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i-am-baechu · 9 months

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♬ Summary: Jungkook is proud that Y/N is his girlfriend and he of course lets the world know how much he loves her.

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, angst?, fluff, and smutish

♬ Warnings: Smut angst(ish) and fluff (lol)

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

♬ Authors note: Time jump like I know the story isn’t here yet but I couldn’t help myself lol

After being with Y/N for a while, Jungkook already knew her reaction to the song. Y/N always got mad (flustered) at him for sharing things with his members about their love life but she also thought it was cute. When Jungkook told her that he was working on his solo album, he lied to her. The lie wasn’t big but he just said he was going to do a love song for her and she couldn’t help but fall for him more. The song had two versions to it, normal (for Y/N) and explicit (for Jungkook); problem solved. The only thing he wasn’t looking forward to was Y/N scolding him.

Y/N sat in the studio watching Jungkook sing away in the booth and she couldn’t help but smile at him. She loved watching him sing because of how passionate he was about it. He opened his eyes and gave her his bunny smile letting her know he was truly happy. He put his headphones on the stand and walked outside. He gave her the hand motion to come here and she tilted her head at him. She placed her laptop on the couch and said her sorrys to the producers who just gave her a smile. She stood under Jungkook and gave him a confused look, “Is everything okay?”

He nodded his head and leaned down, giving her a quick kiss, “I just wanted a kiss from you.”

Her face felt hot and she glanced at the producers who weren’t even paying attention to them, “Yo-You can’t just kiss me in front of them...”

“Why? You don’t want my love?”

She slapped his chest gently and crossed her arms over her chest, “T-That’s not what I meant and you know that.” She looked over his body to look at the stand and a soft smile appeared, “You're doing a good job. Your English has improved, I’m proud of you.”

He kissed her forehead at this and nodded his head, “It was all because of you. You're a great teacher, you know.”

“I-I tried my best...Are you almost done?”

“Almost, can you wait another hour?”

“Of course, I can. I just need to look over the reports from work.”

He nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry you have to wait for me.”

“Eh? It’s okay, Kook. I’m glad I can spend time with you.”

Another reason why he loved Y/N. She was always patient with him and just wanted to be with him regardless of what it was. He also knew she struggled in her life. She had clinical depression and there were days when it was so hard for her to function. It hurt him to see her like that because no matter what he did, she stayed the same. She always felt bad for doing this to him but he understood.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Y/N looked up from there to give him a small smile, “I will be...”

He gave her a small frown and sat on the bed. He grabbed her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently, “Are you having another episode?”

She sighed and nodded her head, “I am...I don’t know why though. I know you wanted to go on a date today but I don’t know...I don’t know if I can. I-I’m sorry.”

“I wish I could take the weight off of your shoulders.”

She gave him a small smile and leaned into his body, “I love you...”

“I love you more.”

Her shy nature made intimate moments between the two even better. Jungkook still couldn’t believe that she was a virgin when they met and that she didn’t really have experience with a boyfriend. It made his heart flutter to know that he was her first and her last. It was an honor that he will carry for the rest of his life. There were moments when she had to push Jungkook out of bed to go to work or even to stop him from having another round. He just couldn’t get enough of her. How could he? She was everything he wanted and more, a blessing even.

“Yo-Your fingertips are cold...”

“Let me warm them up then.” He slid his hand down her stomach to her entrance. He shoved two fingers in and she arched her back off of the bed. He looked down at her red face and couldn’t help his heart beat faster. She looked so cute even though they were doing something sinful.

He brought his head down to her breast and started sucking at her nipple making her moans even louder. He backed away and grabbed the condom off of the bed but she noticed he was different tonight. He looked nervous and she kind of knew why. She gently brought his head into her chest and kissed the side of his head, “Kookie~, It will be okay. I know your solo will be good.”

He pulled away and looked down at her and gave her a soft smile, “I love you.”

“And I love you more.”

He placed the condom on his cock and gave her another smile, “I don’t think you understand...I love you so much.”

He intertwined their fingers together next to her head and thrust into her. She let out a moan and he leaned down letting her moan into his mouth, “Kook~!”

