm room could be sliced with a knife, give someone whiplash if they tried to pry the door open. From the incident where Jimin barged in to before the two of you were interrupted at the amusement park, you’re not exactly sure what’s going on. Trying to wrap your mind around it and decipher the emotions swelling inside your chest gives you a massive headache.

All you know is that what you feel towards Yoongi is different from Taehyung and even from Jimin. It’s different and you’re not sure how.

But Yoongi tries to talk to you about it and you avoid each and every time, still too confused to know how to give him proper answers that he’ll be able to understand.

“Y/N.” You look up from your textbook, startled that he called you in such a serious tone. He’s staring at the screen of his phone, impassively until you realize the expression is actually full of horror. “Jimin wants to meet the twins.”

And there was the whole thing with Jimin that was still going on. The persistent boy had already been on two dates with Yoonji where you had followed them around with Taehyung. It wasn’t terrible on your part since Taehyung proved to be a great companion but it still broke your heart more and more to watch Jimin slip further and further away. Yoongi, on the other hand, saw the angel as no more than a huge annoyance, a fly that buzzed around his head and never left him alone.

“You know what?” Yoongi adjusts his wig and you wipe away the lipstick smeared on the corner of his lip. “We should just stage a funeral.”

“What?”

“If we staged my ‘brother’s’ funeral then we won’t have to do this anymore.” He makes air quotations around the word brother and watches as you smooth out the fabric of his chiffon floral patterned skirt. Yoongi looks especially pretty today, ruffled blouse tucked into the skirt and black kitten heel shoes with white high-knee socks. You pale in comparison with a simple ponytail and striped romper.

“No one’s going to die.” You stand on the tips of your toes, fixing his fringe. “Let’s not lie more than we have to.”

Yoongi sighs, “I don’t want to do this anymore, Y/N.”

You’ve never really understood why your best friend was never fond of the other man. “Isn’t Jimin nice though? He’s so kind and sweet, always thinking about others. He helps anyone regardless of who they are or what they look like. He’s so compassionate and considerate. You know one time when I first got here-”

His thumb and forefinger goes to flick you on the forehead and you let out an ‘ow’, rubbing at the wound. “You’re rambling and going all dreamy-eyed again.” Yoongi steps back. “How do I look?”

“Pretty.” You retort with a small pout. “I wish I was as beautiful as you are.”

“You are.” And with that, the confident tone lingering in your ears and a swivel of his feet, Yoongi struts into the store. You’re left stunned for a mere second before you catch up.

“Yoonji!” Jimin stands up, doing the whole song and dance as he pulls out your best friend’s chair and then plops across from him. It’s only when you sit next to Yoongi does he look at you. “Oh and Y/N! You’re joining us today?”

You flush under his gaze. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s okay! I’ve already ordered for the table.” Jimin tips his head towards Yoongi. “When’s your brother coming?”

“Soon.”

Jimin rambles on about his day, asking about Yoonji’s but your roommate only responds shortly and abruptly. As planned before, five minutes later, he suddenly stands up. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Okay!” Jimin doesn’t notice the stuffed handbag that your best friend carries into the female washroom. When he turns to you, he’s melted into a sheepish mess. “Isn’t Yoonji great?”

You comprehend his sentiment perfectly. “I know.”

“The past few dates have been great…” He slowly sips his water through the straw, looking up at you with gleaming orbs. “Did she say anything about it? Anything at all?”

You can tell how nervous Jimin is asking you the question and you feel even more guilty knowing what your best friend really thought but a white lie is better than the brutal truth. You could never have it in you to directly hurt the poor class president angel. “She said it was great.”

“Really?!” Jimin sits straight up. “She really said that?”

You nod stiffly, ignoring how your face blushes from telling fibs. “She says you’re really nice. That you’re kind and sweet, always thinking about others.” Technically the lies aren’t lies anyways. “You help anyone regardless of who they are or what they look like. You’re compassionate and considerate. She remembers that one time you helped me after I had a bad day.”

Jimin frowns. “I don’t remember that.”

“You...don’t?” You swallow hard, feeling disappointment consume your entire body. It was the reason you had such a massive crush on Jimin, the time where he dropped a seed and your heart bloomed in flowers….for him. “I-I wasn’t used to school yet and we shared that class. Remember you asked me outside if I was okay since I looked sad and then you gave me that rose?”

“Right!” His eyes light up and you feel relieved that he can recall it. “They were handing out flowers near the nursing faculty because of a charity organization or something...I didn’t really know what to do with it and I didn’t want to throw away a perfectly good flower in the trash.”

“Oh.”

“Hey.” Yoongi appears in the form of Yoongi, black ripped pants and white shirt revealing the rather toned arm muscles. He takes the seat beside you. “What’s wrong?”

It’s nice to know you’re better than a trash can. He gave you the flower because you’re better than garbage. The gesture still counts...right?

“Nice to meet you!” Jimin abruptly stands up, shaking Yoongi’s hand. “I...I’m Yoonji’s friend.”

“Uh...sure.” Yoongi shakes the other’s hand before redirecting his attention to you. “Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, you two are dating?” The innocent boy looks between you and your best friend. Then, he frowns when he remembers Taehyung. “What about-”

“We’re dating.”

