#jimin is a teacher

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ teacher assistant!jimin ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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teacher assistant!jimin always grades your paper first so it'll be last in the pile when he gives them out the next day. oh and let’s not forget the golden star he puts on your paper. it’s an inside joke…. kind of. from the corner of his eye, he would watch as you anxiously wait for him to call your name. alas, when he finally does; he dismisses everyone else. as everyone packs up and leaves, you happily skip to him and thank him for his notes on your draft. he smiles warmly and tells you, "you deserve it. you worked hard." you laugh. “just say my writing is your favourite.” jimin rolls his eyes but agrees. “yes, ___. your writing is my favourite.” then, just as you're about to flatter him, your best friend tugs you over and whines, "how many more A's are you gonna give ___? kinda offensive since she's more of a D cup—"

teacher assistant!jimin never really knows what your schedule is like. every day, you have something to do after his class. today, as you're rushing to leave, you take a moment to stop in front of his desk and open your bag. you take out a container filled with cookies. "i made these for you!" you begin. "i hope you're not allergic to nuts... they're white macadamia cookies. i think i saw you eating one before class the other day s-so i just thought—" he takes them. "thank you. they look good." you take a breath in and giggle. "g-good. i... uhm, i have to get going b-but yeah.. enjoy the cookies, jimin." when you leave, he smiles to himself and takes a cookie out of the baggie. he bites into it, and thinks to himself... this is the best cookie he has ever eaten.

teacher assistant!jimin saves the last few cookies for the evening. on his way home, he bumps into nam joon. "oh, you got cookies too?" nam joon beams, as he takes a baggie of cookies out of his hoodie pocket. nam joon gives jimin a toothy smile. "is it ta appreciation day or something? did ___ give you some too? she's cute, huh? i didn't know she was taking a class of yours." jimin feels his chest tighten. why did nam joon get cookies too? didn't you make these just for him? you mentioned knowing it was his favourite. white chocolate macadamia nut cookies are not nam joon's favourite. in all honesty, jimin isn't sure what is nam joon's favourite but it just can't be his favourite. because those fucking cookies aren't for him. oh. jimin is pissed. trying to keep it together, he answered nam joon; "she takes my 10AM." nam joon munches on his cookie. "that's cool. she's in my 12PM—ah, shit. is this white chocolate macadamia? isn't this your favourite? i'm more of an oatmeal chocolate chip kind of guy but this is sooo fucking good." jimin's lips curve into a half smile. so... the cookies must've really been for him—"i bet the others really like this cookie though. she has that jin guy as her professor professor and you know what all the girls here say about him—" nam joon swallows the rest of the cookie. "he likes girls with D cups."

teacher assistant!jimin would be the pettiest little shit to you the next time he sees you. he’d ignore you as you walked in and said good morning to him. then, every time you raised your hand, he’d pick someone who didn’t even have their hand raised. at all costs, he was avoiding eye contact with you. like what??? rude…. also, he gave you your paper FIRST. there wasn’t even any written feedback. no. gold. star. yet, you have to give him some credit. at least his bitter feelings towards you didn’t effect your—a D????? he gave you a D????? this is WRONG. this is unacceptable. as the class is dismissed, you gather your things to talk to him. jus as you approach him, he swings his bag over his bag and bumps into you. “oh shit, sorry—“ “i got a D.” “yeah… that sucks.” with a frown, you confront him. “you’ve never given me a D.” “it was nothing personal, ms. ___… your writing lacked. it wasn’t good. anyways, i gotta get going. i’ll see you next class. if you really want, take it up with prof. he takes re-submissions for one assignment per student.” as he moves past you, under your breath you huff; “nothing personal? bullshit.”

teacher assistant!jimin doesn’t know what to do when you yell his name in the middle of campus. at first, he wants to believe it’s all his head. so, he continues to walk away. but then… everyone starts to turn their heads and look at him… why? because of you. you’re storming to him with no thoughts—just a tired heart. “jimin!” you yell with the kind of tone that has everyone intimidated. finally, he stops. he turns around and stands still as you approach him. you huff, “did i do something?” he tilts his head at you. “what?” you roll your eyes at him, shoving your paper to his chest. “d stands for did i do something.” jimin takes your paper and shrugs. “ms. ___, like i said… take it up with prof. i’m clocked out—“ “bullshit.” “ms.___—“ “oh my god, jimin! you know my name. you have my number—which is a waste since i’m still waiting for you to text me—and you always look at me in class like you could—“ jimin grabs your wrists and drags you to a tree nearby. at least here, people would have to squint to watch what happens next. “let go—“ you shake his grip off of you. he glares at you in return. “if you have a problem with me, figure it out. drop out of the class, talk to the prof or—“ “we’re almost finished the sem, why the hell would i drop this class—“ jimin hates this. he feels like he could hate you. “i don’t have time to deal with you acting like a child—“ in disbelief, you poke his chest. “like a child? oh come on! i spend all my class time looking at you with heart eyes and my free time baking you cookies. my writing is your favourite. there’s no way it deserved a D. also, i’ve been waiting for like… EVER. waiting for your text—now, on a random wednesday morning—you think i’m a child? now? really? are you mad at me or something—“ he gulps. “yes.” your eyes widen. “yes?” jimin sighs, letting himself sound ridiculous, “yes. i’m mad at you. you do all that shit and have these cute conversations with me—and then do this whole cookie gesture… but it wasn’t for me.” “what are you talking about?” “you made cookies for all your ta’s.” you hold back your smile. “that’s it? you gave me a D because you were jealous? over cookies?” jimin hisses and just as he’s about to turn and walk away from you, you run up in front of him. “hey, hey, hey,” you giggle. “i didn’t lie. i made those cookies for you. the other girls i have class with made their own batch and gave them out to their ta’s. is this about nam joon? i only gave him cookies because there were the uglier ones and i wanted to suck up to him… he’s your friend. i want your friends to like me.” jimin raises a brow. “what about jin? isn’t he your favourite?” you shrug. “you’re my favourite.” jimin chuckles, not believing your truth. trying to convince him, you plead with your eyes. “and what’s this all about? like, what about him? he gave me the recipe. he told me your favourite cookie. said we’d be cute together so he wanted to help me out. god, are you actually this jealous? is it bad that i’m really into it?” jimin’s heart skips a beat. ”s-so… you have a crush on me or something?” you throw your head back, laughing at his cuteness. wrapping your arms around him, you tiptop and kiss his cheek. “depends. can you reconsider my D while i consider yours?”

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[explicit-tae]

Cruel World (Mommy Issues)

It’s sad your brother wasted all this time getting into college just to be expelled.

Word Count: 1.845

Warning: yandere themes, stalking, cruelty to animals, cheating, unprotected sex, kissing, dirty talking, mommy kink,

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You never intended on staying with Jungkook for as long as you had. It wasn't longer than a week - how the two of you managed to come to and from the University was beyond you. But you made it work. Seokjin had managed to keep his distance from you just as you managed to do the same. There had been several instances where you desired to call him, but you're unsure what there is to be said. He stormed off out of your classroom and left you there stranded, after all. 

You're unsure how you should feel when it comes to Seokjin and him going under the vasectomy. Could you truly be angry at him? You wanted children but he was adamant that he didn't. He never has lied to you about this - not until when it came to the surgery. A part of you feels selfish for feeling the way you do. You laid with Jungkook day after day, allowing him to fuck you however he wanted and hold you right after. It wasn't fair for Seokjin to get a vasectomy without your knowledge - but neither was you going against your marriage with an affair.

Your lips place themselves onto Jungkook's, moaning into the warm kiss as your hips jut. His cock deepens inside of you, twitching at your wet walls. Jungkook is the first to break the kiss, no longer able to contain the moan in his throat. The comforter falls from your shoulders when you lean back, your naked bad hitting the coolness of the air. Your hips begin to jut once more, hands roaming Jungkook's naked chest. You can feel his hands lazily lay on your hips as you continue to ride him. 

No matter how many times you and Jungkook had sex, your pussy always captivates him. It traps him - as if he was caught in your web and unable to get himself out. But Jungkook didn't want to not be a part of you - not be around you; inside you. He's a stuttering mess as you bounce on top of him, spewing out love confessions and dirty words. 

Your phone begins to ring loudly, vibrating along on Jungkook's nightstand. You release a sigh, your high slowly dwindling. You remove yourself from Jungkook and snatch your phone. You clicked your tongue and answer the phone.

You don't speak, neither does Seokjin at first. You could hear him breathing on the other line. 

"Y/N." Seokjin calls from the other end. 

"Jin." you respond, sparking Jungkook's attention. 

"Come home." Seokjin sighs. "We need to talk..."

You agreed. You turn towards Jungkook and the look in your eyes tell him what you were going to do.

"I'll be there soon." you tell him, eyes never leaving Jungkook. The man snickers lowly to himself while you bid your farewell to your husband. He sits back against the headboard and watch as you remove yourself from his bed. 

You go to gather your fallen clothes scattered across Jungkook's bedroom floor. You don't appear to be in a rush, Jungkook notes. However, you're leaving regardless - leaving him like you did that day months ago. It saddens him, but he refuses to show it. He had to prove to you that he was a man, not a crying boy on his knees begging you to stay.

"Is this it?" you hear Jungkook behind you. He sounds dangerously close, and you never heard him coming. "You're going back to him? You're going to forget everything we have?"

You sigh inaudibly. It was easier said than done when it comes to leaving Jungkook. You're unsure how'd he react. Your classroom being ruined was a hefty clean up, nor did you wish to see him cry his eyes out once more. 

You turn towards Jungkook. He towers over you, both still naked, and meets your eyes. He waits for an answer, and you're unsure exactly what to tell him. "Seokjin-" you stop when you remember Jungkook doesn't like you saying his name. "my husband...he's, my husband."

Jungkook snickers once more. He wears a smile, but it isn't genuine. He doesn't want to cry or scream and shout at you. He doesn't want to ruin him bedroom in a jealous rage - not anymore. 

"Okay." Jungkook shrugs. "If you want to go back to him then I will no longer fight you."

Your heart sinks. You don't know how to respond to Jungkook. You don't wish to hurt him - but you've already have. You continue to hurt him by leading him on in thinking there could ever be anything outside of sex.

"Just be with me one last time." Jungkook pleads. He reaches out to place a hand on your check, thumb lightly tracing the outline of your lips. "Then you can go and pretend to be in love with your useless husband."

"I do love him." you respond, but you allow Jungkook to come closer. You feel his lips on your neck, placing small pecks.

"I'm sure you do." Jungkook murmurs against your skin. He doesn't care to hear you lie to him and yourself. You may love your husband sure - but you weren't in love with him. Not when you came back to him each time. 

You're unsure how you and Jungkook sat beneath his shower, hot water staining your skin. Time passes by with Jungkook - sometimes it appears as a blur, and most times it goes by slowly. You often forget the outside world when you're with the younger man.

Jungkook lifts you, so that your back is against the cold, tiled wall. But his cock centers itself at your entrance, teasing not only you, but him. 

Jungkook connects his lips to yours, moaning into the steamy kiss. He has no intentions of truly letting you go, however, there isn't a reason for you to know. He would savor in this moment of having you.

You moan into the kiss as Jungkook's cocks enters you. He pumps into you at a slow pace, truly reveling in your essence. His forehead lays upon yours.

You're sure neither of you were going to last long, not now. The sex is passionate - it was a goodbye. It was ridiculous to do such a thing as you were a married woman - and you would continue to see him as he was your student. However, it was time to allow Jungkook to go. You couldn't allow him to be manipulated by you and waste away his young life hoping you'd be with him. 

"You're so good to me, baby." you moan, nails digging into Jungkook's shoulders. You're clenching around him as he continues to thrust inside of you. 

"I could be better." Jungkook groans, eyes clenched shut. Your pussy feels amazing, but it never not does. He would be content in just having you and just you. "I could do anything you ask from me, mommy."

"I just..." you bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. "....want you to make mommy cum."

And Jungkook does. He releases you from his embrace and turns you around. Your breast and now pressed against the tile wall. Jungkook enters you without warning and begins to pound inside of you - loud moans and grunts. Jungkook is lucky to live alone. His abdomen is slapping against your ass as he fucks inside of you. Your moans you once attempted to hide becomes louder.

Jungkook enters the small apartment then proceeds to close the door behind him. He doesn't make it far into the apartment before he feels something at his feet, rubbing against his ankles. His eyes cast downward to the small animal - an orange cat - sniffing him. He leans down and grabs it into his arms. He offers the cat a smile before entering deeper into the apartment. 

Jungkook was on a mission, after all. He didn't take lightly to disrespect - and disrespect he was given. You were someone he would let slide time and time again - you are ignoring his phone calls and messages, that was alright. You refusing to look his way when he was around, he can handle. But to have Jimin - not only your younger brother but also a fellow alumnus - threaten him? That wasn't what he took lightly.

How in the world Jimin knew of your and Jungkook's little affair, he wouldn't know. But it wasn't as though he could even ask. You had changed your number over time, the one you had before, telling him that you could not be reached. You had also requested Jungkook be removed from your classroom. But you didn't tell the board that it was because you were fucking him. No, it was because, by your quote, "Jungkook is beyond advance to be in my class. I will allow him to have the credit needed to graduate when the time comes."

Jungkook enters the kitchens and rummages through the cabinet and fridges. He scoffs at the amount of food Jimin had - which wasn't a lot. He nearly forgets how other people live with less money.

"Ah," Jungkook takes hold of the cookie dough he finds in the fridge. "I love chocolate chip cookies. Don't you?" he asks the cat, who doesn't do anything but stare back at him.

Jungkook turns the over on and rummages around the cabinets for a small pan. He places four small doughs upon the pan and places it inside the oven. He then proceeds to stroll towards Jimin's bedroom. He drops the cat onto Jimin's bed - a small twin size bed at that - and his eyes twinkles at the site of his laptop - open, with what seems to be an essay on his screen.

It was Jungkook's lucky day, it seems. He didn't care for Jimin the same way he cared for you. Ruining your life wasn't he desired to do. He had countless videos of the two of you, but he sat on them. You would come to him without the blackmail, surely. 

However, Jimin's life and likelihood wasn't something he cared for.

Plagiarizing the essay wasn't hard. He already had a copy he needed - the same one you entered years prior for the same class. Surely you being a professor at the same University your brother attends, it would be quite easy for him to get his hands on your essay. 

Jungkook hits send just as the alarm on the oven sounds. "Cookies are done, kitty." Jungkook makes his way into the kitchen, cat in tow. He grasps a small towel and takes out the freshly baked cookies. 

The cat meows and Jungkook hums. He kneels down after placing the hot tray upon the stove. "You're a cute one." he murmurs, picking up the cat and rubbing its head. "You must be wondering why I'm here."

The cat meows as if responding to Jungkook. 

"The things you do for love." Jungkook shakes his head. "And vengeance." he says before placing the cat inside of the oven and closing it. He chooses to ignore the squeals coming from inside of it. He proceeds to grab his cookies and make his way out.

Sad Girl (Next)

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[xoxiu]

autumn outside the post office - jin x reader

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≪ how long will beautiful things last? ≫

summary: it wasn't your fault that dr. kim was the most beautiful man you've ever seen. falling for him was entirely your fault, however. first semester at college and you're already dreaming of a student/professor relationship- so naughty and against the code of conduct. you like the thrill, though.

tags/warnings: smut, teacher!jin, college au, cute yet forbidden romance, daddy dom!jin, love triangles, frat boys jungkook and taehyung, age regression, age play, ddlg, spanking, eating disorders, mental health, first love, exhibitionism, lots of blowjobs, age gap

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"Today we're going to be starting our first novel, Our Twisted Hero."

For once, you stared outside the window during literature class, looking at something other than Dr. Kim. You felt too guilty, uncomfortable, and dirty after what you did. He was your professor, and you kissed him.

And you liked it.

What made it all worse is that you wanted more. You wanted to be absolutely destroyed by this man, and then lovingly cuddled immediately after. You wanted him, nothing but him, and all of him.

"y/n?" A voice called out your name- it was Dr. Kim. You snapped out of your thoughts and turned your focus back on the class. Seokjin smiled as you did so.

"Thank you for rejoining us." You blushed out of embarrassment- you had been caught daydreaming.

The class continued with no other distractions. Still, you were in a dazed high from yesterday. Nothing felt real as you jotted down assignments in your planner. Just like that, you were distracted again. Little hearts covered the empty spaces of your planner as you mindlessly doodled on.