Their tongues swirled each other and he opened his eyes to peek at her. Her face was so red that he could feel the heat off of it and with her eyes closed, it made her look so innocent. He kept thrusting into her as he placed kisses on her neck, “You give me strength...”

Today was release day. Y/N and Jungkook were in New York for him to perform at Good Morning and she was so excited to see it. She was going to be in a special area making sure no one could see her. This was the second thing on her mind, the first thing on her mind was just seeing him perform. They sat in the hotel with her laptop on the bed as she looked at him with a smile, “Are you excited?”

He gave her a nervous smile and laugh, “I’m not sure...”

She leaned forward placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, “I’m excited. You didn’t let me come with you to the filming...I’m still upset about that, you know.”

He rolled his eyes and brought her in to sit on his lap with her laptop in hers. He kissed the side of her head and chuckled, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“You know I don’t like surprises...”

“Too bad.”

She glanced at the time and looked up to see him already looking down, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I am.”

She pressed play and she watched it as he played with her fingers. She laughed at some parts and rolled her eyes. When the video was over, she turned her body so she could straddle his waist with a goofy smile, “This just shows how clingy you are...”

“Clingy for you only baby.”

The autoplay on youtube went to the next song and she glanced to see what was playing. She turned her whole body and she squinted at the screen, “JUNGKOOK! WHY DOES THIS SAY EXPLICIT!”

He felt sweat forming on his forehead as he let out a small laugh, “I-It’s nothing.”

I'll be fuckin' you right, seven days a week. She glared at the screen with her mouth open and her face blazing. She shut her laptop and let out a groan as she brought her hands to cover her face, “Why did you make that!?”

He pouted at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Because I love you, plus the world knows I have a girlfriend. They know I’m talking about you.”

“Th-They don’t know it's me! OH MY GOD, THE GUYS ARE GONNA LISTEN TO THIS AND KNOW!!”

Jungkook let out a laugh and kissed her cheek, “I kiss your waist and ease your mind..”

“NOT NOW JUNGKOOK! SINGING WON’T GET YOU OFF THE HOOK!”

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yulixi · 11 months

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𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦... pt.1 | jjk

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢:Army has seen over time the beautiful friendship between the maknae Jungkook and the model Y/N.

But since the Y/N model began to share more photos, videos, and appear in some of Jungkook's live shows, a part of the fandom began to have doubts.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗:Jungkook x fem!reader

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜:fluffy, cute, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

But since the Y/N model began to share more photos and videos of them together, a part of the fandom began to have doubts.

@/Junggmaknae:It is clear that we have all seen those beautiful videos and photos of them together.

But that video that the beautiful model Y/N shared with us via instagram, I'm still not well after that beautiful video of them together.

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The video begins with Y/N smiling at the camera, you could see that he was on the ground.

A few seconds later he could see the muzzle of a dog approaching his face.

She laughed as she felt the dog's tongue on her cheek.

"Look at this big and beautiful dog," said the model before sitting down and showing the well-known pet of the youngest BTS member.

It could be seen that she caressed it and how the dog got excited getting closer to her

"Uh? What are they doing?" the male voice was heard

"Just showing off Bam" Y/N laughed while looking at the young man

Some footsteps could be heard and how the singer appeared looking at the camera "hello" he said with a funny voice

And there the video ended but there was still a second video, Jungkook playing and jumping with Bam and in the background the model's laughter could be heard, the video lasted a few more seconds and soon ended.

That was enough for the fandom to start giving their opinions of the two of them...

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@/Junggmaknae: OMG?!?!?! But that last video?