At Yoongi’s sudden declaration, you’re pulled away from your reverie. Goosebumps form on your skin, hair sticking out and your eyes double in size. “Uh…” Your mouth is agape unattractively and you close it a second too late. Yoongi acts like nothing’s happened and he sips on his drink, looking away nonchalantly like he didn’t just drop a massive bomb.

“That’s nice.” Jimin smiles widely. He seems a bit tense in front of the supposed brother and he turns around to the bathroom. “Yoonji’s been gone a while hasn’t she? Maybe you should check up on her, Y/N.”

You stare at Yoongi. And he sighs. “No. I’ll check up on her.”

Jimin stops him when he’s halfway up, in between standing and sitting, an awkward mid-level squat. “Wait. Are you allowed in the girl’s washroom.”

“It’s fine.” Yoongi scoffs, waving a dismissive hand. “We’ve been siblings for years.”

He disappears and switches back to Yoonji.

“What did I miss?”

“Where’s your brother?” Jimin frowns, turning around to the bathroom. “He was just here!”

“Oh. He had a stomach ache so he’s just in there.” Your roommate turns to you, pretty pink glossed lips reapplied in haste and the corners smudged onto skin. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You hum at the back of your throat. In Jimin’s eyes, you’re better than a trash can. That has to mean something! You’re better than garbage. You’re better than garbage. You’re better than garbage.

Why did Yoongi say you were dating him?

You’re better than trash. Jimin thinks you’re better than trash! Garbage. Garbage can.

There are two more switches. Your best friend transforms back into Yoongi, into Yoonji, into Yoongi and then into Yoonji once more. By the time an hour’s passed by, Jimin’s still smiling and happy, unsuspecting. He’s simply glad that he’s making relations between the brother and the person whom he pines after. You’re still trapped in a daydream, an overload of emotions making your brain into overdrive.

“Where did Yoongi go?”

“He left.” Your roommate is utterly exhausted, sweat built at the forehead, wig not even worn properly and the shirt is on backwards. He doesn’t even sit down anymore, lifting his leg to press his foot on the armrest of Jimin’s chair. The latter man jolts in surprise, trying his best not to let his eyes wander underneath the floral skirt. “Look Jimin. I don’t like you. You got that?”

“What?”

“You don’t get it? Let me repeat it again for you to hear. I. Don’t. Like. You.” He says in a staccato tongue. “Get it through your thick skull and please, for the love of god and all things good in this world, leave me alone. Do you understand? Me and you. We won’t work out.”

“B-but why?” Jimin sniffles, tears beginning to cloud in his eyes. He whispers in a weak and broken voice, “why?”

“I have eyes for someone else.” Yoongi puts down his leg, walking over to you and taking your hand. You finally snap out of it, looking up at him.

“Is it Taehyung?”

“No.”

“N-Namjoon?”

“No.”

“It’s Hoseok, isn’t it?”

“God no!” Yoongi makes you stand. “You don’t need to know. Y/N and I are leaving!”

“Wait! Jimin! I’m so sorry!” You’re being pulled out of the coffee shop, hauled onto the street by your best friend. The love of your life disappears, looking absolutely crushed and brokenhearted. It’s your chance to swoop in and steal his heart! But Yoongi won’t let you go. “Why were you so mean to him?! He was trying so hard! Yoongi!”

“And I’m trying hard.” He stops, the two of you standing in the middle of the sidewalk, the bustle of the rush hour crowds quiet in your ears. The silence the world dawns on you is deafening. “Look at me, Y/N. Really look at me.”

The way he says it is full of desperateness, calloused and strong hands curled around his shoulders. Yoongi is tired, hyperventilating and catching his breath. It occurs to you how fatigued he is from changing back and forth tens of times.

You meet his warm brown orbs, gazing deep into his irises. “What is it?”

“You’re not looking hard enough.” Yoongi lets you go after a defeated sigh. “All you see is Jimin.”

“I-”

Your best friend leaves you be, allowing you to stare at his backside. The opportunity is presented….to run back to Jimin and comfort him or to go forward with Yoongi.

You choose forward.

“I’m sorry.” You catch his hand, clutching it tightly in yours. You’re still unable to understand what Yoongi means. But he seems to have abandoned the subject, purely smiling at you.

“Let’s go home.”

It’s warm, so incredibly sweltering that you’re beginning to sweat. Every pant that leaves through your mouth, he stirs underneath you, the muscle in his thigh twitching. “C’mon, Y/N. Y-You...can...do it. Fuck.” He coos gently in between his own heaving breaths. His fingers lace in the mess of your hair, nudging you onwards. “Don’t stop.”

Once you’ve regained control of your breathing, a hum leaves the back of your throat, a low vibration that makes him hiss. Your mouth widens, careful for teeth not to scrape along the sensitive skin and you take in as much as you can. “Oh my god.” A moan he couldn’t hold back leaves his raspy voice and your own groins begin to pulse. “You’re...such a good girl.”

Your saliva is making a mess, drooling onto the floor in a pool and your pretty pink lips are wrapped around Yoongi’s cock. What you can’t reach, your hands are making up for, stroking vigorously with the strength you have left. “Fuck. You...look so good.” In between sucking, your tongue smooths up and down the length, twirling around the head. Your jaw is aching and your knees are bruised from kneeling but the pain is made up for the wetness staining your panties and hearing his melodic sounds.