"y/n!" Dr. Kim scolded this time, slamming a book against the desk. You jumped in your seat, sitting up straight and giving your full attention to the professor. A blush heated your face as everyone turned to look at you.

"Since some of us don't want to pay attention, class is over now. Remember to have up to page 20 read and your study guide done for Monday." He looked back at you, solely addressing you, "y/n, I'd like to speak with you for a moment."

You slowly began to pack up your backpack as students filed out of the classroom. Dr. Kim made his way to the back of the class towards you, his eyes burning holes into you. He smirked as you kept your head down, refusing to look up at him.

"You really can't keep me off your mind, can you?" He teased, putting a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His stare soon turned cold again, "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, hun."

"Yes, sir," you blushed at the pet name. Looking down, you noticed a growing bulge in Seokjin's slacks.

"My eyes are up here, y/n." He gripped your chin forcefully. "See something you like?"

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Seokjin released your face and reached behind you to close the blinds. The room grew significantly darker, especially in the back where a fluorescent light above you had burnt out. Wetting your lips, you couldn't keep your eyes off the professor as he leaned against the back wall.

"Knees, now."

Without hesitation, you kneeled on the floor, shuffling closer so you were closer to Dr. Kim. He smiled down at you, running a hand through your hair. You leaned into the touch and closed your eyes.

"Such a good girl, so obedient for Daddy." Seokjin tugged at your hair, forcing a small gasp out of you. Your panties grew wetter from his words. Not a single thought was running through your mind except for Dr. Kim.

The man chuckled above you. "I'm not sure if you deserve this after not paying attention in class. Or was this exactly what you were thinking of?" All you could do was let out a pitiful whine, looking back and forth between his bulge and his face.

"Hmm? What's that? Not as brave as you were yesterday, huh?"

Kissing him felt like nothing; you had kissed guys before this. However, not once were you so close to another person's private area, teetering on the edge of sex. It felt exciting, yet intimidating.

"I-I don't know..." You mumbled, feeling a lot more shy and exposed. You looked away towards the door, anxious that someone may come in. Seokjin seemed to pick up on your worries.

"No one has this room reserved for another hour, don't worry. It's just us." Another hand ran through your hair, gently stroking it and placing a stray strand behind your ear.

You weren't ready for this. It felt wrong. As your eyes darted around the room, you anxiously bounced on your legs. Leading the professor on like this was a horrible thing to do, and for what? All you had was a little crush and now look at you, kneeling in front of your teacher with soaked panties as he palmed his hard-on.

"Maybe you're not ready for this cock, is that it?" You nodded your head, embarrassed tears glazing over your eyes. Your hands came up to cover your face from any more embarrassment or shame.

Seokjin picked you up and placed you on the table next to your bag. You moved your hands away from your face, allowing him to deeply kiss you. Kissing him felt so easy, and when he tugged gently on your bottom lip, you went crazy. Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling him deeper. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and your eyes shot wide open. You pulled away from the kiss, not liking the feeling.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Kim asked, his face full of concern. Biting your lip, you stared at his beautiful, full lips, now tinted red.

"I don't like tongue," You felt ashamed to admit, "Sensory thing..."

He giggled at your bashfulness, placing a gentle peck on your lips.

"I'll try to remember that."

————

The Korean Cultural meeting took place in the library. You decided to skip your meeting at the last minute, deeming it pointless. Classes had been going well, better than well in fact, so you saw no point in attending.

As you approached, Dr. Kim sent you a smile. He pulled out an empty chair for you right next to him. All eyes were now on you. You tensed up as you took a seat, looking around the table with a wavering smile.

Jimin and Taehyung sat across from you, hyping up your arrival. 'There she is!' 'The party can start now!' 'As beautiful as ever!' You blushed at their cheers, desperately wanting them to just shut up. They were so nice and friendly, maybe a bit too much, but it always made you smile.

There were many people you didn't know. They stared at you with confusion, questioning who you were and why Jimin and Taehyung acted so excited to see you. At the end of the table sat Cara with another boy. She was all over him, her legs over his lap and arms embracing his neck, basically sitting on his lap. The boy looked mighty uncomfortable and tired until his eyes landed on you. He looked you up and down, smirking.

You couldn't help but notice his shirt with 'TKE' on it in giant letters. Oh, he was in Tau Kappa Epsilon with Taehyung. Upperclassmen had warned you about them, and how they were the unruly frat house constantly on the verge of being suspended from Greek life. Taehyung made you believe the rumors were all exaggerated lies, but one look at the boy across the table only confirmed the stereotypes. He looked like trouble.

By the time the meeting start time came around, roughly 16 students were in attendance. Once the table capacity was reached, Seokjin gave up his seat next to you, opting to stand between the tables the club was using. There was another professor you didn't recognize who lead the meeting, with Dr. Kim commenting every once in a while.

You felt eyes on you at all times. From the boy at your table to Dr. Kim, you knew you were being watched. You tried your best to ignore it, listening to the speaker, but you couldn't help but take quick glances.

The boy looked you over as if examining you closely. He looked impressed by you, making you feel small under his gaze. His eyes watched your every move, focusing a bit too much on your chest area, as if you were a theatre act. He didn't want to miss a moment of you.

Dr. Kim's eyes were softer, more welcoming. He looked almost proud of you for showing up tonight, thankful that you came. You didn't miss his wink as your eyes met, making you blush and quickly look away.

The meeting concluded sooner than you thought- only lasting a solid 15 minutes. A packet was passed out to everyone, detailing upcoming meetings, events, and a study abroad trip to Korea.

Led by Mr. Kim.

You were the last one remaining at the meeting, logging the meetings and events into your planner. A hand on your shoulder made you jump- you swore you were alone.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Dr. Kim looked down at you with a smile. Smiling back, you closed your planner, giving Seokjin your whole attention.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he said, looking genuinely remorseful.

"It's okay, you didn't know."

Seokjin checked the time on his watch. "I think the buses stopped for the day by now. Shall I drive you home?"

Flustered, you stammered out gibberish. You knew the buses hadn't stopped their routes yet, not until 10 pm. Dr. Kim was lying to you, trying to persuade you into getting into his car. Hesitation flooded your thoughts. You knew that if you got in his car, this relationship would cross the boundaries of a professional relationship. Leaving campus with a teacher was a major red flag. There would be no going back.

"Sure."

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[vinetae]

jimin thinks y/n can’t commit to him and that’s not the truth at all - !Part 2!

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader 

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse! Hurt/comfort, Hurt/no comfort, Shame, Guilt, Anger, (Jimin and Y/n infuriate me so much omg, just like fuck already guys), [f.] Masturbation, soft moments, cuddles, memories, sad reader, ANGST ANGST ANGST AND OH YEAH, ANGST, hinted sex, cunillingus, 

➺ wordcount; 10k

➺ summary; After your final words with Jimin, everything just comes tumbling down. Will fate pull you two back together? Or will the strings of life finally break what was always meant to sever..

A/n: Requested by @chimmy-licious

I DON’T OWN THIS FIC IDEA. This was originally a request to complete a series which had not been updated in three years. I don't claim the idea, nor the first part of this little work. Credit to the original author; @jungshookz

(However, this second part is mine so please do not copy, translate, modify, or repost this anywhere without MY permission to do so.)

With that said, enjoy!

Part 1 - (credit to @jungshookz)

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You had ended up falling asleep on your sofa, body molded around a certain wine Jimin had been saving for your one year anniversary. Lips cracked, nose running, with about a thousand puffs tissues surrounding your worn-out figure. 

You’d been hoping this was some kind of bad dream. 

A reality your internalized anxiety had caused. 

That you’d wake up from this nightmare to see the man you love, passed out peacefully on your full sized bed. Watching as the sun’s morning rays beam down, cracking through the half-way blinds pulled down, illuminating bits and pieces of his baby-like features. His chest, rising and falling in patterns, that had become your lullaby. 

To him throwing an arm sleepily across your figure when you go to kiss his cheek goodbye for the morning, heading out to your early single run session. His mouth parting slightly, strings of protests and soft moans exile, convincing you to not go. 

To stay a little longer. 

“Mmmm, not yet.” He lets out a soft groan, pulling you by the waist back down, until you’re flushed against his body. The point of his chin resting atop your apex, as soft rises of his chest drag your body back down into a sleep. Your lips curve into a gentle smile, trying to wiggle your way out of his arms. Yet, all of the weekends he’d spent at the gym prior to your relationship had still been paying off. 

Now, his weekends only belong to you.

The tears had seemed like an endless river, rushing down to greet the next new paths of its journey. Cheeks puffed and red, as you stand to discard the late night’s binge evidence, and sob session helpers. Everywhere you turned, had been a bitter reminder of the previous night. The small heater that had busted last winter, where you had to curl up in the living room, surrounded by piles of blankets to keep warm, while watching a screened fireplace crackle on your flat screen TV. The digitized embers mocked your broken wallet, and snowed in selves. However, even with the bite of a blizzard’s pearly whites, and a broken heating system, it had become the best few days of Christmas break. 

Tucking himself back in between the comfort of your body and the blankets, his arms tug around your figure, pulling you closer to him to keep warm. The two mugs of hot-chocolate he’d carried along with him on the two feet walk from your kitchen to the living room, had almost killed him. 

However, it’s like his body was set on fire when your head turned, flashing him a warming smile at the sight of the delicious drinks. The white specs lay in your eyes, symbolizing hope. Hope in this winter day passing..

Hope in you lasting.

You suck in a deep breath, taking a look around the clutter of your apartment. Moving boxes stuffed into the corner, while a few furniture pieces had still not yet been unwrapped from their bubble packaged blankets. Your eyes trails across the empty room, memories of the two of you flooding your mind. The first cooking dinner date you had in the kitchen, your first board game night..

Your first..

His leg kicks the door shut. Arms wrapped around your delicate figure, as he unconsciously guides the two of you to the back of your couch’s arm. Knees buckle under the weight, allowing yourself to fall back into the comfort of your sofa. His body towers you, tips of his fingers trailing up the plains of your torso. A small grin tugs his corner lip. 

“May I?” 

With a soft nod, he’s quick to discard the piece of thin fabric. What had started off as a calming walk in the park, hands intertwined as you pointed out the various colors among the busy streets..

Had led to a late morning practice confession. 

You could still feel the lingering of his touch. The way he used to gently caress the top of your head. When you’re cooking, reading ..

.. Making love.

The broad of his shoulders doubles over your own, legs lifting to wrap around his torso. The gentle rock of his hips into yours, the intimate eye contact, had made the moment that much more special. You could feel the warmth of something sliding up to hold onto your hand. Weightful movements, with staggered breaths brought you that much closer to the ending of your beginning. 

“Fu-fuck..” He moans, plush lips parting as the sweat of his brow drips down the side of his face. Your hands reach out, carding your fingers through his damp locks, as your head leans up, capturing his lips in a soft exchange. 

“Y-Y/n..” Letting out sharp breaths, the roll of his hips against yours lulls you into an erotic, passionate spell. His movements had just as much grace and precision as his routines did. As if he’d been crafted from the gentle sway of a tree’s moves himself. You could feel the tensing of his biceps above you, as his face lowers down to press butterfly-like kisses along the paths of your chest. Lips lingering on the erect bud of your breast, his tongue grazing across the surface of your skin, eyes glancing up to lock onto yours. 

You’d never seen someone look at you the way he had..

Your feet unconsciously guide you down the small corridor of your apartment. Fingertips dragging along the chipped and worn out wall’s memories. The tears you’d thought you’d ridden yourself of, coming back to play a taunting and tortuous melody. As if they’d wanted you to be in this much pain.. Your hands reach the small picture frames along the small of your hallway’s little nightstand in the corner. Framed photographs and polaroid pictures sat along the surface’s flat, as you admired the little contents and reminiscences. 

Truly, if walls could talk..

“Really Y/n!” His voice echoes down the empty hall, as you take to lean against the wall’s turn corner. He’d been so set on this idea for so long. Your hands gently hold up a small mug of coffee you’d made in the morning. 

“I.. don’t really know what you mean.” Jimin lets out a huff of frustration, turning on his heel to face your figure. Lips turning down into a short pout. 

“I just.. We’ve been together for some time now, and all of the pictures we take when we go places..” You lips the small mug to your lips, taking a minor sip of the hot liquid’s content. Tonguing on the idea he’d been advocating so passionately for the last ten minutes. 

“Well, we just don’t really go anywhere.. Besides, Why would I display us here-” You motion to the empty nightstand top, “instead of there?” pointing to your bedroom’s entrance. Jimin’s lips don’t open to counter, but the pout still remains. After a few seconds of silence, you let out a sigh, setting the mug down on the counter. Arms coiling around his somber figure, pulling his body closer to your own. Your head buried deep into his chest, as you finally let out. 

“You’re right.. I just-” You pull away to glance up at him. “Wouldn’t it look weird to my friends if they saw me posing with our dance instructor?” He’s hesitant to pull away, leaving your embrace for the chilling emptiness of alone’s instead. Back turned, as he goes to pick up the set of keys he’d always lay on the little fruit bowl you’d bought from a consignment shop prior to moving in three years ago. 

“Jimin?” 

Clicking on the door evicts the hopeful silence. 

You hadn’t seen him again for another three days after that. Miss Im had to cover for his classes at the studio, though she hadn’t explained why. It wasn’t until almost the fifth night that your phone had gone off during a marathon of reality TV that no one really watches anymore. Swiping up, your phone unlocks, displaying the new message. 

[New message ]

Unknown: Come outside.

You: Who is this?

Unknown: You’ll see.

Yeah.. that’s not murderous at all..

You: I’m not listening to a stranger.

Unknown: Party pooper, Y/n.. 😔

You: Who is this?

Unknown: Your boyfriend who’s about to bust down your door lug you over my shoulder and kidnap you if you don’t come down 😈

[Typing.. ] Jimin? Why are yo-

Wait.. this might be a trap..

[Typing..] How aggressive.. I still don’t know who this is.

[Send?] 🗹

 You: How aggressive.. I still don’t know who this is.

Read: 9:54PM

It wasn’t long until you heard a banging against your apartment door. 

Great. This is where you die. 

You always thought you could escape the killer psychopath movies, because you’re obviously smarter than those characters.

Soon, you hear the jiggling of the key in the lock, forcing your door open. 

_

“I told you I’d bust down this door if- why are you holding a lamp?” His head tilts to the side, chuckling softly at your defense position. You’d grabbed the closest thing to you..

Which ended up being the lamp your grandmother had gifted you a year ago. 

“I.. uh-” You quickly set the object down, clearing your throat. “Y-You were acting like a serial killer! Why did you text me from a random number anyways?!” 

Jimin lets out a chuckle, making a b-line towards your guarded figure, still slightly gripping the couch’s end for support. “Sorry.. I forgot to tell you. I dropped my phone in the toilet when I was brushing my teeth. Had to get a new one.” He pulls the small mobile from his jeans pocket, giving proof to his story. The small, sleeked blackened case had allured the cellphone with a mysterious aura. His eyes trail along the grip you had kept on the sofa, tugging a smile on his lips. 

“Damn.. what I wouldn’t give to be a couch..” He chuckles, grabbing your hand to lead you out the doorway before you could protest. 

“Jimin what are we-” 

“Shh..” He stops, facing his torso to catch your eyes. You look down, noticing a black, silk dangling in his grasp. 

“Do you trust me?” 

_

His hand slips into yours, as you’re being blindly led through a maze of foreign objects in which you had no idea what had been. Some felt like bushes and a few trees, others felt like different types of people. You could definitely hear the sounds of the city. Loud honks, blaring music, booming radios and more. Until suddenly, it just-

“Okay, we’re here..” He slowly removes the blindfold, as your eyes adjust to the newly dimmed lighting. Once there’d been no more pain from the sudden exposure, your heart drops at the sight. 

You were in the dance studio. 

The lights had been dimmed, with a soft, pink glow illuminating in the foreground. Jimin takes a few steps backwards, clicking a small button from the little remote in his hand. Suddenly, a twinkle of sparkling glows lit up the whole studio, making the mirror reflect ten times as much as the small practice room had been. It had looked like an endless fairytale, in which you never wanted to leave. 

Soon, you felt his hands slip into yours. His chocolatey irises bare down, taking your gaze as a sign for speech. 

“I know I might not be good at the whole ‘love’ thing..” 

“Mhm, maybe not.” You tease. His eyes roll, slightly squeezing your hands in his. 