That video from now on lives in my mind permanently, I won't let it go

If you like it, give me a like and reblog ^^

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jjunsolos · 1 month

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12. ; on my soul

synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

warnings - profanity asf, jungkook being stubborn and immature, yn js not having it😭 lmk if i missed anything !

author’s note - im staying away frm writing for a while bc i cant write without taking 10 years to finish😭

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hopeismimi · 6 months

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STAR LINE : 005

Synopsis: Y/N is debuting in Hybe’s new girl group Cosmatic, while she felt a lot of pressure from debuting under a company that houses the biggest boy group, she’s never going to see them, right? And if she did ever see them, she’d never talk to them, she’d never ever develop a relationship with one of the members, right?

lets get this bread:

a/n: I want to be able to upload these daily but also I have no good ideas when writing </3 << previous next >> taglist : @bxcndd @alienchickenpoop @vampcharxter @mochimommy2002

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jungcam · 3 months

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jungkook

jimin

taehyung

yoongi

jhope

namjoon

seokjin

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nsfwtaegis · 4 months

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witness

— UNTITLED: THE SMAU

8 besties fall in love. inspired by the untitled one shot by nsfwtaegis

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vminity21 · 1 year

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Arms Like Home | pjm

Pairing: veterinarian!Jimin x veterinarynurse!reader, the final chapter of tails of love {20} {written}

Genre: angst, smut, fluff, socialmedia!au, f2l!au

Word Count: 4,172

Warning(s): profanity, dirty jokes, angst, dirty talk, smutty kissing, unprotected sex, smut, clit play, secretive sex, rough sex, would read previous chapters before this one; Rated: 18+

Summary: How will you tell him the truth about the secrets you have kept from him?

TagList: @ficlibrarie , @gukniverse , @emwy11 , @theceraunophilegirl , @yoonoclock , @xxxanimangxxx , @juju-227592

“I’ve got a few minutes to spare.”

You pressed your lips to his ear. That whisper that made his knees weak when you would meet him in the hallway of your father’s clinic. The certain hallway that didn’t have any cameras for anyone to detect the rendezvous or the quick kisses before parting ways or the giddy laughter or the hugs he would envelop you in on the bad days. Jimin’s lips parted almost immediately in reaction to your seductive gesture, and it didn’t take much for him to follow you to the nearest storage closet where you gripped his doctor’s coat he had to wear while he interned, dragging him to your lips right when the door closed behind him.

Jimin’s hands gripped your hips while he deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling with yours while your back toppled over small boxes of what you were assuming were heartworm preventatives from the shelf, he pushed you against. Jimin paused, eyes shot open. Your fingers slid into his hair tugging ever so slightly to keep him focused on you. “I’ll pick it up later.” You breathed against his lips, carefully gliding your teeth along his bottom lip igniting the softest of moans from the back of his throat. You felt the warmth beneath you before he returned to bruise your lips.

Entangled in kisses, he peppered his plush mouth tepidly along your neck while you moaned softly to ensure nobody could hear you, but you wished you could be as loud as you could because every fiber of your being loved this man. Adored him even. Eventually he lifted you onto a counter, kissing you with all his might while the excitement continued into overdrive. His skin burned under your fingertips when your hand ventured under his dress shirt, but you knew clothes couldn’t come completely off in case of a sudden need to run for cover. In other words, if someone were to walk in and ruin the moment.

However, your scrub pants were elastic band meaning, he slipped his fingers easily into your underwear where he vibrated his fingertips over your clit while your teeth sunk into his clothed shoulder, humming erotically to the way his fingers moved against you. “What time is your appointment again?” You were panting, ajar lips touched the corner of his jaw.

“In ten minutes,” he was equally breathless.

“Well, I guess then we better hurry,” you tauntingly made eye contact while you slid down from the counter. Your hands roamed down your body until you moved your pants to your knees. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched every second. Biting your own lip, your eyes scanned him up and down, his bulge evident beneath his pants. Slowly, you undid his belt, and once he was freed, nothing was going to stop the pair of you; he pressed into you, thrusting roughly while your fingernails dug into his coat. “Holy fuck,” he growled quietly into your neck.

It is crazy after two years; you both still had this love that drove you two wild. When you would sneak out at night from your parent’s house to see Jimin, the sex was always more loving, time was taken, words were expressed from the heart. But this flip side, you two loved the rough, secretive sex behind closed doors. You loved the adventure, yet you loved the serene nights where you could feel every inch of his warm skin on yours.