Yoongi is trying his hardest not to make a sound but he fails. At first he made a simple peep or a gasp, a soft sigh but then it turned into groans, pants and unrestrained moans. It’s almost animalistic and primitive, making you become hot and heavy. His deep timbre curses and spits out crude remarks, voice croaking out the praises and the dirtiest things he’d like to do to you when you’re done. Between saying that he’ll throw you on the bed and make sure you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, he chokes and shivers. It feels powerful to have Min Yoongi, of all people, withering underneath your grasps. But he doesn’t take teasing all too well.

“I-I….” He holds you closer, one hand in your hair and controlling you from completely pushing forward and the other is clasped over your hand pumping him. “I’m going to cum, Y/N.”

With a large inhale through your nose, you push closer, swallowing hard and Yoongi gasps your name, muscle tensing under your hot tongue. “Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He shouts your name. “Y/N!”

And when you peel back your eyelids, you’re plunged into darkness, Yoongi above you and shaking your body. “Y/N! Are you okay?”

“W-what?”

You’re dripping in a pool of sweat, hot and bothered. Your panties are even damper than your hair is. The toasty covers feel suffocating and you’re relieved when Yoongi pulls them off of you.

“I think you were having a nightmare. You were gasping and twisting in your bed.”

He’s wrong. Yoongi has never been more wrong in his total life. It’s the opposite of a nightmare and as your dream sinks into you, your cheeks grow rosy and steam practically leaves your ears. You’re thankful it’s dark and he can’t see your face. It would take a million dollars and for you to lose all your embarrassment and shame to admit to Yoongi the truth.

For now, it eats up at you, making you ashamed.

How could your mind think of such a thing when he’s your best friend?!

“I-I guess so.”

Your roommate looks far too concerned that it makes guilt laugh mockingly. Yoongi even reaches up and dries your forehead with his hand, tucking loose strands behind your ear. He goes down onto his knees, studying your face in the moonwash and he cradles your cheek, thumb grazing the reddened skin. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m okay.”

He nods and then walks off, slumping down onto his bed. Yoongi pulls the covers and tucks his legs in, lying down to face you. Then, with the empty spot next to him, he pats the mattress.

“Come here.”

It’s a soft command that leaves his mouth. You hesitate.

If you refuse Yoongi’s request, you know for a fact you’ll regret it. He’s genuinely worried for your well-being and declining the offer when you never would on a normal day, would make him feel like he did something wrong which would in turn only feed your guilt. Thus, you swallow hard before you take the rounded cat by your side. Your toes step onto the carpet and you make a leap onto his bed.

“Oof. Can’t you just get in like a normal person?!”

You giggle, the embarrassment of the wet dream beginning to fade away. It seemed so real and there’s still a mess in your undergarment, being next to Yoongi is dangerous for your heart as well. But you push it aside, blaming it on your outlandish subconscious. You’ve never been able to control your dreams anyways. It probably meant nothing.

You dreamt of a talking banana once. That meant nothing. So maybe this one didn’t mean anything either.

You curl around his body, head resting against his broad chest. The plush cat is in your arms, chin resting on its head. Yoongi adjusts the covers, covering the both of you. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making you worried about me and for being distant lately.” All you’ve been doing was thinking about yourself. You’ve been overwhelmed with emotions, the pace of everything that’s been unravelling around you. And you never once stopped to think about Yoongi.

He was having a harder time than you are - catering to Jimin, making sure that you’re okay, helping his silly roommate who couldn’t do anything, all while trying to guard and protect his secret.

He hushes you, leg tangling with yours and arm draped over your waist. It’s comforting and calms your racing heart down. “Just go to sleep.”

The institution you attended was no doubt strange. Aside from the peculiar people it seemed to attract and the odd classes, like the mandatory athletic courses, they also liked to have special events.

Perhaps it’s a way of promoting the school to make it feel like one big inclusive community or make it seem like this was the paradise of every single student, an absolute dream compared to other universities. A weekend of every year, parents are invited down to view their children’s progress and the opportunities the wide campus had to offer, showing off the bang for the buck. It certainly felt like elementary all over again. But there was one...massive problem.

“My family’s coming.” Yoongi holds his head within his hands, slouching over in absolute agony. “I told them not to but they insisted.”

“Your family?” You mask your panic to ease him. “I’m sure it’ll be fine….”

Your own parents won’t be able to make it. They had called an hour earlier, telling you that the flight had been cancelled but you didn’t mind much. You really thought it was going to be just you and Yoongi this weekend, hanging out with each other and running around to the booths.

Now, you’ll have to be by yourself. You’ll survive. But it still makes you sad to see him run off without you. It makes you wonder what will happen when your best friend will leave you entirely and if you’ll be able to cope if that day arrives. On the other hand, you’re quite curious on what his family is like and how Yoongi became the way he is.

“Hey!” He jogs up breathlessly, hands onto his knees. Before he can fully catch his breath, his mother and father are enveloping him in a tight hug. He laughs, “it’s good to see you too.”

You watch from a distance, wearing a slight smile before you disappear alone.