“You’re not so good yourself, miss I’m-a-love-expert” You giggle, hitting his arm softly in response. “That was one time, let it go!” 

His lips part slightly, chuckling at your retort. “Okay okay.. Letting go. So back to what I was saying-” 

“You were saying how talented and awesome I am.” You grin slightly, hoping he’d take the bait. 

“Yes I was- wait what?” 

“Nothing.” 

His eyebrow raises in question, but continues on. 

“Well it was along those lines but..” He takes a deep breath. “I know we might not be good at this whole love thing.. and we are both pretty stubborn..” 

“No I’m not.” 

“Yes you are.” 

“Am not.” 

“Are too!” 

“Am not.” 

“Y/n! This is being stubborn!” His voice raises above the little classical music you’d creating a routine for the past few weeks, for the upcoming performance. A smile brushes your lips, as you put your hands up in surrender.

“Alright alright.. I’m sorry. Please, continue.” 

“Okay. as I was saying -” He sends you a side eye. 

You giggle. 

“I know we’re both good at one thing.” His grasp pulls you to the center of the room, as he plugs in his new Iphone from the sidelines. A snazzy, emotional classic comes over the speakers, as he reaches out his hand for an offer. 

Your eyebrow raises. “Bickering?” 

His eyes roll, shaking his head. “You’re something, I swear..” 

You take his offered hand, chuckling at your accomplishment. “Not really.” Your bodies move along slowly to the music, before he’s spinning you around gently, until you’re facing him directly. 

“It’s funny, seeing my dance teacher all pouty.” 

His arms wrap around your body, tugging you to him until your back is flushed with his chest. Breath-filled whispers trail along the planes of your neck, as his lips brush the shell of your ear lightly. 

“Well, I’m not your dance instructor right now..”

He twirls you out, pulling you back in, with your arms catching steady around his neck. His hands pressed into your hips, as your lips barely brush one another’s. His heavy breaths mixed with yours creates a certain type of potion, that seems to have you both under a heavy spell. 

You could barely find your voice, as you could hear the classical, emotional melody switch to something much more intense. A deep base, kicking snares, and an R&B melodic voice to drown out the worries of this world, putting all of your focus on the moment. You could barely get out two little words from the intensity of it all. 

“Kiss me.” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Once your apartment had looked -somewhat- decent, you checked the new notifications on your phone.

July 2nd, 7:30AM (5 minutes ago)

HYBE DANCE ACADEMY OFFICE OF ADMINISTRATIONS <[email protected]> to me 

Miss Y/N Y/L/N, 

This is your two-hour reminder email, along with a text message that will be sent to you for the consultation with the Dean set at 9:30AM (July 2nd),  today. Please remember to bring your Student ID with you. The closing window for any cancellations has now ended. 

Thank You.

HYBE DANCE ACADEMY, Office of Administrations

You close out the email, tossing your phone across the room to let it land on the bed. Deciding to take a quick shower before the meeting, you drop the rest of your clothes to the floor, reaching past the glass door of your shower, turning the faucet on. As the stream fills the room slowly, your head is dragged back to its bitter-sweet reminiscences. 

The sound of giggles and laughs could be heard through the echoing walls of your apartment. The bathroom mirror and glass door had become too fogged up due to the humidity. 

And.. maybe something else..

“Oh my god” Your head lulls back, thigh twitching is response as Jimin’s tongue flattened against your aching clit, his free hand reaching upwards to cup one of your breasts. Your hand tugs at his dampened locks, fingernails trailing along his scalp in the process. Plush lips wrapped around the soaking flesh between your legs, as the thigh that had been thrown over his shoulder tenses from his motions. After a few seconds, his eyes glance up to make sure everything’s okay. 

He secretly pats himself on the back for such a responsive look from you. Your hair messily flipped to the side, as a stream of water flows down the entirety of your body, lips jarring open as he watches the sharp rise and fall of your chest slow its rate. Eyes blown out beyond imagination, as you too had noticed his gaze. 

His body rises up to tower over yours once again, a smirk pressing his lips.

“Earth to Y/n~” He teases. 

Your eyes lull back, before reluctantly coming back to reality. His hands trail up your skin, leaning his head down to capture your lips in a heated exchange. Before you know it, you’re hoisted up against the fogged glass wall, the squishy tip of his cock pressing at your entrance, begging for permission. In a few movements, he’s easily slipping past your velvety walls, making your mouth cry out a fit of moans. 

“Fuck..” Your head falls backwards, hand embarrassingly stuffed between the space of your thighs as your finger rubs figure eights against your aching clit. Your free hand clasps to cover your mouth, muffling the shameful noises that exile with every movement of your chest. You could almost hear the desperation in his voice, the closer you’d become to your climax. His raspy morning voice.. The slight growl he’d developed when he too had been reaching his limit.. The whine he exasperated every time you’d clenched around his throbbing cock. 

Just to feel it one last time. To have his dancer-graced, heaven-sent hips slamming into your own.. In a passionate way of course. His hands sporadically trailing all over your body.. lips, as if drinking in all that you had offered, hadn’t been enough to satiate his thirst for you. 

Mind replaying every intimate scene you’d ever had with him. The late night, relationship booty-calls because one of you was too fucking horny to wait until the weekend when you’d see one another. Every position he’d ever put you in. All the times at the dinner table he’d just absolutely destroyed your pussy with just two fingers, while catching up with the Kardashians, until you’d become a whiny, fucked out bitch. 

“J-Jimin.. Oh f-fuck! Jimin!” Your screams had become nothing more than an unanswered prayer. All of the memories, being forcefully replayed in your mind like how a psychopath would torture their victims with playing the same move over and over until they too, go insane. 

And insane you were. 

Your legs had been on the verge of giving in. The joints in your fingers, which had been helping in letting out all of your frustrations, had begun faltering. Your chest staggered in breaths you didn’t even know you had. Practically mauling your lip for just some sort of relief. Begging for this to never end, but just wanting it to. 

Then, your mind really fucked with you. 

Images of the kiss Jimin and Nayeon had shared, flooded your mind. 

Soon, all of the sweet, intimate moments that had been yours.. Were stolen away with Nayeon’s face. Of her cuddling up with Jimin on the couch.. Of Jimin dancing with her in the dark late at night in the studio, as his apology. 

That stupid fucking kiss!

“FUCK!” You yell out, removing your hand in hatred. Quick to finish up your shower, you throw on the clothes you’d laid out along with the leotard and a scrunchie wrapped around your wrist for class later that day. 

If you even went to class..

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Your leg tapped nervously against the corridor’s marbled flooring. The halls are so large in comparison to your tiny apartment. Your finger toyed with the little string dangled from the hem of your t-shirt, before a lady wearing a pantsuit had stepped into sight. 

“Miss Y/n?” 

—

If the halls had been decorated, the Dean’s office had been absolutely decked out. Framed photos of colleagues and the Dean in his younger days, sprawled all over the walls. Trophies of winning champions and teams of the Academy displayed in what seemed like a thousand glass cases. 

“Miss Y/n?” 

The Dean’s voice pulls you from your train of thoughts. “Ah, yes.” His hand motions towards the seat in front of him, as you hesitantly obey.A few clicks of his computer later, and he’s spinning slightly to the side to face you across his desk. “So, what seems to be the issue here?” 

“Well I-” 

He types on the computer, clicking his mouse while pulling up something. “Seems like you’ve been doing an excellent job here at the academy.” 

“Well yes, sir. I’ve been-”

“Practicing very hard, I see. So, are you ready for competition this year? They say it’s going to be just as difficult as nationals.” Your eyes widen. You hadn’t even thought of the possibility of getting into the top ranks. 

“I.. what?” 

His eyes squint, before tilting his computer to the side for you to check. “Seems like you’ve been placed at the top of the roster. By..” 

Please don’t say it, please don’t say it. 

“Mister.. Park?” 

Fuck.

You could feel the tears welling up in your ducts, having to push down any signs of the uncomfortable you felt while hearing his name, instead deciding to replace it with a light chuckle instead. 

“Ah, yes. He’s my mentor.” 

The Dean smiles, nodding. “One of our best. Well, besides Nayeon.” He leans forwards, flashing a smile. “Let me tell you, Y/n. It takes a lot of dedication and work to get where Naeyon is at. Why, I remember when she first joined the academy-” 

“Uhm, I actually wanted to discuss something..” 

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Ah, I seem to have lost my head. I’m sorry, Y/n. I know you’re not here to hear me gloat about our best female instructor.” You nod, pushing down the urge to frankly;

Punch the shit out of him, and Nayeon. 

He types on the computer, before turning the screen back to him. “So, what did you like to discuss?” 

“Well I’d like to-” 

Just then, the door cracks, a head peeking inside quietly. “Sorry to interrupt, Mister Broushe but I was wondering when the papers would be sig-”

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

FUCK.

“Y/n..?”

“Ah.. Nayeon.”

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

“Oh.. I’m sorry. I can come back later-” 

“No no.” The Dean protests, motioning over his desk. “Come, sit. We were actually just talking about you.” Nayeon’s eyes set across yours, silently asking if it’s okay to sit next to you. 

“Really?” She questions, taking a seat hesitantly. 

The Dean nods, smiling. “Our star instructor, and student of 2016.”

Nayeon’s cheeks heat up slightly, turning her head in embarrassment. A shy smile tugs her perfectly matte lips. “Ah.. come on.. Jimin was-  is such a better dancer than me.” 

The Dean claps his hands, laughing. “Ah! Always so humble, Nayeon. That’s why you’re our star!” 

Your hands clenched in your lap, tugging at the material of your t-shirt once more. 

She got the boy. 

She got the life. 

She got everything.

So why doesn’t she look fucking thrilled.

You suddenly stand up, not being able to take this Nayeon praise day. Your hands go to your sides, abruptly walking away from the whole situation. Nayeon rises as well, trailing after you. 

“Y/n, wait!” She’s quick to catch up, as you grudgingly turn to face her with a fake smile plastered across your cheeks. 

She smiles, propping herself back up in an attempt to catch her breath. “I’m so sorry for interrupting your session.. I was just coming in to get a few papers for the stuff Jimin and I have to fill out.” 

“Oh? What are they?” 

Maybe a fucking restraining order. 

Her lips curve upwards into a smile. “They’re for competition.” She leans forwards, lowering her voice. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to be sharing this but.. You got placed at the top.” 

Your eyebrow raises. What’s the big deal with this whole roster thing anyways?

“What.. does that mean?” You faint curiosity. 

She giggles, rising up to straighten out her posture. “It means that you got the most spotlight for our performances!” 

Okay, now you’re confused.

“It’s not.. Making sense.” 

Her eyes roll playfully, shoving your side gently. “You’ll be doing most of the choreography to represent the Academy! I’ll be teaching you one or two of my own, but Jimin’s the lead instructor for the competition.” Her eyebrows lower, tilting her head to the side. “Are you.. Not happy?” 

Your head shakes. “Huh? Oh, no! I’m so so so excited!” Your lips curve, but your eyes don’t smile along. You fake a few leaps of joy, before thanking her as you two head out of the building, in front of campus. 

She turns, bidding you a goodbye, as you’re left in front of the administration office, alone once again. 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

“One more time, Seulgi! And one, and two.. One and two one-” 

The auditorium door slams shut on accident, making your slip in for the class not such a slip in. His eyes fall onto your figure, before turning his head back to Seulgi’s moves. 

“Late again, Y/n?” 

You gulp, silently settling your stuff down into the audience seats, sliding down into one of them to hide yourself. You’d never heard his tone turn so cold before. Even with regular students, he’d always had some kind of light-hearted wisps in his voice. 

Towards you, it almost sounded like he had no heart left.

“Pst!-” A familiar voice slides beside you, making your head turn. Jungkook had sported some light-weight looking gray sweats, along with a loose fitting white t-shirt for flexibility. The brown, puppy-like curly locks had fallen into his vision, making him look that much more adorable. 

“Hey.. Why weren’t you in class yesterday? Or.. at all last week?”  You face the front, not needing another call-out from Gregory House over there. 

“Sorry I uhm.. Came down with something.” You lean to the side, still facing the front to get a better hearing of Jungkook’s response. “What’d I miss?” 

His voice lowers, shifting in his seat from your proximity. “Miss Nayeon came in last week, and they kept practicing the uh.. Kissing scene.”

You sit up, twisting your torso. “I thought she said that they’d cut it out..?” 

He shrugs, backing away slightly from your sudden tone. “I uhm- don’t know. But Mister park came in last week, super pissed. He was chewing out everyone, on every little thing. He even made Lisa do fourty push ups for not having a high enough Grand Jete..” 

Your eyes widen, locking onto Jimin’s straightened figure. His arms crossing over his chest, as he watches intently as Seulgi finishes her routine. You lean back, letting out a sigh. 

Just as the  music had stopped, Jimin’s- Mister Park’s voice echoed through the auditorium. 

“That’s enough. Lisa, you’ve gone. Seulgi, Jungkook, Mina, Jae-young.. Who hasn’t done “la danse du cygne’?”

Just before you’re about to sink further into your seat, Seulgi stands up abruptly. “Y/n has been absent the whole week, Mister Park.” 

Uh oh..

You could see a smirk hiding behind Jimin’s stone-cold look. He claps once, calling out. “Y/N Y/L/N, come up here.” You hesitantly stand, making your way across the large room as you pass by Seulgi, giving her a death glare. You set your stuff on stage in the back, before the spotlight is shining in your sight. 

“Since you’re going to be doing most of our routines, and representing the Academy, you need to be practicing even more. ‘se mettre en position’.” 

You’re quick to hurry to center stage, fixing your position as the music begins to play. Before you’re allowed to start moving, Jimin throws up a hand. 

“Stop.” 

The music dies, and the room is silent. Everyone turns in question of why he’d stopped before you even began your routine. You could hear the light-steps of his footwork making their way to where you were. As angry as he probably was, he’d still been light as a feather. 

“What is this.” His finger points to your feet. 

Your.. feet?

“It’s.. my feet.” He scoffs at your response, crossing his arms in annoyance. 

“I understand what feet are, Miss Y/n. However, apparently you don’t.” 

Your eyes roll mentally, shifting positions to a more comfortable form. “Ji-” 

His eyebrow raises, eyes motioning to the crowd of students who’d also been intensely invested in the scene. 

“Just.. my feet, ..sir.” 

He scoffs, lowering himself to the ground to fix your foot’s position. 

“Have you really been ignoring all of my teaching? The routine starts with your foot facing three o’clock. Not one, not two fifty-nine.” You whine slightly, feeling his grip tighten on your ankle, before he releases it. “Three.” 

He stands, straightening his back. His eyes burned icey cold daggered into your own, as if he’d been releasing all of his frustration and anger towards you.. On you. 

“If you can’t understand the simple terms of what you’re working for, then I don’t see a reason for you to even be on the roster, at all.” 

A short, hushed crowd of gasps echoes the room. Your eyes glare up to meet his cold ones. Not a reaction in sight. No pain..

It was like he was numb. 

“B-But I-” 

He turns his torso to face the crowd, raising his voice. “You see this, students? This is what you get when you sit on your ass all day. Uneducated, slothful, and selfish.” His hand grabs your own, throwing it up in the air for all of your classmates to see. His eyes glance over, seeing the tears starting to threaten to slip from your control. 

He releases your hand, watching as it swings slowly at your side. 

“Come back when you’ve learned the difference.” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Your body wouldn’t move. You couldn’t see anything, except the bright spotlight in your eyes, and Jimin’s ice cold glare. You tried sucking in a breath, convincing your body to move just a bit to save a little face..

But nothing. 

Your turn to the side, seeing no trace of the man you’d onced said the three hardest words to. Instead, anger and repulsion filled his eyes. Anger towards you. 

This.. was all your fault.

An arm is quick to tug you off the stage, pulling you down from everybody’s sights. The hand leads you through the auditorium doors, and down the halls until you’re finally catching up with reality. You glance up, seeing the fluffy, puppy-like boy guiding you through a sea of people on campus. 

“J-Jungkook?” He turns back, stopping in place to make sure you’re okay. 

“It’s okay, Y/n.. He’s been hard on everyone recently. It’s not your fault.” His bright, bunny smile makes you feel ten times worse. 

You’re the reason Lisa had to do fourty push ups. You’re the reason he’s so bitter and cold now. 

It’s all because of you.

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

The knock on your front door does no good in motivating you to get up. Ever since Jimin’s outburst in class two days ago, you’d done nothing but lay on your couch and watch The Walking Dead for the fourth time. The comfort and fluffiness of your throw blankets had a tugging sensation weighing on your emotions, begging you to stay with them. 