You will never forget when the pair of you first met. On his first day at your father’s clinic when Jimin was hired, the pair of you did nothing but play ‘eye hooky’ the entire time. It took a few weeks before Jimin approached you officially and introduced himself. The next thing you knew, he asked for your number, the pair of you went on countless dates, and the first night he professed that he was in love with you- that was when you knew that he was the one. You had never felt so deeply for someone. He made your heart soar. He made life more fun. He was the man you had always dreamed of.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips when climaxes were reached making the world stop when you connected with the love pouring from his eyes. “I love you,” he said. He meant it. He really meant it.

“I love you, too.” You responded, but regretfully had to cut the serene moment short to clean everything up before somebody came in. Plus, once the high of the orgasm was gone, reality set in and the last thing you needed was your father to find out about not only you rebelling inside of his clinic where the camera crew wouldn’t be seen, but also the fact you have had a secret boyfriend for a few years now.

Unbeknownst to either of you, somebody was watching. A girl who had feelings for Jimin. Dramatically hidden in what you call the corridors while she angrily watched you and Jimin exit the storage closet. Jimin adjusting his pants while the pair of you parted ways. You hoped to see him later that evening.

It was a year later when Shai, the girl who had been the fly on the wall, told your father everything. Jimin had, of course, rejected her and she didn’t take it fondly. When your father confronted you, angrily, he threatened Jimin’s career. Knowing Jimin’s dream was to be a veterinarian, and knowing your father was a very famous veterinarian in the field especially with his show, you knew, with devastation crept into your chest, that you had to let Jimin go. For Jimin. Because the moment your father, no matter how much you screamed, no matter how much you begged, you knew in your heart, he would take Jimin’s dream away from him if you stayed.

You will never forget the pure shock of pain in Jimin’s face when you ended things. How you tried to be as cold as you could though you were quivering beneath the exterior. You were hurting. He saw right through you. He couldn’t understand. You couldn’t tell him the truth. He adored your father, and you didn’t want his dream to be diminished. Jimin deserved success. Although all Jimin wanted was you. He loved you. He wanted his dream to be spent forever with you. He begged. You ran.

The blood curdling wails you let out in your car afterwards, the tears that endlessly poured down your face while you begged the universe to bring Jimin back. Little did you know, he was sobbing through the pain of losing you too. He never stopped loving you. And you never once stopped loving him.

Your father lost all your respect. Especially when you packed your bags, and he had the audacity to beg for you to stay. Your mother cried as she watched you unapologetically leave, and you miraculously had enough money saved to find somewhere to go. When you ended up at Bangtan Veterinary Hospital, the wonderful souls you met saved you from the aching that still lingered in your chest but suppressed it enough to make you smile again.

Monnie became the sister you never had. And the other crack heads became friends you never thought you would have either. They all saved you. They all mended you. Dr. Seokjin became the veterinarian you wished your father would have been. With the sense of humor and wit you wished he would have had or else Jimin would still be yours.

You can count on me.

Jimin’s arms. The home that you had missed every single second since you left him. An entire year of suppressed emptiness because the man that you loved with every fiber of your being had to be left behind. Because you made it your utmost priority to protect him no matter the pain. No matter the devastation.

You ran to him. Clung to him. Embracing him for the first time in what felt like a lifetime ago. It was as if he was going to disappear right before you like waking from a dream as if he was going to dissolve into your memory where you thought he would remain. But no. He is real. Your nose buried deep into his chest while his arms tightened around your frame, bringing a warmth you’ve needed while silent tears dripped from your eyes. His scent. The way his fingers tenderly slid into your strands until his palm pressed to the back of your head as if he needed you even closer than you already were.

He was unaware of your tears, nor would he know why. The pain your father caused and is currently causing is buried still.

But here you are, a year after the breakup. Jimin’s fingers laced with yours while a giddy smirk graces his lips, and he winks at you. You hold his gaze for a moment smiling in return. Dr. Seokjin is performing surgery on a sugar glider that is thankfully not his own pet and is unaware of Jimin’s bold move to hold your hand. The magic you two share is beyond what you could have imagined.

Though you two haven’t kissed yet, not since Jimin’s unexpected return to your life, you two have definitely been experiencing the giddy, ‘puppy love’ as if meeting for the first time. “Let’s say, we grab some coffee tonight?” Jimin keeps his voice low while your heart flutters. You squeeze his hand in response to his thumb running along the back of your hand.