“Your older brother couldn’t make it. He’s busy with his girlfriend.” His mother exhales a long breath. “That rascal made a fool of himself and is trying to make it up to her. If I don’t get a daughter-in-law, I might go crazy in this house full of men!”

“He sends his regards.” Yoongi’s father smiles, calming his wife down. “I hope you’ve been doing well, boy. This is a very nice place.” He scans the architecture around, musing to himself aloud. “It’s modern. I was pretty skeptical when I saw the brochure. Isn’t this university newly built?”

“You’ve always been skeptical, honey.” His mother sighs before she perks up, looking around at the bustle with excitement. “Are we going to walk around the campus? Where’s your dormitory? I would love to meet your roommate and see what he’s like.”

“No. My roommate’s not feeling well, he recently broke up with his girlfriend.” Yoongi clears his throat, dragging them in the other direction. “And the campus is too crowded. Nothing to really see.”

“Oh. That’s a shame.” His mother keeps her smile and she asks the next question gently, almost like she’s coaxing an answer out of him. “Are you dating anyone?”

“No.” Yoongi sighs. “I’m not.”

Then suddenly, Kim Seokjin’s fucking voice pierces the air as he performs a rendition of ‘Unbreak My Heart’ on stage while doing the moonwalk. There’s a crowd of people gathered around him as usual. Yoongi’s parents turn around in mild curiosity. “We should see what's going on.”

Yoongi groans, trailing behind them. He faces down, avoiding people, muttering prayers under his breath not to run into someone who he may know. And as if the world is playing a joke on him, a frisby smacks him in the side of his head.

“Sorry!” Namjoon comes stumbling over, nearly tripping on his feet. He flails his limbs and his father and younger brother laugh hysterically.

“Come on Joon! Run faster, Joon!”

Yoongi muses that the Kim family will probably burn half of the booths and stands around before they’re done.

“Do I know you from somewhere?!” Namjoon shouts over the music, looking down at him. Yoongi shakes his head and hands back the frisby without a word. The former man blinks and then grins. “Okay!” He runs off once more.

Yoongi joins his parents who are swaying to Jin’s screaming performance. It’s horrific. The college boy is the manifestation of narcissistic, opening his arms wide while he’s on his knees, basking in the attention of the stage. His lungs and voice sound like a dying walrus.

He covers his ears. “We should go somewhere else!”

“This is a lot of fun! There’s so many festivities!” Yoongi’s mother shouts, walking down the path. Off to the side, Hoseok is seated on a stool, holding a microphone to his lips. He is passionately reading a poem, tears rolling down his face as he immerses himself, relatively unaware of his surroundings.

“Who are we that we cannot see?” Hoseok reads in a whisper and Yoongi’s father stops to listen. “Making sweet love to the poor, young divorcee. She screams like a banshee and vision….vision that plunges like the black sea. Darkness. The yellow shades spilled across her body, my very animalistic markings, the scent of pee. I count to three. Ughhh..” Hoseok moans into the microphone and Yoongi is utterly disgusted. Was he really reading a poem on sex and golden showers when this was a family event and there were young children around?!

“I come to realize that in this world I am but a mere flea. Who is the person I want to be?”

There’s a round of applause and his parents nod along, clapping with the others. Yoongi facepalms

Off to the side, Jungkook is seated at a booth, leaned back in his seat and his feet propped onto the table. He pretends not to care that his stand is completely deserted. But once in a while, when someone does approach, he leaps up with a smile. “Welcome. It’s not like I was waiting for someone and I don’t care that you’re here but now that you are, take a look at our sports club. We offer soccer and baseball and-”

Taehyung is on the other side with a modified robot in front of him. His hands are behind his back, black frames sparkling as his judging eyes dart around the crowd. Yoongi lowers his head, taking his parents away before the idiot genius can spot him.

“You know, I really would like to meet your roommate.” His mother pipes up. “You’ve told a lot of stories over the phone. Didn’t you say he was really strange?”

“I’d also like to see where you live.” His father hums. “There are rumours that the male dormitories are really...vile. And the people here are also very….peculiar.”

Yoongi laughs stiffly, hoping that time will pass by quicker.

You wonder if you should just head back to the dormitory on your own. It wasn’t like you had anyone or could go anywhere. It even felt lonelier wandering around in a crowd full of people, people who had loved ones and were smiling, in conversations between themselves. There was no place for you.

As you turn around, you come face to face with a mopey- “Jimin?”

It hurts your heart to see such a kind boy utterly lost and heartbroken. When his name is called, he slowly looks up. “Oh. Y/N. Have you seen Yoonji? I’m looking for her.”

“W-why?”

“I just...I need to ask her something.”

“Yoonji’s busy right now. She’s not around.” You frantically answer, occurring to you that it would be absolute mayhem if he ran into Yoongi and talked about Yoonji in front of his parents.

“Okay.” Jimin sighs exhaustingly, his limbs still being dragged with him. “Guess I’ll go away then…”

You spin around to where he’s walking off to. “Hey! We could totally go together…” But your voice softens and softens when you realize that Jimin’s nowhere to be seen.

He’s disappeared.

You push through the crowds, shouting his name, trying to find the blonde. People mutter under their breaths while you apologize, racing through and becoming lost without realizing. It’s when you’re about to give up, exhaling tiredly, does your eyes land on a particular someone.