And that you did. 

Up until the door started banging, and a voice could be heard over the dying sounds of characters on your screen. 

“Y/n? Open up! We’ve got some serious talking to do!” 

Nayeon?

You slowly rise from the couch, dragging along the spilled empty ice cream container and spoon, sticking to the fuzz of your blanket, as you slowly crack open the door. 

Nayeon stood in the doorway, sporting a look that made her even more gorgeous than ever. Gold earrings minimizing the already small face she’d been blessed with. A black, lacy tea-length dress had adorned her perfectly built figure. A small clutch purse in her grasp, as she catches your eyes. 

“Can I come in?” 

_

She takes a few steps inside your apartment, not even having the energy to explain why it’s such a mess. She steps over the piles of dirty laundry you’d gone through in just a few days' length, along with the three tubs of napoleon ice cream to go alongside it all. 

“Uh.. wow. You’ve been uh.. Busy?” She takes a seat on the couch’s arm, crossing her legs in a feminine way. Your eyes mentally roll at the sight. She looked as if she’d been a mother fucking princess. 

Jimin had been her prince. 

And you? The ugly toad who never got kissed. 

“Yeah. Yeah, busy.. Sure.” You plop down onto the couch, grabbing the remote to pause your binge show. She turns to the side, scooting down to sit next to you. 

“Y/n.. I am so sorry for the way that Ji- Mister Park acted. He should have never done anything like that to you.. You’re.. You’re just a kid!” Her eyes pleaded and apologized, while yours sent her daggers. 

She chuckles lightly, backing herself up in words. “Ah.. let me rephrase that..” 

She takes your hands in hers, holding your eyes for a more realistic appease. “Y/n.. You’re so wonderfully talented and one of the best dancers I’ve ever seen! Well.. besides Jimin..” 

You nod, trying to push down the urge to choke the bitch out. You decide to let her speak. Feed your starving ego that Jimin had so kindly destroyed for you. 

She continues. “I just.. Well, he had a fall out with his girlfriend about a week ago.. So you must understand where he’s coming from..” 

Oh.. if you only knew. 

“Yeah.. I get it.” 

He sucks in a breath. “Still, he had no right in letting his personal affairs affect his abilities in mentoring. So.. I’ll be taking over his classes for the next two weeks, until he’s calmed himself down.” 

Oh, hell FUCKING NO.

“Ah, well I don’t really think that’s a good idea- I mean you already have your class and-” 

She stands up. “Nonsense! I’ll just combine the two classes, and we can all learn the routines. It’ll help if anyone forgets some steps. It’s perfect!” 

You stand up, finally letting it all go. “No, Miss Nayeon, It’s not! Combining all of the students would only cause stress among yourself! Not to mention how dance is Jimin’s only source of stress release! It’s his whole life! And for you to just come in and take it.. How.. HOW SELFISH YOU!” 

Your breath staggers. Heart racing the fastest it’s ever beat in these few days. Nayeon just stands there, shocked. His lips fall to try and find an answer, but she has no words to combat it. She reaches down to pull her clutch from the sofa, and steps away lightly. 

“It.. seems like I’ve come at a bad time. Uhm- I hope you feel better, Y/n..” She quickly makes her way out the door, before the halls echo back calmly. 

“Have a good night.” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

However, your obvious outburst with your new instructor had done nothing but put a brick wall between the two of you. A sort of tension that would only happen if one felt absolutely terrified of the other. Nayeon only spoke to you to say hello or goodbye. All of the mistakes you’d made in your routines, she’d only waved it off and started the music again. 

Once she claps three times, class has been dismissed. As you're packing up the rest of your things to shove into your gym bag, you could overhear the voices of Seulgi and her little kiss-face minions gossiping in the corner. 

“So what do you think?” 

“I don’t know.. I mean maybe he got fired..” 

“Nayeon told us that he was just on vacation though..” 

“Ugh, wake up and smell the drama, Mina! He obviously got fired.” 

“No way.. But- Mister Park was the nicest teacher we’ve ever had!”

“Not to mention the hottest.” 

“Yeah, I just think he was having a rough week.” 

“Or maybe he fucked a student..” 

The plastic water bottle slipped from your hand, spilling all over the wooden sleek floors. You curse under your breath, quick to use the dry of your t-shirt as an absorbing pad, as you try and tune your ears back into the gossip section of class. 

“No way! No way! Mister Park isn’t a pedo!” 

“Well it’s either that or-” 

Suddenly the microphone echoes across the speakers, drowning out the rest of Seulgi’s sentence. 

“Alright class, thank you for coming today and, girls-” Nayeon turns her head to face the group of women huddled in the corner, acting as if they’d been sharing drugs instead of drama. 

“Let’s keep the gossip for the tabloids, okay? Great work everyone!”

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Two days before the competition, everyone had been a mess. Nayeon was quick in helping you learn the rest of your last routine before D-Day. 

Although, your apartment didn't have the most spacious room for your practice. 

After about the fifth toe-stub of the night, you’d decided to sneak into the campus’s studio for some extra work to be done. 

Hand scaling the wall for a touch of a light switch which you knew was there, a sudden noise echoes through the large room. There stood a man entering from the front of the building, opposite to where you’d entered. A set of keys jiggle in his grip, as you bow slightly, quick to move out of the way. 

“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t know that it was-” 

“Y/n?” 

Great. 

Here we go again. 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

The light’s empty beam gave no aid to the situation. Only, he hadn’t been able to see the hurt plain as day on your face, so you guess that’s a plus. 

He takes a step forwards, dropping his duffle bag next to the dance pads tucked away in the corner. Walking over to the stereo, he plugs in his phone, setting the small device down as a low melody starts to play. 

“I- I’m sorry I’ll just-” 

“Wait–” His voice stops your hurried feet, halting you at the exit. His familiar, light footsteps could be heard, even over the echoes and booms of the studio. It wasn’t until you could feel his presence about a foot away, when you felt the sting of tears threatening to present themselves so proudly. 

His voice is low and meek, not one you’d expect him to display after all that you two had been through. What you put him through. 

“I.. uh- I wanted to apologize. Even though we’re not.. Uhm.. together anymore, doesn’t mean that I should let my personal affairs affect the way of my teachings.” 

A somber chuckle exits your lips before you’re able to stop it. “You sound just like her..” 

His eyebrow raises, head tilting to the side. Feet inches a little closer. “Sounds like who?” 

You finally have the courage to spin around, now having your turn for a hot moment. “Nayeon. Your girlfriend.” 

His eyes widened, head shaking immediately. “W-What? N-No i’m not- Y/n I didn’t- Nayeon and I we’re just-” 

“You don’t have to explain your relationship status to me, Mister Park.”

Fuck. 

That hurt. 

Turning back on your heel, you make your way towards the exit. Before you could leave, a hand harshly grips onto your wrist, pulling you backwards further into the studio. Not having one second to oppose, he’s holding you right in front of him, keeping you in place. 

“Y/n, I don’t know how many times I have to say this. The kiss Nayeon and I did for the performance was unscripted! I told her to cut it out of the play, but she didn’t listen! It was just a kiss, in which I didn’t return.” 

You could feel the tears streaming down your reddened cheeks. Fuck. You didn’t want to cry in front of your ex like this. You’re not some weak, stupid girl who doesn’t know how to control her emotions. 

“But you did! You did kiss her back! And it’s because you still LOVE HER!” 

His voice over powers yours one last time, having even the music halt itself in his presence. “I was ACTING. I DON’T LOVE, NAYEON, I LOVE YOU, Y/N!” 

You stop struggling in his arms, and let out one sentence that shatters his heart into a million pieces. 

“And how d-do I know.. That you weren't acting.. with me..?” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

D-Day. Competition. The one. 

Whatever it’s called, it’s finally come. The day where everyone gets ready in their little tutus and tiaras, pretending to have emotions they don’t feel. Pretending to be someone they’re not. 

It’s all just pretend. 

“We’ve got Seulgi, Mina, Chris, Jungkook, Yum-ni, Y/n, and Lisa.” The stage instructor tells everyone where and when they’ll go on to perform after each team and individual performance. Your eyes linger on the black curtain concealing over five-thousand people behind it. All who are waiting patiently, who paid a good sum of money to see beautiful swans and princes dance. 

With all of the makeup, hairspray, and fancy garments on, you’d felt like a princess. 

In reality, you felt like a piece of shit. 

The night before, you’d left Jimin standing in the studio, with his own thoughts, Regrets, and maybe a few mumbled sorries your way. With anything you left him with, you’d been gone with the wind. By the time you’d gotten back home to your apartment, you crashed. The sofa is doing too well of a job pulling you into a much needed slumber.

The next day.. Well, today, you’d gotten up even earlier to start preparing. Practicing your footwork on the way to the academy, slowly and carefully going over each step in the five of your routines you’d been assigned. You glance down at your pointed toes, letting out a big breath of air at the memory of Jimin’s harsh words. 

Selfish.. Lazy.. stupid.

You shake away the hindrances, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Even with as many steps and dance moves you performed while on your way to morning practice, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling you had in your gut. His words toying with your emotions.. Not to mention your own intrusive thoughts aiding in the tug back of the own confidence you barely had.

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

“Alright, Seulgi, it's your time. Center stage, and you’ll be performing-” 

“Papillons, I know I know.” Her voice visibly annoyed the man. 

“No. They mixed up the schedule. You’ll be performing ‘Stars In The Eyes’.” Speaking of eyes, hers roll up and to the side, groaning in frustration. “Ugh, why’d they cut mine short??” 

“I’ll explain later. Go!”

The dancers backstage were allowed to admire the performer’s dances through the flat screen complimented in each dressing room. Your leg props up against the counter, bending over to slide on your white tights up. 

Glancing up towards the clocking ticking on the wall, with each passing second you could feel your nervous crawling up the back of your throat. Or… maybe that was just the absence of morning’s breakfast. 

Quickly walking over, you tap the instructor’s shoulder. He turns, fixing the headset crew members were required to wear. “Yeah, yeah what is it?” 

“Uhm.. How many minutes do I have?” 

He looks down, flipping a page over quickly before showing your name on the list. 

“You’ve got thirty minutes.” You nod. “Thanks.” You make haste in tugging your gym bag over your shoulder before making your way through the emergency exit doors. Since competition had been in your hometown, you had no reason in the academy booking any hotels or airbnbs for the dancers to stay in. On the plus as well, you had also known the auditorium like the back of your hand. Knowing all of the ins and out-

Thump.

“Shit!” You catch yourself on the asphalt, your plastic water bottle spilling for the second time this week. Stringing mumbled curses under your breath, you pick up your things quickly, heading back on your path to the break you’d been wanting. 

Opening the door quietly to a pitch-black room, you set your stuff down in the corner, opening your music app to start rehearsing once again. One foot in front of the other, as you glide across the flat carpet of the meeting room, having no care in the world of where you were, or how silly you looked. 

It had just been you, your frustration, Jimin, and the music. 

Wait- Jimin?

Your eyes peek open, stopping the routine midway to see who’d been standing in the doorway. A shy smile curls his lips, as he sets down his matching gym bag next to yours. 

“Your foot..” He starts, pulling up a chair to settle down in front of you. “Three, remember?” 

You scoff, facing your torso a different way. Having no extra energy in dealing with his shit again. 

“Crystal.” You retort, crossing your arms over your chest, stopping your little practice session. His head tilts to the side, eyebrow quirking in question. “Why’d you stop?” 

“Oh, well I don’t really like the idea of my ex watching me dance. Privately.” You watch as a little sign of a smirk crosses his expression, as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. 

“I mean, if you want money I can-” 

“Jimin!” 

He chuckles, slipping the leather case back into place. “I thought it was ‘Mister Park’ to you?” 

“It’s ‘get out of my face so I can practice’.”

He leans his head back from your tone, sucking in a breath. “Ouch..” 

“Ouch!? That wasn’t even CLOSE to what YOU said TO ME.” 

He rises from the chair, closing the space between the two of you. “I know, Y/n.. and I was out of line with that.. it ‘s just- you hurt me, because you were acting like you couldn’t trust me!” 

You scoff, turning away from his view. “Yeah? Go cry about it to your girlfriend.” 

His voice raises. “See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You just won’t let it go, will you?!” 

Spinning back around, you had a new goal set. “Let go of the fact that my boyfriend was still in love with his ex!? Yeah, kind of a hard fact to just let go of, Jimin.” 

“For the last fucking time, Y/n! I’m in love with YOU!” 

“Y..You’re.. What?” The new voice echoes through the silenced, blackened room. The two of you turn towards the doorway, seeing the new unannounced guest in the midst of your argument. 

“N..Nayeon..” Your voice drowns. You could see the pain clearly written across her face, but she hides it with a fake, professional tone in her voice. 

“Uhm- Miss Y/n, it’s your time..” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

This had to be one of the most awkward conversations you’ve ever had to have. Even worse than the one time your mom tried to explain how babies were made. 

Far.. far worse. 

Nayeon’s manicured nails tap lightly against the glass table, as she glances over between you and Jimin. Both sitting opposites of one another, a few feet away for good measure. It wasn’t until she had to break the silence, that you talk. 

“So, .. what’s the story here?” 

Your arms cross, twisting your body to face anywhere but him. He does the same. You end up facing the same direction. 

Curse him. 

“No story.” 

“Nope.” 

“Ah, well I don’t think that two people who just screamed that they loved one another, have no story, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Your eyes trail along Nayeon’s postured figure. Even down to her toes, she was all feminine and beautiful. She was the epitome of beauty. The curls in her naturally blackened locks frame her features perfectly. The rounds of her silver glasses sat effortlessly on the bridge of her nose, making her look that much more Goddess-like. 

As in the words of Olivia Rodrigo; Jealousy, Jealousy. 

She turns to face Jimin, flashing a quick, nurturing smile. The love she still blatantly had for him in her eyes, made your teeth grind with anger. Your fist clench together at the sight, watching as she places her palm onto the back of his hand. 

“Jimin-ah? Tell me what happened.” 

His eyes meet hers, as your own send daggers towards the both of them. Your heart ached silently at the sight. The gaze they both held, looked as if they’d been crafted for only each other. 

They looked like the perfect couple. 

You couldn’t stand it anymore. 

“Well, this has been a blast, Nayeon. But I’ve got to go home now.” Rising abruptly with your hand slamming onto the table, you catch both of their attention. For the last time. 

“Y/n, sweetie wait-” 

You turn around, being completely done with her ‘Miss Nicey pants’ act.

“No, you know what? I’m done listening to you, and you!” Your finger points towards Jimin. “Because you two obviously seem like the most perfect fucking couple to exist, and so just have at it! He’s all fucking, yours, Nayeon.” 

Now it’s Jimin’s turn to protest in anger. He’s quick to meet your stance, challenging you. “No, YOU know what, Y/n?? I’m so fucking sick of you thinking that you know what’s best for OTHER people! Acting like you have the final say in who I want to love! In the end, you know NOTHING. So stop acting all high and mighty, because pride, my dear, doesn’t suit you.” 

Nayeon’s eyes were blown as wide as a cartoon character. Her head whips back and forth between the two of you, until she doubles over in laughter. 

Her strange behavior catches both of yours and Jimin’s attention, glancing over to where she’d been dying uncontrollably. “What’s so funny?” 

“Y-You two! Ah- it-it’s like you’re! Ahaha- You’re a couple!” 

Jimin’s eyes widened. “We.. were..”

Nayeon straightens her posture, finishing a few little bubbles of laughter before composing herself. “Ah, you guys are something else!”

“Okay, what the actual hell is going on here.” You butt in, wondering why she wasn’t angry that you basically stole her man. 

“Y-Y/n, the only reason I wanted to ask Jimin back out on a date a while back, was to finally get the closure we needed. It wasn’t really even a date, really.” 

Your head turns to the side, glancing at Jimin, who’s had his arms crossed and a ‘told you so’ look on his face for the past few minutes. 

“But you said you wanted something to spark back up.. You wanted to try and get back together..” 

She chuckles, shaking her head. “At first.. I mean, who can resist him, honestly? He’s an amazing dancer, teacher, and an awesome friend. Who wouldn’t fall for him?” 

“Yeah, my point exactly.” You retort, not sure on where his unplanned ego boost is going. 

“But,” She continued. “I realized that.. I wasn’t ready to settle back down quite yet. I mean, I guess I’m just not that type of woman.. and- when I found out how awful Jimin had been treating you in class-” She sends him a death glare quickly. His eyes roll, landing back onto you. 