“You know I’ll be there. And by the way…” You refrain from biting your lip. “After I help Namjoon walk the dogs this afternoon, I’ll show you my tits.”

The way Jimin eyes instinctively widen. You used to torture him while he was at work. And you can’t wait for that adventurous side to come back. The way you crave him. The way he craves you.

Though you are terrified of the higher ups finding out, nothing is going to stop you this time. Jimin, the love of your life, is back. He is back. Your father will just have to accept that this time you are not letting this go. Of course, your father has reached out profusely since you last saw him, but you can’t bring yourself to respond. He caused enough damage, and you are not sure what he can do to pick up the pieces.

It's hours later when Dr. Seokjin catches you off guard by asking you to meet in his office. A panic of questions spirals and Jimin happens to be seeing a patient right now, so he has no idea about your increasing anxiety. Monnie notices your widened eyes as you follow Dr. Seokjin but has a good feeling that everything will be okay though you aren’t quite there yet.

“Alrighty, have a seat.” Dr. Seokjin swings his hand towards the chair across from his desk while he cracks the door. His hair is mildly disheveled, but he still remains extraordinarily handsome as he likes to kid, and you gradually descend into the seat, hands squeezing nervously together.

“Did I? …Do something wrong?” You say shakily, gulping down the lump in your throat. Has he found out about you and Jimin? Why can’t you and Jimin catch a fucking break?

“Ah! No!” He does his one syllable laugh as he presses his palms onto his desk. It’s as if he is trying to appear menacing as a boss would, but with how goofy he is, you see right through him.

“Is this a joke? Am I getting a gold star or a write up slip? I thought we were over the propectalin prank.” You raise an eyebrow wanting to laugh, but too nervous to attempt to.

“Hah! No, the smell still wafts in my office because of you bafoons.” He pauses, getting some seriousness behind his eyes. “Your father called me.” His hands move to intertwine, leaning on his elbows while he notices the way your shoulders tense. Your stomach drops to your feet, and you can no longer retain eye contact. He really went straight to the point. You can’t speak. Your mouth goes dry.

Out of all of this, your father has the audacity to call your current boss? You are a grown adult. What business does he have getting between you and Jimin? Yes, you are his daughter, but he will not take Jimin or his career away. Not this time.

“He told me everything.” Dr. Seokjin tries to read your expression, but you remain stiff. After what feels like hours, the next sixty seconds, Dr. Seokjin speaks. “He recommended Dr. Park here with the hopes of you two reconnecting.”

Your ears heighten at the words you just heard as you raise your head to meet Dr. Seokjin’s eyes. He’s grinning so kindly that tears of relief brim your lids. “What?” You murmur.

“Now, don’t you cry, this is good news.” He nods briefly. “Dr. Yang said he made a mistake and can tell that Dr. Park is a fine young man. Though I also give my blessing as your boss, I don’t want any hanky panky going on inside my hospital. Do I make myself clear?” He wags a crooked finger while happiness exuberates beneath your chest, letting out a slew of laughter.

“Yes! Yes! Very clear!” You stand from your seat while you shake Dr. Seokjin’s hand.

“Good, now skidaddle, I’ve got emails to respond to.”

You realize when you return to the treatment area practically running that Jimin has left for lunch according to Monnie and Yoongi once his appointment ended, and when you checked with Namjoon, he ended up not needing help walking the dogs at all, so now you spend the next few minutes looking for Jimin. Though this is the best news you have received all year, the only thing you have yet to tell Jimin is about… Jeongguk. The night you hooked up with him thinking you would never see Jimin again. How is that going to even become a conversation? How in the world will you be able to tell him that secret you planned to keep buried until your entire friend group found out?

It's not fair to Jimin and you know that.

Also, your father. Should you contact him? Should you still avoid him? What does this all mean for the relationship between you and your parents? How will you also tell Jimin the real reason why you had to leave a year ago?

“Hey.”

“Gah!” You jump, spinning on a heel to see none other than Jeongguk, concern etched in his eyes. “Goodness gracious, you ham! You scared the fuck out of me!”

“Just doing my utmost duty.” He pats his chest while he does a brief bow. You peer at him teasingly.