Her hair is cut at the shoulders, ends curled inwards, the midnight black strands smooth and reflecting the sunlight. The profile of her face is sculpted but soft. Milky, clear skin and a gentle sloped nose that a plastic surgeon couldn’t even mimic. She has rounded cheeks with pink lips naturally pouted together, brows that furrow in concentration, long lashes that bat back and forth. She’s in a dress, one that you’ve never seen before, black and sleek, paired with a leather jacket.

“Yoonji?!”

Your feet halt on the ground, heels digging into the dirt and almost setting a trail of fire. You march over in three strides, catching the frail wrist within yours. Since when did he have such slim limbs...you remember him being distinctly stronger. “Yoongi? What are you doing here?! I thought-”

The woman stares up at you with an unimpressed yet impassive expression. Her brown orbs that don’t falter in focus makes you let go, stepping back. The aura of intimidation causes you to swallow hard. Then, her pupils flicker up and down the expanse of your body, judging you.

It’s as if she finds you cute, an innocent, completely harmless. Because then she smiles.

“You know Yoongi?”

It’s not Yoongi. It’s not Yoonji either.

It’s Yoongi’s youngest aunt - Yoonhee. The person who is practically Yoonji in the flesh.

#bts fanfic #what you've all been waiting for...#this is my gift #I'm actually super nervous posting this for many reasons #but you know what #this is MY blog #at the end of the day I can do whatever I choose #I shouldn't be afraid #Anyways so many people requested for this that I finally gave in #I hope you all enjoy it #Happy Holidays!!

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jungnoir · 7 years

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mini cryptid hunter!bts au bc i was enabled

@clockwork-lullaby this was probably more than you were asking for but it’s happening

yoongi

the “logical” cryptid hunter. if you watch buzzfeed unsolved just think shane LOL

yoongi just has a really specific fear and it’s of demons

grew up in a really religious church playing the piano as a kid so he always heard about “exorcisms” being done on the church grounds late at night from his friends

yoongi isn’t as dumb but i mean he’s bored on a friday night and his parents are out for their anniversary so he goes and sneaks in with them to the church and the lights are on and he actually encounters a possessed church goer getting cleansed by a few priests but it’s just. like not working?

the person is absolutely livid and seething and speaking in a crackly voice and suddenly the demon notices him and his friends run but yoongi is just stone still

before the demon can try and hurt him it’s exorcised and yoongi is completely mortified and the priests are like “kid omg why are you here you could have DIED” and they tell him to never speak of it to anyone and yoongi’s smart enough to know that what he’s just seen is something way beyond his years

in fact he’s repressed it so much that even when he’s older sometimes he has to remind himself it happened and now hunting demons is just his damn calling

100% carries a dagger or something dipped in holy water and probably knows a bunch of bible verses that’ll make a demon squeal right off the top of his head

when not hunting demons, he’s usually just making fun of namjoon for getting spooked all the time LOL

him and hoseok are like the lethal duo for demons like god forbid you’re a demon and get on their bad side bc u will be finessed tf into a pile of ash

probably naps on the way to haunted sites and the first maknae to rouse him from his sleep is carrying him to their destination

(but never jimin bc jimin is not a heathen like the others ofc)

namjoon

ok i’m gonna crack on my boyfriend real quick: DUDE IS SUCH A BABY OH MY GOD!!! HOW DID HE GET HERE!!! WHY IS HE DOING THIS!!!!! WHY COULDN’T HE MAKE FRIENDS WITH NORMAL PEOPLE WHO DON’T HUNT THE SUPERNATURAL

he’s v smart and reads up on lots of folklore from all around the world so he’s your go to when you wanna figure out what’s been spooking the locals

namjoon says he doesn’t believe in the supernatural but this is usually said in a small, squeaky chant under his breath as he wanders through the cemetery during witching hour with his six dumb ass friends and why did he have to start that casual conversation with hoseok that one time in biology-

has never had a definite brush with the supernatural BUT 9/10 he’s gonna think a floorboard creaking is the hounds of hell coming after him

it’s even worse that he’s clumsy

if jin isn’t holding onto him he’s most likely gonna run and fall when something remotely worrying happens and they aren’t carrying an injured namjoon through another haunted house again, goddamit joon

his favorite subject is aliens and he’s constantly letting the boys know that they are out there and they are avoiding the human race bc the human race is, in fact, super fucking stupid

is also stuck between wanting to get abducted so he can be left alone or wanting the rest of the world to get abducted so he can be left alone

tough choices, really

if shit goes down namjoon is either hiding behind yoongi or hoseok and he only trusts those two to get him out safely