“I knew that something had been going on. And.. while the Academy might not condone it.. For reputation ideals.. I don’t really see a problem with you two being together. I mean, you’re both consenting adults and all that.” Jimin nods, concluding her speech. 

“Apparently someone else had to drill it in far enough to get past her ego.” Jimin chuckles, making you nudge his side, a little more than just a playful gesture. 

Nayeon chuckles, pointing towards the two of you. “See? I swear, now that I know the truth, you guys totally look like an old couple!” 

You pull away from Jimin, shaking your head. “Okay, if you’re saying you don’t want him, then what about the kiss?” 

“I told you. At first.. Yes, I did want him back. So I asked him out.” 

Jimin chimes in. “And I declined, Y/n.” 

“Very proudly, in fact. Well I mean..” Her eyes meet Jimin’s as he sends her a ‘don’t do it’ look. 

Yep, she does it. 

“He showed me pictures of you.” 

Your torso twists, eyes blowing wide at the information dump. “Are you crazy!? What if the Dean found out!? The other students!? How could you be so irresponsib-” 

“Y/n, Y/n! Calm down, please! I didn’t tell anyone, and I would never do that to you or Jimin! When I saw how happy you two looked in the picture.. It just- well it reminded me of how he used to look at me. And, it was never as much as that.. To him, he was probably just going to be a friend.”

“Always will.” Jimin notes, commenting to make that sentence 100% stone. 

“And nothing more, Y/n. I promise. So, I really do apologize for the kiss.. Even if we had dated previously, it was out of line for me. I’m sorry too, Jimin. I’m sorry for all of the trouble it has caused in your relationship.” Your lips part, letting out a gentle sigh. 

“But you two.. You looked so happy together. Even now, you looked like the perfect couple..” Your eyebrows knit together, a somber look brushing your features. Jimin’s eyes roll back, bringing you closer to his side. 

Nayeon lets out a chuckle, leaning against the street light post. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how many fights we had in just a three week period?” 

Jimin nods, laughing along. “Like a million.” 

Nayeon, strides closer, placing her perfectly manicured nails on your shoulder. “We were never meant to work out, Y/n. He never looked at me the way I saw him look at you..” Your head lifts, tilting up to catch Jimin’s soft gaze. 

“Never?” 

She shakes her head. “Didn’t, won’t, and will never.” 

 »»—��——-　☁️  ————-««

After you had to bid Nayeon a farewell, you had ended up sitting on the curb, outside of the auditorium after everyone had already emptied the seats. No car had been in sight. No noise was to be heard, other than the slight hum of mother nature and your heartbeat. 

Jimin’s lips fall a short sigh, sliding closer to your side in hopes of catching your attention, instead of you being super-focused on a very interesting rock that had just been laying out in the grass patch. 

News alert; it wasn’t interesting at all. 

“You’re a real dummy, you know that?” His comment makes your head whip to the side, catching his eyes. “Yeah? Well, you need to make yourself more clear next time.” He chuckles, raising his voice in a playful manner. 

“I tried! You were just too upset to stay and listen.” 

You scoff. “Yeah, it’s really hard to stay and listen to the person who embarrassed the absolutely FUCK out of, infront of all the students!” 

He sicks down in his spot, shamefully hanging his head low from embarrassment. 

“I..was such a dick for that, Y/n..” 

“Huge.” 

“The biggest.. Bigger than my own, ..and that’s hard to come by.” His comment earns himself a slight chuckle from your soft lips. He loved that sound. 

“J-just because I laughed doesn’t mean you’re in the clear yet.” 

He rises up, acting as if he was a kid on Christmas. “Yet? That means I still have a chance?” 

You sigh, shrugging. “ Hmm.. depends on how well you make it up to me.” 

In the split of a second, he’s hoisting you over his shoulder, lightly giving a small slap to your ass in the process. 

“I’ve got a few ideas~” You let out a soft chuckle, gently hitting his ass every time he takes a step fainting protests and quiet screams, with no meaning behind them. 

“Oh nooo.. Save meee, somebody”

His eyes roll, before he’s setting you down into the comfort of his Porsche. 

Yes, he owns a Porsche. 

“I swear, Jimin. People are going to think you’re rich or something.” 

His lips come to press against your temple, smiling onto your forehead. “Rich in love, my dear.”

“How cheesy.”  »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Only took me a day to write and guys… 0__0 I wanna make one where they have babies and stuff but like I’m trying to restrain myself and it’s harddddd

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[blu-archer]

Not A burden

Request: @parkjiminie951013

[Magic and hybrids exist, it's not a big part of the story but its that universe that I write about]

I rambled a bit so I'm sorry if it might be long.

I edited [with the cursed read aloud because I physically can't pick up mistakes] but they still might be there. I couldn't actually pay attention all the time...

Word Count: 5946

snz based

Sickie: Hobi

Caretaker: Taekook

Enjoy!

-Not a burden.-

He had successfully suppressed the fact that he was getting sick for three days in the hope that it would pass without genuinely thinking it – it was summer after all.

Who even got cold’s in the summer?

Him, apparently.

It was on day four that his cold truly sunk its claws in forcing to him leave for work early after coming to the realisation that he couldn’t stop sneezing and didn’t want to wake Kook and Tae – coincidentally it was also the fourth day since school had reopened, not that he was blaming his students or anything. Even if two or three of them had been suspiciously peaked and sniffly during dance practice. Now, half-way through day five, he was suffering in his office that he shared with the other dance instructors, grateful for the mostly quiet space so that he could mope without the headache he’d obtained getting any worse before his next classes. By the start of his second class he had taken to switching his water out for honeyed tea so that his voice didn’t give out on him while he taught, and he had managed to get some non-drowsy medicine during a break in his morning. So hopefully he would feel better later, or at least by tomorrow.  It surely couldn’t be longer than that.

The timing was annoying, not that there was ever a time that getting a cold wasn’t annoying, but he was thankful that it only appeared to be settling in his head and not his chest. The last thing he needed was to be teaching dance classes while battling to breathe without coughing up a lung or something – if he had to choose between two evils, he could do a lot worse than a head cold.

Didn’t stop it from being uncomfortable though.

The days were warm, and the temperature only seemed to be rising. His excessive sweating because of it wasn’t helping in keeping his running nose in check and no matter how much he seemed to blow his nose – thankfully past him must have remembered to slip moisturised tissues into his bag at some point in the last few days – any progress that it made was destroyed by him sneezing. Sometimes, and this was becoming infuriatingly frustrating, he didn’t even sneeze. He would come close, so close, and then he’d lose it and be left a hot mess without even getting some type of relief out of it. He had spent the last ten minutes blowing his nose and still he could feel congestion building. His head was heavy, and his throat ached despite being practically coated in honey at this point.

If he could just go home, then he would be content. Sure he probably wouldn’t feel any better than he currently did, but at least he wouldn’t be dealing with hyperactive teenagers for the rest of the day. As much as he loved his students and loved the dance classes that he taught, the energy required was gradually killing him.

There was the creaking sound of a door opening, forcing Hoseok to glance up from his pity party of tea and tissues in case it was a student needing something during the break. Thankfully, it was just his best friend with a smile that was far too bright for the morning he’d just had.

“Seok-ah? Oh, there you are. We were supposed to meet in the contemporary studio like fifteen minutes ago.”

“Jimin, I couldn’t care less about reviewing that routine in this heat. It will likely be great with how much of a perfectionist you are.” He had meant for it to be just the right amount of teasing, but it had come out as more of a snappish retort. Like he had turned into some moody gremlin. Oh god, had he momentarily turned into Yoongi?

“Okaaay… Mr. Cranky, you  could have just cancelled.” Jimin frowned, his tail swishing around his legs with growing annoyance. “I was waiting for you for nothing.”

Hoseok winced at the sharp look the hybrid sent his way as Jimin rounded the room to his own desk and pulled out his lunch. “Sorry. I should have messaged, but I honestly forgot all about it until now.”

“Really?” Jimin pouted, peering at his friend with wary eyes. “Is everything alright?”

“Mmm. I’ve got a cold and paired up with these heatwaves, it’s turning my head to mush.” Hoseok complained. 

Jimin’s eyes softened with sympathy.  It wasn’t often that Hobi got sick – literally out of their entire department he probably had the strongest immune system, but alas. Even the strongest of them fall at some point. “Why don’t you head out early?”

“It’s not bad enough for me to go home.” He shrugged, resting heavily in his palm. The hard wood of his desk was beginning to hurt his elbow, but he didn’t have the energy to shift into a more comfortable position. “Plus Jungkook is working on some commission projects at home, so I’ve been trying to stay out of his way.”   

“You’d have to go home eventually.” The three of them lived together, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t see his partners at some point in the evening. “It might be better to just take it easy and rest.”

Hoseok sniffed meekly then gave a small head shake. “Taehyung has been swamped with his private studies with Yoongi – as in he sometimes doesn’t leave his little cave of spell books and crystals and herbs and all the other things that I’m worried might one day just collapse on him in that tiny study. I still have to go grocery shopping for dinner or maybe get some take out, I don’t think I can cook without potentially sneezing in it.”

Jimin looked like he was going to argue – his mouth pulling into that mildly angry pout – before he changed his mind, whipping out his phone and typing surprisingly quick with just one hand as the other grabbed chopsticks for him to start eating. “Get something delivered. There’s this really nice place that has the best soups, I’ll send you their details. They have other stuff too, but I usually order from them when I’m not feeling well or when Yoongi is away. It will open your sinuses right up and it tastes great – so like, a win-win situation.”

Maybe Jimin was onto something with that. He wouldn’t have to cook, and he could go to the store for groceries tomorrow when he would hopefully be feeling better. “That sounds like ..h’hh.. like a g- HA’shh’uh! H’ESHiuu!” he groaned, sniffling into his palm as he fumbled for his tissues. “Sorry. Good plad.”

“Best plan.” Jimin corrected, taking the moment to shovel food into his mouth while Hoseok blew his nose. Their break was almost over so he’d need the food if he wanted to survive the next three hours before school broke out. “Just.. take it easy.”

Hoseok didn’t think he really had a choice in the matter, his body was going to force him to whether he wanted to or not, unfortunately.

**

The rest of his day was uneventful. Boring yet still entirely exhausting. His classes had gone relatively smoothly despite the numerous breaks to blow his nose and him sounding a bit croaky towards the end, but they’d eventually ended, leaving him regretting his life choices for a few minutes before packing up his stuff. Then he’d made the drive home filled with teary yawns and blaring music to keep him from accidentally falling asleep. That was the last thing he needed to happen.

Once he had entered their apartment it was like he could finally embrace how tired he truly was, almost sinking to the floor when he struggled to remove his shoes for a minute. Then he shuffled straight to the bedroom, changing into some boxers and a loose shirt that probably belonged to Jungkook before falling face first into the pillows. He didn’t even bother to climb beneath the blankets – it was too hot to bother even if it was his exhaustion that had made the decision for him.

Vaguely he could hear Jungkook in the house, humming and singing as he worked on his paintings. It was unlikely that the hybrid would leave the chaotic corner of the living room that had momentarily turned into a studio and Tae would still be out for a few hours… Hoseok muffled a moan into the bedsheets before he pulled himself up once more just to collect his phone from his discarded pants pocket – going back a second time to collect his car keys as well to put on the bedside table before he forgot about them completely.

The ‘details’ Jimin had sent him earlier in the day was a single link to a website, but it was thankfully simple enough, even for his fogged mind, to put in a timed order that would arrive later. After setting an alarm two hours from now, Hoseok returned to his previous spot on the bed with just as much detachment in his fall as before.

He muffled coughs into the bedsheet, hoping it was quiet enough that Jungkook didn’t feel the need to investigate and then let his eyes fall shut with a final low groan.

**

And as quickly as they had shut, he was forcing them open once more. Although his eyelids did put up quite a fight, Hoseok woke up to his alarm cleaving a hole into his skull.

He wasn’t usually a grumpy person when waking up, but his head ached too much for him to not want to throw his phone across the room. He didn’t, obviously that would be outrageous, but as he managed to finally turn the alarm off he took a moment to breathe in the silence and just imagine how it would have felt to do it.

He cleared his throat with a cough that dwindled into a small fit that left him sniffling and swiping a wrist under his nose. Hoseok pushed himself to sit up all the while frowning at the thin throw blanket that someone must have draped over him during his nap. He hadn’t needed it, but his chest was warm at the thought of such small acts of care. He could almost imagine Jungkook having been the one to do so, he’d watched the hybrid tenderly care for an unaware Taehyung multiple times in the past already. It wasn’t hard to decipher how each one showed their affection.

Hoseok folded it up and tossed it onto his pillow before forcing himself to his feet. Immediately he could feel a shift of congestion in his sinuses that had him hitching into his palm before he pinched his nose, stifling three sneezes that left him breathless and unrelieved.

Thankfully he had some tissues in their bedside drawer that once he had used all of them he made sure to throw them away in the bathroom opposite their bedroom before washing his hands and splashing some water on his face. It didn’t help in changing the fact that his cheeks had lost some of their colour and his nose was beginning to capture a pink hue that was only growing more noticeable the longer he stared at his reflection.    

“Hobi?”

Hoseok turned to the sound of Taehyung’s voice.  The younger had clearly spoken from the bedroom so he took a final swipe at his nose, grimaced at himself, and then stepped into the hallway almost directly into his boyfriend. He had to turn last minute to avoid the full force of collision.

“There you are.” Tae sighed, moving closer until he could sink his face into Hoseok’s neck and wrap his arms around him. “You didn’t say bye this morning, I feel like I haven’t seen you properly in days.”

He tried not to feel too guilty about skipping out on his boyfriends before they woke up, but it wasn’t entirely on him that he’d missed Tae these last few days – the past week the younger had been quite literally burying himself in work until late. “Sorry. Jus’ had class stuff to do.” He cleared his throat again, flushing a little at how rough his voice sounded, but if Tae realised that it was from  anything other than his recent sleep, he didn’t let it show.

“Must have been a long day if you decided to nap.” Tae teased, leading him to the lounge where Jungkook was still working, albeit with a cider in hand and a drying paintbrush in the other. “Jungkook said he didn’t even hear you come home.”

“Saw you on my bathroom break.” Jungkook murmured without taking his eyes off of his painting. “Do you think this is the right colour? Or should it be more of a peach? Damn, it should definitely be more peach.”

“I-hih- It looks good, Koo.” He shuffled a bit away from either of them and willed his nose to behave. They didn’t need to add worrying about him onto their list of things to do. So he lowered himself into the single seater chair and pulled out his phone at the convenient notification chime. “I –“ He smothered a yawn before he spoke again. “It was long. I ordered some food from this place that Jimin recommended because I was too tired to go shopping. ‘Says they’re good. It’s on its way soon.”

“Looks like you’re still tired.” Tae observed. “Thankfully it’s the weekend, so you can sleep in a bit and hopefully catch up on what you need.”

He had forgotten that he wouldn’t need to get up early. Relief flooded him at not having to force himself through studio classes for a third day of feeling like cotton had replaced his brain, because as much as he hoped, he definitely was not going to be better in the morning if he had felt worse after just a nap.

“Is it that noodle place?” Jungkook asked, finally twisting away from his work and letting Taehyung remove the brush from his hand to set it down in a paint splattered jar of water.

“Think so.” Hobi shrugged, his nose was threatening to run again, and he had to fight the urge to scrub at it. “ ‘Ordered a few things so we have a pick.”

Jungkook seemed pleased with that answer, pressing a quick kiss to Hoseok’s cheek before collapsing onto the sofa before downing his drink eagerly and proceeding to stare blankly at his work.

Tae joined him, laying so that his head rested in Jungkook’s lap and his feet barely dangling off of the edge of the couch. “We can catch up on some shows then while we wait. Come lay with me hyung.”

Hoseok brushed him off with a tight chuckle and settled back into his seat, running his hand through his hair with loose fatigue. “I think I’d start overheating if I cuddle with either of you furnaces.”

 He hoped that they didn’t call him out on how the temperature had dropped drastically already. Thankfully Jungkook was too distracted, and Taehyung had learnt not to be too overly demanding, especially when it came to others space. So all he received as response was a heavy pout from the warlock as he fumbled the remote and turned their tv on to some nature show.