“I’m about to accomplish my duty in shoving my apricot lube down your throat.”

“I- will never understand your violence. I feel unappreciated.”

Your hands find your hips while you bend forward wishing your heart rate would slow down. “You better be glad I appreciate you enough to let you survive after my life just flashed before my eyes. Now, what do you want, peasant?”

He’s silent, his large hands sliding into his scrub pockets. “Are you okay? I heard Dr. Seokjin pulled you into his office.”

Looking around to make sure nobody is in sight, you and Jeongguk walk towards the breakroom, but make the mistake of not going inside. You assume the sound of the microwave spinning would drown out your whispers. “My dad called him.”

“Dr. Yang!? Called Dr. Seokjin!? For what?” His doe eyes enlarge in surprise.

“Shhh,” you panic. Whipping around to double check the vicinity of human beings again. “Yes. My dad told Dr. Seokjin everything. How he almost ruined Jimin’s career because of me.” Jeongguk stays silent. “I just- I just don’t know what to think. Is my father really giving me his blessing from afar? Or is he setting Jimin up for failure? Again. I’m scared, Guk, I don’t- I don’t know what to think.”

He swallows softly. “I think… I think no matter what, Dr. Seokjin is going to take your side. Dr. Yang probably just wants his daughter back.”

Tears gather again, and the way your heart aches at his words. He probably just wants his daughter back.

“A father with some sense will do anything to get her back. Even if he must sacrifice the fact that he was wrong. That he fucked up. He can’t ruin Dr. Park’s career now. Dr. Seokjin adores the dude.”

A grin spreads on your lips.

“Just be together.” Jeongguk brushes your elbow with his fingertips. “What’s stopping you now?” The beep of the microwave echoes along with the opening of its door, but you feel you and Guk are out of ear shot.

You continue to hug yourself wishing this pain would quit budding its way back. A realization dawns Jeongguk’s expression. “Wait, have you told him about… us?”

“No…” You barely sound audible. “I don’t know how to.”

The clanging of Tupperware hitting the table in the breakroom stuns silence from you and Jeongguk. You remember with absolute certainty that Jimin just went on lunchbreak and… You couldn’t find him. But… you also hadn’t checked the breakroom. Oh no. By the time Jeongguk recognizes how frantic you move into the breakroom, you lock eyes with Jimin who you know, by the look in his eyes, that he just heard every word shared between you and Jeongguk.

“Jimin, please, I can explain.” You do not want the entire hospital to hear the desperation in your voice as Jeongguk stands behind you, preparing for whatever may unfold. Jimin’s eyes flicker from you to Jeongguk, despair, the all too familiar expression you witnessed a year ago, has returned and you don’t even know where to begin to fix it. Especially this time.

“You have someone else?” His voice is so soft, his fingers reach to press to his nose. “All this time, you were seeing someone else?”

You shake your head, holding your hands out as if to stop him. “No- no Jimin, it’s not what you think-”

“And your father? When exactly were you going to tell me? I would have done anything for you-”

“I-I couldn’t let your dream be ruined. Not because of me-”

“Not you. Your father would have ruined it, but at least I would have had you.”

“Jimin… please-”

“I can’t- I need a… moment.”

Jeongguk feels so helpless as he watches the two of you, tears find their way from your eyes. Jimin gathers his lunch and sets it in the fridge, rushing out of the door to his car as you stand there frozen. This is not what you had in mind. Before you fall to your knees, Jeongguk dashes from behind you and holds you while you let it all out. Once again, you ask the universe, why can’t you and Jimin just be together? Why does everything you touch have to be destroyed?

You put your phone on mute because you couldn’t take the messages from the group chat right now. Monnie held you tight while you cried, and she offered to stay, but you made it clear that she needs to keep her date with Yoongi. Hesitant, she eventually gets ready, giving you another hug before heading out for the night. She really is the best friend you could have ever asked for. You just didn’t want her to have to deal with your misery.

Jimin is settled in bed when he receives two text messages. One is from your father. Immediately he sits up with widening eyes as he reads every word, his heart pounding. Of course, you had no choice. Of course, you didn’t. Jimin knows that. Deep down he knew that when he overheard your conversation with… Jeongguk, that your father had the intention of destroying Jimin’s life. This revelation makes Jimin fall in love with you even more than he already is.