“the rest of you are despicably hopeless” “you trip on dust, namjoon”

jin

the Responsible Adult

also easily spooked as fuck skfjekfi

ngl he’s only slightly more calm than namjoon but that is not,,,, by much

they usually cling to each other to calm each other down (the fucking waves of anxiety rolling off of the both of them is truly just. terrible. they’re both so nervous you can feel it from right at home behind the screen of your phone from which you’re reading this)

jin babbles when he’s scared too, and starts singing old nursery rhymes his mom sang him when he was still scared of the monsters under his bed

but ok. his reflexes are WAY better than namjoon’s bc where namjoon is “scream and run”, jin’s is “punch and run”

dude don’t even know what he saw but he’s already swinging

jin knows ghosts are real because he had an imaginary friend as a child who resembled the old owner of his house pretty spot on

since he figured that out, he can’t sleep in his old room alone any more and will use any excuse in the book to share with his parents when he visits

jin is always carrying snacks for the boys bc cryptid hunting is brutal man,, here’s a protein bar and some holy water

uses a fanny pack to carry said snacks and while yoongi has made every joke in the book abt it, who is the one carrying the antiseptic in a conveniently stored place when said min yoongi gets a cut hm

hoseok

ok ok hoseok had a somewhat similar experience to yoongi as a kid and is also a great demon hunter

his family taught him about the evil shits as a kid so he’s always been aware of them even if kids always called him dumb for thinking they were real

uniquely enough, his choice of weapon is a bow and arrow (also dipped in holy water but depending on what they hunt, he could use anything speared by his arrow)

he really REALLY loves hunting famous lore tho like one time they actually tried to find bigfoot and he was so excited the whole time he couldn’t sleep. he learned the mating call and everything

(yoongi brought earplugs specifically for this reason)

he used to be easily spooked as a kid but now he’s steeled his nerves, if only to become the best monster hunter he can be

does copious amounts of research with joonie (listen ok they have sleepovers together and just geek out over the possibilities of some cryptid existing somewhere and hoseok gets stars in his eyes imagining what could be. namjoon loves analyzing the logic and sets hoseok on the right path since he tends to get a bit daydreamy when it comes to the famous stuff)

imagine him just freakin slaying a demon in front of the boys and getting a cocky lil smirk on his face

“calm down buffy, your ego is gonna be too big to fit in the van home”

jimin

ngl first thing he thinks about when his friends talk abt the supernatural is unicorns and fairies

he’s not v acquainted with the darker stuff

honestly doesn’t know why he’s hanging out with them all but he’s just happy to be here

always asks questions about what the boys know or have experienced. he’s really interested and he gets v empathetic

“no taehyung we can’t watch the poltergeist tonight, you know how uncomfortable it makes namjoon and jin” “we hunt these things daily u know that right”

v interested in magic

anything the boys find that involves magic, jimin is 110% hyper focused on the subject

he does his own lil research in his own time but he can’t help reading creepypastas sometimes

he doesn’t know any better ok!!!

also carries snacks but in a backpack bc he really can’t get behind the fanny pack

jin: they’re convenient

jimin: they’re a fashion abomination is what they are

one time they were hunting a monster that jumped out at taehyung and jimin just fuckin

decked it

like no thought just a right hook to the eye(s)

there were multiple eyes and jimin couldn’t stop whining abt the residue on his hand as they ran back to the van to hide

he’s just having a good time with his friends and didn’t really sign up for the monster bit but that’s okay

taehyung

so uh

taehyung can talk to the dead

this has actually been a thing he could do since he was a kiddo and similarly to hoseok, he was shunned for it because nobody believed him

he communicates with past relatives or family friends of his often for his family (who also know and find it kind of lovely what he can do) and sometimes passes on things for the dead to their living family

like he’ll order orange tulips sent to the home of a grieving widow bc her recently deceased husband asked him to do him that favor, something her husband had been planning on picking up for her the day he died

or he’ll quietly look after his classmate whose mother died because he was asked to. he’ll share his lunch with her and make sure she eats because her mother just knows she’s not well

when he met hoseok (who is really the heart of this lil group), he just felt so much relief at finally being understood

he’s really a great mediator for ghosts when they encounter them and he’s so helpful at leading them to the afterlife if needed

he’s really not scared of much to be honest. he finds everything so fascinating

sometimes it drains him being kind of a connect between the human and spiritual world but he’s so glad he was born that way, it’s helped him meet so many wonderful people and he loves who he is

and yeh ok taehyung abuses his power like the lil shit he is sometimes

tae: did you wash the dishes

jk: *clearly lying* yeh

tae: the ghost standing next to you begs to differ

jk: ...for the love of god taE NOT AGAIN

jungkook

ok, like i said,,, dude is an adrenaline junkie

jungkook does not give two flying shits he will deadass fight a headless forest demon in his living room if he has to

jungkook fears no man or god

strongest member so he’s always the one to carry namjoon when he inevitably hurts himself and has to be helped

even tho he’s not easily scared for his own life, he is scared for his family and friends

his worst nightmare is losing any of them to something they hunt

sometimes he’ll line windows and doors in his house with salt discreetly, just enough for it to work and just enough that his mom won’t yell at him for wasting perfectly good salt

is always researching protection spells and things just in case he’ll ever need em, usually consults yoongi for help too

“who do you think would win in a fight between mothman and a wendigo”

genuinely cannot function on an empty stomach and the boys have to stop by convenience stores to buy him like six cups of instant ramen just to satiate him

of course jin has some snacks in his handy fanny pack if needed (and has made painstakingly clear if jungkook mocks said fanny pack that he will be banned from getting snacks from it for the rest of his “measly young life”)

jungkook has some good sense and hasn’t said a word (but he has thought a copious amount, for sure)

#majspeaks #majwrites #idk if i should tag this as scenarios but fuk it im gonna it #bts scenarios #bts #monster hunter au

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impala-dreamer · 7 years

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NJCon Through A Dreamer's Eyes...