 To be honest, he thought he was doing pretty well at keeping his symptoms hidden. Sure he was occasionally wiping his nose with his hand or wrist, which was frustrating because he couldn’t so much as sniff without Jungkook hearing him with how close they were, but he seemed to be getting away with it.

Or at least he had been.

It was about an hour into the mindless show Taehyung had chosen [some African wildlife thing that was all blurring together in a kill or be killed cycle] that Jungkook decided he was going to start painting again. No matter how much Tae complained about being slid off of his lap onto a pillow, the hybrid seemed obsessively fixated on getting his commissions done. It wouldn’t have been a problem, Hoseok usually loved watching Jungkook paint, but his nose had a different perspective the second he smelt the brutal stench of turpentine filling the space. Burning into his sinuses and making his eyes tear up with the need to sneeze. He would be able to excuse one maybe, but the building tickle was savage enough for him to know it wasn’t going to be an easy escape.

His breath had already stuttered audibly enough that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back anything if he stayed seated there. So he hastily got to his feet, his hand hovering over his face as some type of shield and muttered a weak excuse of making some tea. As soon as his back was turned and he was heading for the kitchen, his nose was pinched shut and he was stifling a frustratingly wet fit between his fingers.

 It was disgusting. He was disgusted with himself. Even as he actively tried to clean up by blowing lightly into his hand and letting the result be washed away in the sink. He tried to get his breathing under control, yet it seemed that the burn that had appeared in his sinuses wasn’t going to be rid of so easily and he was forced to try and hold back another as he dried his hands.

Only to pitch forward again with barely managing to stifle from the force of the sneeze. It hadn’t even helped; it had just left him itchy and teary eyed.

“Bless you, Hyung.”

Hoseok quite literally jumped at the soothing, rich voice. How mortifying. Tae smiled softly.

“You don’t look like you’re feeling well. Do you need a tissue?”

He rested a hand on his chest in a useless attempt to calm his racing heart while he waved the other in a vague ‘so-so’ gesture before catching two more sneezes into his palm. He was sniffing a bit more than usual after that but otherwise tried to regain composure. Not that Taehyung was believing him for a second with his bemused gaze trained on what Hoseok could only assume was his ever-reddening nose in desperate need of attention.

“Jus’ -snnf- sobething in the air, I thingk.”

“Hobi… You’ve been sniffling for days.” Tae said gently. “You don’t usually try and hide things, so don’t start being difficult about it now. Bun and I do that enough for all of us.”

“I-“ His breath caught in his throat, and he stuttered through it long enough to grow flushed as he twisted away. “H’IIEUSHH!”

Taehyung stepped close, so that his chest brushed up against Hoseok’s back, his arm coming around his waist to rub gentle circles over Hoseok’s stomach. The dancer jolted at his boyfriends cold hands momentarily meeting his skin as they slipped under his shirt, but he soon melted into it. So much for wanted to deal with his problems alone, apparently he was an open book. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to mind so much as he gradually sunk back into Tae’s chest. The younger had to strengthen his grip on his boyfriend’s waist to keep him from falling.

“Come lie with us. You know we wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, right?” Hoseok could feel Taehyung’s breath by his ear as he swiped his wrist under his nose – he definitely needed that tissue now. “We haven’t actually made you uncomfortable right? Because you can tell us if we do.”

“No. No, I just thought…” Hobi pulled out from the embrace just enough to turn and rest his head on the warlock’s shoulder. “You’re both busy. I didn’t want to make you worry when you have enough on your plates.”

“Yes, because having our boyfriend that usually tells us every aspect of his day and wellbeing deciding to suddenly hide it wasn’t going to make us worry at all.” Tae murmured but his voice lilted with humour. “You don’t need to do that. Now come… I can hear Kook shuffling around out there and he really needs to take a break from those paintings before he loses all sense of colour again.”

Despite his discomfort Hoseok couldn’t help but let out a small, tired laugh as he got dragged back to their couch, witnessing Jungkook gnaw at the end of his paintbrush without a care of the drying paint there. The turpentine was thankfully closed again but the scent still clung to the air enough for Hoseok’s sniffling  to increase again.

“Hyung is sick.” Tae announced, forcing the eldest to settle in the centre of the sofa before he went to retrieve Jungkook’s paintbrush from him once more. “And you need to stop. It’s family time now.”

Jungkook sniffed petulantly at the latter statement, but joined Hobi on the couch, hugging his knees into his chest before leaning into the other.

“I had a feeling you were. I kept having to replace tissues in your bag.”

Replace… Ah. That makes sense. Of course Jungkook had been the one to hide the packs of tissues in his work bag, Hoseok was giving himself way too much credit by thinking he would ever remember to do that. “Why did you sta-ahh-rt ..snf.. doing that anyway? You did it before I even began to feel bad.”

The hybrid shrugged, pressing his nose into Hoseok neck which was seemingly becoming his favourite action. Jimin said it was something about his scent being ‘clean’, but he wasn’t complaining if sniffing him made his boyfriend at ease. Although he couldn’t imagine him smelling like anything but sweat and sickness right now.

“You were going to bed earlier and snoring a little.” Jungkook replied as if it were obvious. Which for some reason made Hoseok even more embarrassed about the situation.

Taehyung even hummed in agreement, nudging Hoseok in the side playfully as he sat on the other side of him, and finger snapped a tissue box into existence on his lap. He tried not to seem too impressed at how much better he was doing at simple magic like that, cutting Hoseok off before he could even think to comment on it.

“No need to blush, Sunshine.” Tae pressed a kiss to his check. “Your snores are very cute.”

Hoseok groaned, pushing them both away as they burst into giggles. “You’re hor-ih’hh…ugh. Horrible. Both of you.” He sniffed with annoyance and claimed a tissue, rubbing his nose with enough force that he winced at the liquid sound it made.

Yet his actions, despite his silent plea for reprieve, did nothing on helping the itch in his sinuses loosen and he was left to blow his nose with little relief. Not that blowing it did much either. He was still equally as congested and runny as he was before. He honestly didn’t understand the logic.

He went to blow again, managing to plough through at least four or five more tissues and only on the last one did the tickle become unbearable enough to tip him over the edge. Forcing him to rip out an abrupt sneeze into his already over used tissue.

“You don’t sound well at all.” Jungkook spoke softly, more to himself than anyone else. His hand trailing up Hoseok’s spine while Taehyung reached over with a new tissue, trading it with the one that was clutched in their partners grasp. “Tae’s right. It’s family time, so let’s go to bed. We can turn on the AC if you’re still hot and we can just relax together. I’ll wait up for our food if you fall asleep again and just bring it there for us to eat.”

He wanted to decline. After all they could relax here… Yet he couldn’t bring himself to mutter the words. He’d been dreaming of his bed the whole day; he’d be foolish to deny it now after the offer has been so easily presented.

“Delivery shouldn’t be much longer.”  Taehyung mused, leaning back into his boyfriend. “How about this. You two go shower and wash off all that sweat and paint fumes. I will handle the food when it comes. That way Bun can’t sneak in and do more painting.” His tone didn’t leave room for argument and Hoseok couldn’t lie that he found it a little attractive. “I’ll also make some of that tea that Hobi so evidently forgot about a few minutes ago.”

“ You dragged me away.” Hoseok denied weakly as he yawned.

“Sure sure.” But the teasing grin’s only continued to grow on his boyfriends faces.

**

The shower was pretty much hell – even with Jungkook having joined him. The steam may have cleared his congestion momentarily, but it opened way for a string of continuous fits of sneezes that would have even put Jungkook in allergy season to shame. The hybrid tried his best to help though, soaping his boyfriend up before himself and then moving to quickly wash Hoseok’s hair while keeping a steady hand on the elder so that he didn’t slip or sway.

By the time they were finished, and Hoseok was on their bed in fresh pyjama’s having his hair ruffled and blow dried, his head was throbbing with the pulse of his heart in his ears and the pressure in his clouded mind was so heavy he couldn’t even keep from drooping against his boyfriend – probably making it a little harder to dry his hair but Jungkook didn’t utter a complaint. He just scratched at the dancers nape and tried to work faster.

Before he knew it he was being settled under the covers with a small display of some of the food he’d ordered being placed around him. Tae and Kook joined him on either side sipping steaming cups of tea that he himself didn’t have the will power to stomach. Instead he was slowly spooning a broth into his mouth despite his lack of appetite.

He had to give kudos to Jimin’s recommendation because even though he wasn’t at all hungry, the food was decent enough that he kept eating it. Every spoonful or so later Jungkook would slip him a bite of rice or meat to go with his own meal and Taehyung was quick to discard or hand him tissues when he couldn’t sniff anymore.

He didn’t participate in much else other than eating since his energy was depleting drastically even though it was barely 7pm, but he listened to Tae tell them about his day. Embraced the domesticity of him speaking about the new things he’d learnt or accomplished while Jungkook chimed in with praise and reassurance when needed. Taehyung even gave a swift example of summoning a portion of his magic which formed a bright purple orb in the palm of his hand, but let it dissipate when the light had triggered yet another exhausted sneeze from Hoseok when he’d lent closer to see it better. All that, embarrassment aside, had only prompted Tae to reach over and hold a tissue to Hoseok’s nose, telling him to blow and promising to show him again when he was feeling better.

“Are you tired hyung?” Jungkook shifted so that Hoseok was partially leaning onto his chest while they sat perched against their pillows. He continued after receiving a small, croaky hum. “Let Taehyungie get you some medicine first, then you can lie down properly.”

“Mm ’sorry.” Hoseok reached for another tissue as Taehyung gathered their dishes and leftovers before leaving. “Said I wasn’t gonna make you worry, but now you’re distracted from work.”

The hybrid frowned and burrowed even closer to his sick hyung, pulling him tightly into his arms so that his mouth could press gentle kisses against the side of Hoseok’s neck. “I’m not distracted. I need breaks too, as much as I hate to admit it. Plus Tae’s right, evenings are family time and that would still be the case whether you were at full health or not.” He watched as the other wiped at his nose with exhaustion weighing down his movements. “But you don’t need to feel guilty about it, Hobi. You look after us so well when we feel bad, it’s only natural that we do the same. That we want to, because it’s you and we love you.”

Hoseok let out a heavy breath and relaxed his body, his muscles immediately quaking at the realisation that he’d been beyond tense before. He wasn’t a burden. They loved him. Which he knew, obviously, but it was always nice to be reminded. Especially when he would start getting silly idea’s into his head.

“Do we have-!?”

   Jungkook and Hoseok both turned to look at the door, trailing Taehyung’s booming broken question. Then the fluffy haired brunette appeared by the door with a sheepish smile and hands full of bottled medication. “Sorry, I momentarily forgot hyung’s headache.” He moved to set his findings down in Jungkook’s lap, sitting beside the younger while inspecting one of the smaller bottles labels. “I found some of that ointment that Jin and Namjoon made for us a while back. It was made for me I think, but it can be used with Hobi too so… “

“What were you asking earlier?”

“Ah,  I couldn’t find any more of that herbal lotion that helped sooth pain. I got the cold medicine though, and some water.”

Hoseok mumbled a soft ‘thank you’ as Jungkook soothingly rubbing circles into his chest while reminding Tae that they hadn’t restocked what he had been looking for yet – no doubt the young warlock would now be adding it to his ever-growing list of ‘things to do immediately’.

“Koo, unbutton hyung’s shirt for me.” Taehyung spoke softly as he shook out two pills from one of the bottles and slipped them into Hoseok’s mouth, quickly following that by opening and pressing the bottle of water to his lips for him to sip and swallow. It was a bit rough on his throat, but Hoseok had never been fond of syrups, so he would deal with the little ache that the tablets would soon sooth. Jungkook worked nimbly, peering over his boyfriends shoulder to find each button as his arms still encased the elder. It was soft and Taehyung had to take the moment to watch fondly as Hoseok yawned and rubbed at his nose with the tissue that had still been in his hand. Taehyung couldn’t help but lean in and press a kiss the elders forehead. “You can go to sleep if you need to baby. I’m just going to rub some stuff on your chest. It should help you feel better soon.”

“Head is so heavy, I don’t kdow if I cadn.”

“Well this might help then.” Jungkook reassured, running a hand through Hoseok’s hair.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate in opening the small bottle he’d been reading earlier – an ointment that worked just a little bit better than the standard store bought VapoRub that Hoseok usually got. He scooped out a little, letting Hoseok blow his nose before he smeared it on the reddening skin. He took some more and started by rubbing it between his palms to warm it up then spread it all over his boyfriends chest. Usually he would take his time massaging it into the skin, but with how heavy-lidded Hoseok’s eyes were drooping Taehyung thought working fast was probably the best route.

He scooped out some more and lathered it from his boyfriends chest, up to his neck so that the familiar tan skin gleamed before he closed the bottle and Jungkook started buttoning up the shirt again.

“Do you-oh my..H’h.. Eh’heitch’uh… H’iitCHH’ew… Shit, sorry.” Jungkook sniffed, flushing at having sneezed into Hoseok’s shoulder. “That stuff is really strong. ”

“I cad’t smell id.” Hoseok pouted, not even fazed at being accidentally used as a tissue.

Taehyung waved his hands at them, shooing them off of the bed just long enough to drag the blankets down and help Hoseok settle into the centre again, elevating his upper body slightly with some pillows. “I can put some more on your nose if you want. Maybe you’re too stuffy for it to work fast.”

“Ha’d bme a tissue.”

Jungkook moved the box to his lap as he climbed in next to his boyfriend, handing him one before blowing his own nose quietly to remove the little itch that the scent had triggered. Hoseok rolled it into a point that had his partners both raising a brow, watching him fail at trying to get himself to sneeze.

“You don’t like inducing like that.” Taehyung stated with lilting concern as he sat down, and Hoseok groaned. He took the tissue away, folding it neatly in half before setting it in his lap. “Let me try to  help.”

It started with a simple massage of sorts. It wasn’t something he did often, but he had read up on it before. Taehyung ran his fingers over Hoseok’s cheeks and forehead, working in small circular motions. It was definitely a longer process and his heart ached at how warm and swollen his partner was beneath his fingertips.

It must have been a combination of his actions plus the residue of ointment on his hands that had Hoseok soon frantically pushing them away with hitching breath. Nothing seemed to be happening other than a few gasps and a frustrated moan, so Jungkook took the tissue from Tae’s lap and let it over Hoseok’s nose. Forcing the sick man’s own breaths to heat his face while Jungkook began to massage and squish at his boyfriends full nose.

He had just moved to replace the tissue after having pinched and wiped up the mess they had coaxed out when Hoseok pitched forward, belatedly raising his hands as a congested sneeze ripped from his throat, only seeming to trigger more as his passages emptied.

“Bless you. Bless you.” Taehyung took some tissues from Jungkook and immediately took Hoseok’s hands to wipe clean while Jungkook dived in to hold fresh tissues to his face, catching the next round of sneezes.

“I-h’heh HE’ASHHU! Hh’h’ha..H’ATSHOO…H’Hh’hnn… …Htch’u-AT’CHH…h’h…uh’h.. H’ETCH’UHH-“

“Jesus baby.” Jungkook could feel the moisture seeping through the tissue. He switched for another, not quite catching it in time and forfeiting his arm to a bit of the thick spray before catching them in his shielding hand once more. “Breathe a bit.”

“H’h’HAH… …H’ih--HE’NGCHH’UH---H’ATCHEE…… A’TCHIEW-HA’GCHew… h’AGTCHU!!” Hoseok was panting. The itch was still there but it seemed like he’d gotten most of it out. Into the hands of his boyfriend, much to his own embarrassment. “So’ah..ugh. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” Jungkook smiled, moving the tissues again for Taehyung to now replace them with his own tissued hand.

“Blow.”

There was no point in hesitating, so Hoseok did as he was told. His head and throat throbbed, and he had to take a breather mid blow but eventually he was content enough to lean back and let his boyfriends curl into either side of him. Sure he still couldn’t breathe from both nostrils, but it was better than before. Taehyung even put a little more of that ointment on his nose and Jungkook was right, it was strong and had sent him into another small fit that was thankfully less severe than the previous one. But it had exhausted him in such a way that he was finally able to get some sleep.

The next time he managed to be woken up was by a heavy stream of midday light invading from their cracked open curtains and  Jungkook’s jolting frame from where he was huddled beside him as the hybrid sneezed thickly into the deteriorating supply of tissues.