My Memories of the weekend. It’s long, so it’s under the cut.

I know I’m going to forget things, but here’s what I remember most: (in no logical order)

Jason Manns is a really cool dude. We had a few moments that made me think some thoughts. My selfie with him is one of my fave pics from the weekend. We’re totally in love. Lol.

Emily Swallow is a beautiful bird who has been magicked to us from the 1970s and I want to have a sleepover girly party with her and I told her as much. She’s beautiful.

I’m fairly certain that Kim Rhodes and I are the same person.

I want to bed Brianna. And I have no shame in saying that.

Ruth Connell is the most adorable being to ever walk the Earth AND she can fucking sing like an angel and I want to put her in my pocket to keep her forever.

Shoshanna is an absolutely beautiful soul. Her panel was incredible and I cried through most of it. Immediately bought an auto with her afterwards and I’m so happy that I got to meet her. She’s just… an exceptional human being.

Louden Swain!!! So… this is funny. I have always loved Mike. He’s adorable. I said as much when they took the stage on Friday, and April (who just met my husband) says, “Yeah, because he’s an Asian version of Bill (my husband)” to which i was like “Naw…. OH MY LORD you’re right!” lol. I even sent Bill and picture and he goes “Yeah, that’s me!” lol. So… I go to get my CD signed, and I was going down the line and I said “Hi” to Billy, bc … whatever. He gets enough attention. I told Steven about my 10 year old being a drummer and he was like “Awe, cool!” And then.. I get to Mike. I put my hands on the table and leaned over and said: “You wanna hear the most awkward thing you’ll hear all weekend?” He looks up and says “YES!”. “I love you and you’re adorable and I just realized it’s because you look just like my husband.” And he turned pink and giggled. I walked away very proud of myself! Lol.

Jake Abel. Jake… Abel…. He grew up, dude. Wow. That man… is gorgeous. His panel was awesome and we all walked away with a twinkle in our eyes. Well, then we get to his autograph, and April is all cute and nice to him. I get up and lean down on the table (this apparently is my “you listen here, sonny” move of the weekend) and I said, “You sir, are incredibly charming. You panel was great.” And he said “I love compliments! Keep them coming!” April chimes in with “You converted her! She hated Adam!” And I was like “Hold up, I don’t HATE Adam… OK, I did… “ Turn back to Jake and wag my finger at him and go, “You are charming as fuck. Keep it up” And he laughed. He’s fucking charming, and he needs to know that. Lol

JDM: That man OOZES testosterone. I don’t even like him, but he walked passed me and April and my knees actually buckled. He is SEX on legs. I’m not even exaggerating. And he’s so sweet and kind and just amazing.

Rachel Minor was beautiful and so sweet and just a lovely person. Her panel was great and she was truly excited to see everyone. For her autograph, I don’t know what happened, but I just about started to cry, so I turned my face away and she said “No, No, it’s OK” And she grabbed my hand and squeezed me a bit. She was so … she’s just a kind unicorn and that’s the end of that. I will love her for the rest of my days.

Karaoke was LOUD and hilarious. Emily was my favorite thing ever and she wore a Tiger costume and did the running man. She is literally adorable.

SNS- AMAZING. Like, I could probably do 3K just on that, but I won’t. Just know it was very emotional for me and I cried hard. HARD.

MARK SHEPPARD: He was my first photo op. I was a little nervous, but I pushed through. I walked up and said “I have always loved you, Mark.” He smiled and I went to hug him, but he turned me and pressed his cheek to mine for the photo. He was solid and real and I was like “Holy crap”. After the photo, he’s still got his hands on me and I said, “We’re all going to miss you.” And he squeezed my shoulder. I walked away, hit the door and started crying. I don’t know what it was, or why, but I cried. He has been in every single show I’ve ever loved, and … he’s just… MARK. So cool. His panel was FUCKING HILARIOUS AND I LOVE HIM. My auto with him: I have my box ready to sign, but I have a specific place I need J2M2 to sign it, because I’m insane. So… It went something like this:

Me: Hi Mark!Mark: Hi. (kinda smile. He goes to sign the top and I waved my hand over it)

Me: No! Could you please sign on this side?

Mark: No.

Me: Please?Mark: Where?

Me: Here (shows spot)

Mark: No.

Me: Please?Mark: Why?Me: Because I need you to sign in here.

Mark: Why?Me: Because I love you.

Mark: No.

Me: Fucking Sign It!Mark: Well, tip it up!Me: THANK YOU!

Mark: *Smirk*

It was magical and I love him so much.

MISHA COLLINS: I woke up Saturday morning and my first thought was MISHA!!! So… I go in for the auto, and amazingly I’m not too nervous. I see him standing there and I think “fuck, he’s skinny” lol. I watch him do his thing, some girl jumps on his back, another does a silly pose. Then these girls are asking him to do something and he’s saying ‘no’, he doesn’t want to, but they insist, and so they pose with him “smacking” their asses. It kinda seemed like he wasn’t happy with it. So, anyway, I get up and I’m like “Hi Mr. Collins!” And he says Hi, and then I was like “Um… dealer’s choice.” So we smushed together and he gave like a finger gun. It was cute, but I walked away kinda disappointed. Like, he wasn’t MISHA. It was weird. Later at his panel he explained how he’d been traveling for like 17 hours to get there and had taken a sleeping pill and then not slept on the plane, so apparently not-Misha was just exhausted-Misha, so I gave him a pass. We’re cool again. He’s still Misha. BTW- we got TWO Misha panels because of a JDM time issue on Sunday and it was awesome. He is … well… Misha. He’s funny and filthy and I love him. Sigh.

His auto: I had him sign “Sam’s side” of the box. Because I know Crowley and Sam hate each other, so I split up my Destiel for Sam’s sake (did I mention I’m insane? OK, cool)

He goes to sign THE TOP! So I said “i’m so sorry, I gotta direct you to sign over here” and he kinda was like “Fuck you, I do what I want” But he did. IN GOLD. Everyone else signed in silver, but Misha used GOLD because… it’s fuckin’ Misha. Anyway… I said “I know you must be exhausted, but thank you so much for being here. You are fucking amazing.” And he looked up… and Winked that big-ass, Misha wink. And I was like “fuck yeah” Misha.

JENSEN ACKLES: What do I say about Jensen? Do I describe how I could barely look him in the face? I guess I’ll be honest and tell the truth as it happened to me….

I shared an op with my Stephie (bless her for snatching that up for us). I was fine on line, we get in the room and I start freaking out. Halfway up the line I turn to her and say, “I don’t feel good” And she goes “You’re fine” and I’m like, “I am. I got this.”

Then I feel it. I know I’m going to cry. It’s so tight in my gut and it’s working it’s way up. Now, my fear before hand was being taken out of line in my Jared op, so for this to be happening for Jensen kinda shocked me. So, I finally see him, and I grabbed Steph’s arm and I remember saying “THIGHS” lol. But then all hell breaks loose inside of me. I start shaking and the tears are coming. We get two away, and I spin around away from Jensen and say aloud, “I AM NO OK!” So the I’m Alive lady steps towards me, but Steph calls her off and just spins me back around, has her hand on my back and she’s like “It’s OK, bring it down. You got this.” And SOMEHOW I managed to suck it all up and walk over to Jensen.

Now, here’s where it gets blurry. I look up at his face and I go, “Oh My God!” And I run to him. He opens his arms, and I duck under one, and Steph the other. I have my arm around his back and I didn’t know what to do with my hand, so I shoved it up under his arm. Lol. So I’m… in Jensen’s pits. And … I took a deep breath. (did not like his smell. Don’t hate me. It did not agree with my nose. lol) Anyway… then I said thanks and walked out. NOW- STEPH Says That I also said “I WANT TO SQUISH YOU!” But I clearly blacked out, because I do not remember that. Anyway, next thing I know, we are standing outside (edited for adult content) and I am full on panic attack. My entire body is shaking. My stomach is quaking, I can’t breath. I’m just clinging to the balcony bricks like “HOLY FUCKING SHIT” and I takes me about thirty mins to calm down. I go back to the room and kick April out and I just cried. Like, full on, sobbing tears. Then, dried off, took a shot of whiskey and moved on with my life.

I met Jensen twice more that day, but I’ll save those for later.

JARED PADALECKI: I was not nervous. I was not emotional. I got online, and I was fine. I saw his shoes first. And then as we got closer, his legs, then his hands, and then finally his face. I started to get a little choked up, but the girl behind me was full on crying, so I turned and said to her “You listen to me, Jared is a ray of sunshine and he’s about to make everything ok” And she calmed down. I think telling her to stop crying actually kept me from crying. OK. So…

The song playing when we walked in was Bad Company “Shooting Star” And I was air guitaring to keep my hands from shaking. Then it changed to Tiffany “I think we’re alone now”, and Jared did the BOOTY DANCE!!! And I died a little.

Then he gets a phone call. He says “i’m so sorry, it’s the wifey” So he steps back a bit and answers, then he’s talking to his kids and his face is just… he’s so smiley and happy and peaceful. He kept coming back to the line like “i’m so sorry, just a sec” and we were all like “do what you gotta do dude” I could watch him talk on the phone forever.

Then… right next to me Rachel shows up from the back door to say hi. And he drops to his knees and is talking to her, and he’s so focused and loving and they chat and I’m just like “Is this man for real?” He is.

He comes back to line finally and walks towards the giant light and says “I’m Burning up!” And lifts his shirt to fan himself and there it is: Padabelly. I saw his light brown leather belt and a tiny tiny line of his Saxx and I … yeah. Anyway…

So I get up to him and he turns to me and smiles so beautifully and I said “Hi!” And he says “How are ya?” And I said “I’m aldhflUKeglKShg”. A weird squeak comes out and I just lunge at him and bury my face in his chest. So he kinda shrugs and we take a hug picture.

I walked away… I swear to god I have never felt so happy in my whole life. It was like my body was floating on a cloud. My heart was full of cotton candy and unicorns. Jared was so genuine, and enjoying being there and so so happy. And if Jared Padalecki is happy, there is nothing wrong in the world.

We made it back to the hotel room and I burst out singing and dancing “I’ve got everything that I need, right in front of me” And I think I scared April, but it was appropriate. I was so so happy.