#bts snz #bts fanfic #bts sickfic #sick hoseok #snzfic #bunny hybrid jungkook #warlock taehyung #hybrid jimin #human jhope #magic exists #colds #dance teacher hoseok #hobi is a mess #caring taekook #they're good boyfriends #domestic boyfriends #poly relationship #anyway enjoy

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#just thinking about how my senior year english teacher nominated me for a writing award despite having meh grades #and my family didn’t show up lol #and after the awards were over n everyone was taking pics w their families i was just standing there like 👉👈 #she comes up to me and hands me a note #basically just saying that i should pursue writing #and if i ever feel like nobody is supporting me to read that letter bc she does #n she had taped a figurine of little prince #which is a book about staying young at heart and always craving exploration n learning #n she said that when she read the book she thought of me #gonna go cry now lol #IDK WHY I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT THAT LOL #I THINK BC JIMINS INTERVIEW MENTIONED THE LITTLE PRINCW #teachers are genuinely so important #especially for children w no support system #idk if i would’ve went to college if it wasn’t for her :’)))

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Happy Fucking Birthday

Title: Happy Fucking Birthday

Word Count: 3792

Summary: just a little maknae line throuple au situation, in which jungkook twists his ankle and then catches a cold from being out in the rain on his birthday

A/N: sorry but I literally created this tumblr so I could get this idea out of my head i’ll go back to lurking now byeee

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Jeon Jungkook’s day starts out the way it always does, with an iced coffee in hand, the cup chilling his fingers as he unlocks the bookstore that he owns. 

Well, to be more accurate, it starts out with him waking up in bed between his two boyfriends, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, but he’s not really a morning person so he considers the true beginning of his day to be those moments after he gets his first sip of beautiful cold liquid caffeine in his system. 

Waking up between Jimin and Taehyung is definitely the best part of his day though. He usually opens his eyes to the warmth of Taehyung behind him, face pressed into the back of his neck and arm around his waist, and Jimin at his front, pert ass up against his crotch and one hand gripping Jungkook’s to his chest, keeping Jungkook firmly in place. It’s nice, being in the middle. He’s a happy man when he’s between Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, especially when he wakes up in a group cuddle with them. A big-spoon little-spoon sandwich, if you will.   

Some mornings, waking up with the warmth and proximity of two very fine bodies leads to other things, but this morning, Jungkook is fucking exhausted. He wants to fall back asleep, but the bookstore won’t open itself, and Jimin’s alarm is bound to go off any minute, so he carefully untangles himself from his boyfriends and slips into the adjacent bathroom. 

The shower he takes does nothing to help wake him up. In fact, as he stands under the hot water, yawning and struggling to keep his eyes open, he’s legitimately worried he’ll fall asleep and drown under the spray. 

“Happy birthday,” a low, raspy voice says, and Taehyung pushes back the shower curtain and steps inside the tub next to Jungkook. He still looks half asleep himself, and his voice is still waking up, but the sight and sound of him makes Jungkook smile fondly.

“Good morning,” he says, leaning back against Taehyung’s chest. “Thank you.” 

Jungkook had completely forgotten that today is his birthday. He probably would never celebrate it if not for Jimin and Taehyung.  

Taehyung beams at him and then grabs Jungkook’s shampoo bottle, squeezing some out onto his palm, his nose scrunching in irritation immediately at the scent. He lathers the shampoo in his hands and then reaches up, moving his fingers through Jungkook’s hair in a way that’s definitely going to lull him to sleep if he’s not careful. 

After a minute or two, the gently scratching against his scalp stops abruptly. 

“Ohshit, the shampoo– shit–” Taehyung mashes his mouth and nose against his forearm and sneezes forcefully, the sound echoing loudly in the bathroom. 

“Bless you!” Calls out an angelic voice, and a moment later the shower curtain is pulled back once again to reveal Jimin’s face. Instead of his normal happy face, though, Jimin pouts in Taehyung’s direction.

“Why is it that you’re willing to wash Jungkook’s hair for him but you won’t do that for me? My shampoo isn’t even as strongly scented as his!” 

“It’s his birthday,” Taehyung replies, rinsing off one hand under the shower spray before pinching his nose tightly between two fingers. “And his shampoo…it’s not– it’s not that…not that…”

Jimin rolls his eyes, watching Taehyung struggle to fight off another sneeze. “Not that bad my ass,” he murmurs, nudging Taehyung to the side so he can get into the shower with them. He kisses Jungkook on the lips, then spins him around and helps rinse out his hair.

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

“I can wash and rinse my own hair, you know,” Jungkook grumbles, but he’s smiling. “Thank you.” 

They finish their shower quickly after that, taking turns under the spray to rinse off, and Taehyung keeps his hand over his nose the entire time, sniffling and fidgeting but not allowing himself to sneeze again. 

“Wow,” Jimin jokes as they towel off, watching Taehyung closely. “Imagine being strong enough to hold back as something as powerful as TaeTae’s sneeze.” 

Jungkook snorts. “Yeah, it would be impressive if he actually could pull it off.” 

Taehyung looks offended, but in the next breath he’s forced to bend in half as he’s finally overtaken by the sneeze, the expulsion ripping out of him like a scream. 

“Bless you,” Jimin sighs. He kisses the tip of Taehyung’s still twitching nose and then turns to Jungkook with a smile. “I hope you have a good day today, baby. Tonight we’ll make you a special birthday dinner, okay?” 

Jungkook nods and smiles back. Jimin is a first grade teacher, so he rushes off to get dressed for work, grabbing his packed lunch from the fridge afterward. He kisses Jungkook and Taehyung one last time each before heading out the door. 

Taehyung works as a carpenter, and his schedule is a little more flexible. He takes his time getting dressed, pulling on worn jeans and a t-shirt while Jungkook digs through his closet for a sweater. He finds a nice blue one that goes well with his black jeans, and then pulls on a jacket and boots to complete his look. Taehyung pulls him in for a hug, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear before releasing him and sending him out the door. 

The sky is overcast and the temperature is a bit chilly, but Jungkook is in a good mood as he stops by the café for his iced coffee and then walks the remaining block to the bookstore. 

He makes it less than two full hours into his day when everything goes to shit.

“Jungkook-hyung?” 

The sound of his employee calling for him breaks Jungkook out of his current state, which is post-last-sip-of-ice-coffee-bliss as he checks emails on his laptop, and he jumps out of his chair, looking around frantically for Yeongsu. 

“Jungkook! Help!” 

Yeongsu calls for him again. He has dropped any honorifics and his voice sounds panicked. Thank fuck Jungkook has already finished his iced coffee. He hurries toward the back corner of the bookstore, trying to imagine what he’s going to find, but he doesn’t get far before he trips over something hard and falls to the ground, ankle twisting painfully as he goes down.   

“Fuck!” 

Jungkook cries out in pain, hunching forward so he can grab his now throbbing ankle. There are footsteps, and then Yeongsu appears above him, eyes wide.

“Hyung! What happened?!”

Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath through his mouth and bites the inside of his cheek. The pain in his ankle is unreal. He’s never broken anything before, but he has to have broken his ankle, because fuck it hurts. 

“Jungkook-hyung?” 

Jungkook pushes out a shaky breath and looks up at Yeongsu. He remembers that just minutes before, the younger man had been in some kind of peril himself. 

“What happened with you? Why were you calling for help? Are you okay?”

“I…there was a spider,” Yeonsu answers meekly. Then, he crouches down beside Jungkook. “You should go to the emergency room, hyung. That looks bad.”

Jungkook swats Yeongsu’s outstretched hand away before he can touch his ankle. He pinches the bridge of his nose and suppresses the urge to scream.

“A spider.” 

Yeongsu nods. He at least has the sense to look a bit sheepish.

“A motherfucking spider.” 

“Yes, it was hu–”

“Lee Yeongsu!”

Yeongsu’s mouth snaps shut. And then opens again. And then closes when Jungkook glares at him.

“Would you like me to help you off the ground?” Yeongsu asks, standing and holding out his hand.

Jungkook looks around and grabs on to the nearest bookshelf. Ignoring Yeongsu’s offer of help, he pulls himself up to stand, keeping his weight off the injured ankle. 

“Please go to the doctor. You need to ice that, at the very least.”

Jungkook carefully rolls his ankle to test it out. It hurts like a motherfucker, but the pain is already subsiding a little and he has hope that it’s not broken. He looks at Yeongsu and frowns.   

“And what, leave you here by yourself? What happens if you see another spider? Hmm?” 

“I’ll call Namjoon-hyung,” Yeongsu replies, then swallows thickly when Jungkook narrows his eyes. “I-I mean, I’ll handle it myself. Because I’m capable. Please, hyung, what if your ankle is broken?” 

Jungkook sighs. “I will be calling you to check in every hour. And I swear, if I come in tomorrow morning and the store isn’t locked up…”

Yeongsu is nodding fervently. “I’ll remember to lock up this time, I promise!” 

It takes ten more minutes of Yeongsu assuring him he’ll be fine on his own before Jungkook actually considers leaving, and another ten minutes to convince himself to actually do it. He’s not going to the emergency room, though. He’s pretty sure nothing is broken, and he doesn’t want to explain to anyone that he tripped and fell because his employee was scared of a damn spider. He’ll go home, though, and ice his ankle, and maybe catch up on book orders at home. 

The walk to the bus stop is a slow, painful one. And a wet one, because the second Jungkook steps outside, the skies open up and rain starts pouring down, soaking Jungkook within seconds. By the time he gets to the bus stop, he’s cold and wet and shivering, his ankle is throbbing, and he just wants to be home. 

Some birthday this is shaping up to be.

Somehow, twisting his ankle and then getting caught in the rain on the walk to the bus stop isn’t even the worst part of this day. 

No, that would be the moment he reaches into his pocket for his bus pass and comes up empty. He checks his other front pocket, and then his two back pockets, and then both of his jacket pockets, but his bus pass is nowhere to be found. Then he looks in his wallet, and then pulls out his phone and stares at it like his bus pass might have gotten stuck to it. And then he checks all of his pockets again and tries not to freak the fuck out.

“I had it this morning,” he mumbles to himself, frantically panting himself down. 

The bus pulls up then, and the doors open, and one person gets off. Jungkook makes eye contact with the driver, but even the kindest bus driver isn’t going to let him ride without fare, so he drops his gaze and waits until the bus pulls away before slumping against the side of the bus shelter with a frustrated sigh. 

Fuck him for not bringing an umbrella or wearing a proper jacket, even. 

Walking home in the rain on a busted ankle is as awful as it sounds. Jungkook is torn between wanting to go slow to minimize the pain in his ankle and wanting to go fast so he can just get home quickly. He’s so cold that it feels like his bones are cold. Every drop of rain that hits his forehead or the back of his neck is agonizing. 

Seven blocks into his walk, a car drives through a puddle right next to the sidewalk and it sends an entire wall of water in Jungkook’s direction. On two good ankles, Jungkook might have been able to dodge sideways to avoid the resulting splash, but his current step has him gingerly standing on his bad ankle and all he can do is stand still and watch in horror as the water flies toward him, almost as if in slow motion, before completely drenching him from head to toe. 

He’s shivering so hard he feels like he could collapse by the time he reaches his street. His mood is just getting worse and worse by the second, and he can’t wait to get inside so he can get out of his wet clothes and be miserable in his warm, dry bed instead of being miserable out here in the rain. 

His nose is running profusely and it’s so cold that it almost hurts, and the constant trickle of mucus that he keeps sniffling back is starting to irritate his sinuses a lot. He feels a sneeze tickling his nose, so he lifts the collar of his sweater away from his body and tucks his mouth and nose inside, trying to cover properly. The not one, not two, but five sneezes that come out are wet and messy and make him cringe, but the resulting spray is arguably better ending up all over his chest than somewhere else. It still feels disgusting, though, and as he lets his sweater fall back against his skin he shudders. With a thick snuffle, Jungkook presses his sleeve under his dripping nostrils and desperately hopes they have tissues at home.   

His teeth are chattering by the time he’s in front of his door. His fingers tremble as they grasp his key, but when he finally gets it into the lock it turns too easily, as if the door had already been unlocked. Pushing the door open slowly, he peers into the apartment, wary of there being an intruder inside. 

There is someone inside his apartment. Two someones, and they stare at him, mouths dropping open, mid-hanging up a banner that reads Happy Birthday! across the hallway. 

“Kookie?” Jimin jumps down from the chair he’s on and rushes over, but Taehyung stays frozen in place, staring at him in shock.

“W-what the fuc–” Jungkook is cut off by a set of three tremendous sneezes that he barely catches in the crook of his elbow, and the action nearly throws him off balance. He leans his back against the wall and tries to stay upright. 

“Oh! Bless you. You’re all…wet?” Jimin reaches up to run his fingers through Jungkook’s dripping hair. “Why are you soaking wet and why are you home so early?” 

Jungkook sniffles and huffs a breath out through his mouth. 

“Why are you two home so early?” He asks, even though it’s pretty obvious based on the banner and the balloons in the corner that he’s just now noticing. He had initially thought it to be a bit odd when all four of their friends had claimed to be busy tonight when Jimin and Taehyung invited them over last week, but now it makes a lot of sense. 

“Surprise?” Taehyung finally says, brain catching up to the situation. He jumps down off the chair and comes over to stand next to Jimin. He gets right up in Jungkook’s personal space, eyebrows knitting together as he watches Jungkook shiver and wrap his arms around himself. 

“You’re shivering,” Taehyung notes, voice full of concern, and Jungkook has to put a hand against his chest to push him away a little because he’s about to sneeze again. 

“Fuck,” he hisses after he sneezes, because he’d accidentally put full weight on his ankle in favor of not falling over and it hurts. 

The next thing he knows, he’s sliding down the wall until he’s on the floor, his bad ankle stretched out in front of him, and his eyes are hot and his head hurts and his ankle hurts and his nose hurts–

“Don’t cry, baby,” Jimin urges, kneeling down in front of him and brushing his thumb under Jungkook’s eyes to wipe the tears that are now falling. “Oh, what’s wrong?”

“My ankle,” Jungkook whimpers, and then he’s sobbing, loud, wet wrenching sounds that come straight from his chest. He feels a hand pull up the leg of his jeans, careful fingers brushing over his skin, and then Jimin touches his face again, impossibly gentle and soft. 

“What happened, Kookie?” 

Taehyung is taking off his boots and Jimin is stroking down his cheek and Jungkook can’t do anything but sob. 

“I’ll run him a hot bath,” Jimin says after a moment, leaning forward first to press his lips to Jungkook’s forehead. “Will you carry him into the bathroom?”

Jimin disappears down the hall, and Jungkook can hear the sound of the water being turned on in the bathtub. Taehyung scoops him up off the floor, careful not to jostle his ankle too much, and carries him down the hall like he weighs nothing despite the fact that Jungkook has a good six or seven kilograms on the older man.  

In the bathroom, Taehyung sits Jungkook down on the toilet seat and squats down in front of him to check out his ankle.

“It’s swollen, but I don’t think it’s broken or anything,” he says to Jimin. “I’m not a doctor though. Do you think we should take him in?”

Jimin bites his lip. “Let’s wait a bit, see how it’s doing after we elevate and ice it for a couple of hours.” 

Once the tub is full, Jimin turns off the water, and Jungkook peels off his wet clothes. He has stopped crying, but his face is still wet with tears. He allows Jimin and Taehyung to help him into the bath, shivering as his chilled skin is submerged under water. The hot water does wonders to warm him up, though it makes his nose run tenfold to breathe in the steam. He keeps his foot up on the edge of the tub, so his toes are a little cold, but he knows it’s best for the swelling in his ankle. He lets his head fall back, feeling exhausted and completely drained of all energy. 

Just outside the bathroom door, he can hear Jimin and Taehyung whispering. He doesn’t catch all of what they’re saying, but he can hear that they’re talking about him and the party they had planned for him tonight, and it makes him feel sad to know they planned something for him and will now probably have to cancel it. There’s a sudden lump in his throat, and he lifts his head, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes to stop the tears that are welling up again.

When Jimin and Taehyung come back into the bathroom, Jungkook sniffles wetly and leans his head back against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to make eye contact and see the disappointment in their eyes. He hears Taehyung make a low, sad sound, and then someone is beside him, their hand coming up to push Jungkook’s hair off his forehead. 

He cracks one eye open and sees that they’re both kneeling at the side of the tub now. Jimin is closest, and he’s holding up a dry washcloth, one eyebrow raised as if in question.

“Why don’t you blow your nose, sweetheart?” He says, bringing the washcloth to Jungkook’s nose. “You’re starting to sound stuffy.” 

Jungkook’s face flushes in embarrassment, and Jimin, noticing his hesitation, dabs the washcloth under his nostrils like it’s no big deal he’s literally wiping the nose of another full grown person. Jungkook does really need to blow his nose, but he can’t bring himself to do it when Jimin is the one holding the washcloth, and he’s grateful that Jimin doesn’t push further. When Jimin is done, he folds the washcloth and sets it on the edge of the tub, then dips his hand into the water to check the temperature.

“The water is starting to cool. Let’s get you washed up and then you can get out of there.” 

Taehyung switches places with Jimin, leaning over Jungkook to kiss his temple before settling back on his knees. 

“I get to wash your hair twice today,” Taehyung says, his smile wide. “Lucky me.”

He reaches out for Jungkook’s shampoo bottle, but Jungkook stops him with a hand on his arm. 

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t need you to wash my hair. You already did that this morning, and my shampoo bothers you anyway, and–”

“Jungkookie,” Taehyung interrupts, voice firm. “I would snort your shampoo straight up my nose every day for the rest of my life if it means I get to take care of you like this, okay? Just let me do this one thing for you, love.”  

His ridiculous statement makes Jungkook laugh wetly, and he takes his hand off of Taehyung’s arm. When Taehyung flips open the top of the shampoo bottle, it’s Jungkook who lets out a string of sneezes, to all of their surprise. 

“Kookie, baby,” Jimin says. “Did you catch yourself a cold out there in the rain? You’ve been sniffling and sneezing since you got home.” 

Jungkook shrugs, because he’s positive that’s exactly what happened but he doesn’t want it to be true, because that would just make this shitty day even worse.

“You poor thing,” Jimin coos. 

“I don’t wanna catch a cold,” Jungkook sniffles. “I don’t wanna have a twisted ankle.” And then he’s crying again, tears running down his cheeks, and Jimin is pulling the plug to drain the tub while Taehyung pets his wet hair and kisses his temple again.  

“It’s okay, Jungkookie,” Taehyung whispers. “We’ll wash your hair tomorrow. Let’s get you into some warm clothes.” 

The two of them help Jungkook out of the tub and then help him dry off, and then they each get one of his arms around their shoulders so they can help him into the bedroom. 

“Would you like to rest a bit?” Taehyung asks once he’s dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, and Jungkook nods. 

It’s only 3 p.m. Jungkook crawls to his spot in the middle of the bed and all but collapses onto his back. Taehyung pulls the comforter up to his chin, and Jimin lifts the blanket at the other end to slide a pillow under Jungkook’s ankle. They forgo an ice pack, because now that he’s out of the bath, Jungkook is shivering again. 

“Do you want cuddles?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook bites his lip to keep it from quivering and nods. 

Jimin and Taehyung crawl into bed and wrap their arms around his waist. Taehyung smooths his hair back, his fingers running soothingly through his damp locks, and Jimin rubs lazy circles on his stomach. It feels nice, to be cuddled like this, even though he feels rather miserable. Jungkook really does feel stuffy now, his breath whistling in and out of his nose, and the congestion is making him have to breathe out of his mouth. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on Jimin and Taehyung’s touches instead of the fact that his head is now hurting too.  

Happy fucking birthday, Jungkook thinks to himself as he drifts off to sleep, his nose stuffed up and his ankle throbbing and his eyes swollen from crying.

At least he has the comfort and the warmth of his two boyfriends on either side of him.

#sickfic #sick jungkook #bts sickfic #bts snz #jungkook whump #catching a cold from being in the rain #because that's my favorite #part two where seokjin yoongi hoseok and namjoon still come over that evening to celebrate jungkooks birthday and help take care of him #huh? #what? #bookstore owner jungkook #teacher jimin #carpenter taehyung #jungkook/jimin/taehyung #poly relationship

[stormblessed95]

I love dance teacher jimin

https://twitter.com/dailyjimn/status/1560867990664384512

Omg because I also LOVE dancer teacher Jimin. Something about it is just 😍😍

A favorite compilation of mine from the same person lol

He is so talented!!

#dance teacher jimin

[koolibrary]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook's Parents, Original Characters Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Kid Jeon Jungkook, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Jeon Jungkook is Trying His Best, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, at least I think it’s light angst, Idol Park Jimin (BTS), Teacher Min Yoongi | Suga, Kid Fic, Found Family, Chatting & Messaging, Everyone Loves Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga is Good at Feelings, Park Jimin is Bad at Feelings (BTS), Hurt/Comfort, Orphans, Adoption, Teddy Bears, Cute Kids, Happy Ending Series: Part 5 of All my little commission gems Summary:

“So, does this mean we’re not strangers anymore?” he asks and predictably the boy nods his head. “Because you know my favourite colour?”

The boy, Kookie, looks a little like a bobble head with the way he’s nodding so much. “Bananas are yellow.”

“They are,” approves Jimin. “It’s nice to meet you, Kookie, I’m Jimin by the way.”

“Jimin-ssi likes yellow,” Kookie responds. “He’s not a stranger.”

 (OR: Jimin comes to adore a little boy at his husband’s school who is in serious need of some tender love and care.)

#personal fav #cried #yoonmin #yoonmin fic #kid jungkook #baby jungkook #angst #fluff #found family #adoption #idol jimin #teacher yoongi #parents yoonmin

[taetaespeaches]

He gets it from Dear :(

Please 😭 this is so precious and it seriously is so Jimin and Dear coded, he definitely has admired Dear in the classroom and has adopted some cute little leading/direction tactics like these

#idkijustlovebts #asks #amy💜 #he really is so kindergarten teacher coded here :(( he’s so cute #jimin/dear

[bt5bby]

Yoongi had never thought of himself as a player. He had only ever had sex a handful of times with two women. He was a kind man and a great teacher for his high school history class.

He had a 2 year old from his late long term girlfriend and his sweet, chubby, teenage neighbour Jimin had been looking after his little one after school while Yoongi attended meetings and work events.

Life was looking up and one night Yoongi got a little too drunk. A steamy night with his neighbour/student had Yoongi thinking that he had everything he wanted, but when his first fling from college shows up and dumps seven year old twins on his door step the very same night Jimin tells him he’s pregnant, Yoongi starts to realise that he doesn’t really understand how birth control works.

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I need this in my life, right now. ☹️

#bts pregnancy blog #teacher Yoongi #pregnant jimin #yoonmin

[seoul-bros]

Hats off to this guy!

There are definitely easier ways to earn a living than having to deal with this chaotic bunch. Teacher Lee Sung-Young started off the episode with a flourish which dropped a few jaws.

He was calm. He was collected but he hadn't bargained for the tannies.

Especially Jin.

If KARMY could give his business a boost by booking in for flying yoga classes that might be a nice way to say thank you.

Post Date: 11/10/2022

#Run BTS #Flying Yoga #Teacher Lee Sung-Young #Chaotic tannies #BTS #rm #jin #suga #jhope #jimin #v #jungkook

[xoxiu]

autumn outside the post office - jin x reader

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≪ how long will beautiful things last? ≫

summary: it wasn't your fault that dr. kim was the most beautiful man you've ever seen. falling for him was entirely your fault, however. first semester at college and you're already dreaming of a student/professor relationship- so naughty and against the code of conduct. you like the thrill, though.

tags/warnings: smut, teacher!jin, college au, cute yet forbidden romance, daddy dom!jin, love triangles, frat boys jungkook and taehyung, age regression, age play, ddlg, spanking, eating disorders, mental health, first love, exhibitionism, lots of blowjobs, age gap

It was a downpour of rain while you waited for the bus. Everyone around you remained somewhat dry under their umbrellas, except for you. You were the dumbass who didn't have an umbrella. Alas, you had to brave the elements and hope you didn't get sick the next day.

The rain was so thick, you couldn't make out any of your surroundings. The post office across the street was just a blur, and the police office wall you leaned against was your only marker indicating you were at the right location. Car headlights shined brightly, reflecting off the water on the road. It was all quite calming, except for the fact that you were freezing and wet.

Thankfully, the bus came slightly before its scheduled time. You scurried on and took the closest available seat. Your sweatshirt stuck to your body as if it were glued on as you tried to remove it. Eventually, you managed to remove it, feeling less like a trapped wet dog.

The bus ride was 45 minutes to the main campus. Quickly, you ran to Hanson Hall with your sweatshirt over your head, trying to protect yourself from the rain. Of course, it did nothing. But it was better than nothing.

You arrived inside and immediately entered one of the giant lecture halls. You always sat in the back near the aisle for easy access to the exit. Chemistry was long and boring, so you took frequent 'bathroom breaks' whenever things got too slow.

Shuffling around in your backpack, you found your student ID for attendance. You went to the front of the lecture hall and scanned in, the teacher assistant smiling at you as you did so.

"Good morning, y/n," he said. He sat at the table where the card reader was, the professor standing at the podium only a few feet away. You liked the TA, Taehyung, and often saw him hanging out in your hall with Jimin. He always had an infectious smile on his face.

"Good morning!" You cheerfully replied before heading back up the stairs to your seat. You were rather early to class- students from the previous class were still piling out of the lecture hall. That didn't bother you too much, as you used the few minutes to catch up on emails on your phone.

One email caught your eye. It was from Dr. Kim, reminding the class about his office hours today. You completely forgot about stopping by to see him today. Thankfully, it was still a few hours until the designated time, so you didn't feel too bad about forgetting. As you scrolled through your inbox, you kept fantasizing about having that one-on-one time with Seokjin.

Class ended a few minutes late, at ten minutes to 1 pm rather than fifteen. That didn't bother you, it just meant less time to wait for Dr. Kim's office hours. As you exited the lecture hall, a loud crack of thunder echoed throughout the building. It was still storming outside. Lucky for you, you could get to Seokjin's office through the skywalks connecting Hanson Hall, the computing building, and the humanities building. It was quite the walk between the three buildings, so you would arrive perfectly on time.

You listened to your music as you walked through the buildings, trying your best to stick in with the other students heading for class. No one ever stopped and talked to each other in the busy halls, everyone rushed to the classes or stood along the walls waiting for the previous class to dismiss. It was nice, you thought, as it eliminated the bullshit that happened in the halls of your high school.

Finally, you arrived at Dr. Kim's office on the third floor of the humanities building. Taking a deep breath, you softly knocked on the metal door.

"Come in!"

You tried to tone down your happiness and excitement as you opened the door. Seokjin sat at his desk, staring intently at his laptop, wearing his eyeglasses. He gestured for you to sit on the chair opposite him, and you did as instructed. His office was filled with books- bookshelves surrounded his office that were filled with books amongst other knick-knacks. Next to your chair was a beanbag chair, and on the other side of you was a dog bed. Did Seokjin have a dog? He seemed more like a cat person. Another chair was located next to Seokjin's own, but it was currently stacked with papers.

"Ah, y/n. Thanks for stopping by," Seokjin leaned back in his chair with a smile. He stared you up and down with half-lidded eyes. You felt as if he was mentally undressing you. Blushing, you shuffled in your seat under his gaze.

"Hi, Dr. Kim. I just had a few questions about some things."

"Hmm, is that so?" You squirmed in your seat, mouth slightly parted in a pout. Seokjin was making it quite obvious- he was interested in you. Or maybe you were just projecting your own lust onto him. What you couldn't doubt were the wandering eyes as Dr. Kim looked you up and down.

"So, you, uh, mentioned that women wrote many works during the Joseon period. I was just curious as to what they wrote about," Seokjin nodded and smiled as you spoke, intrigued by your question. He cleared the papers off the chair next to him, placing them on top of another stack on his desk.

"Come sit over here. We'll look together."

You quickly moved over to the little yellow chair, desperate to get closer to him. He fiddled around on his keyboard, typing eloquently in Korean. You understood nothing that was on the screen, making you wonder why he wanted you to change location. Once he stopped typing, finding the website he was looking for, you looked up to see his face.

He looked very happy, almost excited to share his knowledge with you. It made you feel giddy inside- you were the one making him feel this way.

"Many of the women writers were royal and noble women. They wrote down details of their daily life, private thoughts, and personal situations. And then there were female storytellers. They didn't write down their stories, only told them orally. I found a few I'd like to translate for you."

You listened as he read off a poem in Korean. His voice sounded so soothing and beautiful as he spoke, so animated and passionate. Your heart fluttered with every word and syllable- and you thought you couldn't be more infatuated with him.

"Who'd say I'm not a beauty enough, and I'm good with a needle and loom," Seokjin began translating the poem, his voice just as silky and sultry as before. You felt him shuffle in his seat next to you, scooting his chair closer to you.

"But for I come from a poor family, no good matchmaker will see me," At this point, you weren't even paying attention to his words, only the cadence as he spoke. Looking up at him, you saw his beautiful dark brown eyes behind his glasses. They were so, so dark, but this close up you could see the tint of amber brown.

"Weaving without pause into the night, the loom sobs with cold clicks, the swathe of silk on the loom shall make some lucky lady's clothes," An arm snaked around your shoulders. Seokjin's hand rested on your shoulder furthest from him, embracing you in his warmth.

At that moment, your fate was sealed. In your heart, you knew Seokjin wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You thought back to your previous two class sessions with him, and couldn't help but remember the way his eyes would always linger on you a bit longer than normal. When you looked down to write your notes or read a handout, you felt his eyes watching you. It all made sense now.

"But with the scissors in hand, my ten fingers grow stiff this cold night-"

In a blaze of passion, you turned and held Seokjin's face in your hand, turning it ever so slightly to face you. You closed your eyes, giving him a gentle and passionate kiss on his lips. His eyes grew wide in surprise, backing away from the kiss.

You panicked- was this not what he wanted? Maybe he didn't like you, and he just had a very flirtatious personality. Fearful, your eyes widened as well as you lowered your hand. Apologies spilled from your mouth, only to be hushed by his mouth back on yours.

The kiss deepened, his hands reaching towards your bottom, massaging it roughly before picking you up. He placed you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss, and you now straddled him. Eventually, Seokjin pulled away, both of you breathless.

"Dr. Kim, I-" you spoke first, trying to further apologize as embarrassment overcame you. You sat on your literature professor's lap- this was not normal.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he placed his forehead against yours, giving you another quick peck on the lips. "I've been waiting for this, y/n. I'm so glad you took the initiative."

He brushed a hand through your hair, admiring your soft curls from the rain. He took a moment to take in the sight of you. Your red face, plump red lips, and glassy brown eyes. Perfect and disheveled, just for him.

A knock on his office door made you jump. Both of you quickly turned towards the door, hoping whoever was out there didn't barge in.

"Just a moment!" Seokjin called out. He looked back at you with a smile, making no attempt to remove you from his lap. One last peck on the lips, and you removed yourself from him.

You straightened out your clothes and grabbed your bag, giving a quick goodbye before exiting his office. On the other side of the door was Cara, who looked equally as surprised as you.

"y/n, I didn't take you as the type of student to come to office hours!" Cara said, her voice leaking with fake niceties. "I guess you should be going, huh?"

The evil, jealous glare on her face was evident, hidden behind the mask of faux happiness. She knew what you were up to because she was trying to be the same way. She shoved past you, giving Dr. Kim a pretty smile.

As you went to close the door, you took notice of Cara's outfit. She wore a white button-up blouse with a little black bow and a black skirt that rode up to mid-thigh as she sat down. Her shirt, however, was completely wet. It was now see-through, allowing everyone to see her little pink lace bra, and how her boobs spilled over in them. You gave one last glance to Dr. Kim, who now gave his attention to Cara.

Dr. Kim was a hot commodity.

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bring back war of hormone era like yes tell me to get in the kitchen what u want to eat i got u

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Teach Her ✔️ - Mr. Park (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/395357511-teach-her-%E2%9C%94%EF%B8%8F-mr-park?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=michaeledrub&wp_originator=fETxV74f3%2FhMtK%2Fo7JDDacYc2pbM6y%2FNU%2F5wYaCnWvK9P2wg2AH8xsCjg8navUsp3TwMNjAUJUp9%2F2H9eLOGX6YrPx7HY3DtvFnD5ynhMrcgNMLgAreSnge22f%2BImkk5 "Screw the rules. I want you, Kim Y/N." THIS FIC WAS MADE INTO CLICKBAIT FOR A YOUTUBE VIDEO COMPLAINING ABOUT KOREABOOS LOLLL ITS NOT THAT BAD GIVE IT A CHANCE you can find an audio cover on TerryTV :) Highest Ranking : [#1 in Fanfiction] BTS Park Jimin x reader High school teacher AU Translations: Spanish

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