When he clicks out of Dr. Yang’s confession, he then sees with scrunched eyebrows that Jeongguk has also texted him. It’s funny how coincidences work sometimes, and though he feels the sting of hurt assuming you have also been in love with Jeongguk, he takes a few seconds to prepare himself before clicking open the message.

‘Hey… Hey Dr. Park, I know this will be awkward and I’m not exactly sure how to word any of this, but I swear to you there is nothing going on with me and y/n… In fact, we fornicated like, once. But she was still so in love with you, she told me not to tell anyone. She’s a great girl. Don’t let her go. Not because of me. I’m sorry it went down like that, but I can’t stand the thought of you two not being together.

Dude, just be together.’

Tears are in Jimin’s eyes as he guiltily runs a hand through his hair from not giving you a chance to explain earlier.

‘I’ll even buy you two a lifetime supply of apricot lube.’

Laughter escapes Jimin’s lips in so much relief when he sees the next text from Jeongguk. Jimin can finally breathe. Tears pang his cheeks while he folds over to let the pain out. You were his. The entire time. And he was yours. He responds to Jeongguk, asking where you reside. Quickly, he jolts from the bed, puts on his best attire, brushes his teeth, sprays his cologne, styles his hair and springs out the door without even a second thought.

He is not losing you again.

You’re sitting on the couch in comfy pajamas when the doorbell rings unexpectedly rings. You just brushed your teeth to settle for the evening, and you can’t help the confusion all over your face at the sudden knock on the door following the doorbell. “Who in the hell-?” You mouth, eyes burning from the crying.

When you open the door, just like a movie, you do not expect to see the man you have been in love with for four years standing there, his eyes shyly staring back as you take him all in. His scent breezing to your nose, his hair shining beneath the light, his clothes clinging to his frame like a damn model. “Jimin?” You croak.

“y/n, I know now.” He begins. His voice is as soft as flower petals. Your heart is ramming inside you but in the most beautiful way. “Your father texted me. He told me everything… So, did Jeongguk.”

Your eyebrows scrunch. “Excuse me what? What kind of drama show is this?”

“A fucking good one if you ask me.” Jimin says. “I’m sorry I walked away from you earlier.”

“No, Jimin please don’t apologize. You have every right to hate me.”

“Absolutely not.” He stops you. “Listen to me, I will never hate you. Your father is the one who messed up. Not you. I understand it all now. You sacrificed to make sure I succeed. You’ve done more for me than anyone I’ve ever known.” His lips curl into a teasing smirk. “And that blasted Jeongguk,”

“Oh God,” you blush as you stare downward waiting for what you’re assuming will be concern.

“He’s apparently got the apricot lube on lock.”

Meeting Jimin’s eyes you shake your head incredulously, “Of course he would mention some shit like that. I should have known.”

“You taught him well.” Jimin becomes serious, his tone lowering into a murmur. “And… I know seeing and talking to your parents again is going to be hard, but you do not have to go through it alone. I’ll be right beside you every step of the way if you ask me to.”

“Jimin,” your voice breaks as the crying starts again. You are so touched by this man before you.

“I love you.” His hands press to your face the moment he says it, foreheads touching as your hands find his wrists. The words you’ve been wishing and dreaming to hear again.

“I love you.” Your voice breaks, and he leans in, kissing you so sweetly while his thumbs move to swipe away the tears. This kiss. This kiss is magic. From another world. Hearts soaring into the galaxies while your lips move together. Now the crew can officially be together without any fear or sadness. The world of you and Jimin being together can finally be okay again.

“Now, let’s go get that coffee I promised.” Jimin smiles as he pulls away mischeiviously.

“I’ll go powder my nose,” he quickly kisses your giggling smile. “Unless… you wanna come see my tits.”

“Right behind you!” He smacks your ass excitingly as the pair of you enter your room. Now you two can be together. Saving animals, conquering the world, making your relationship known, celebrating your love. It all came together finally.

Finally.

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kimnjss · 2 years

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lake nantahala | kth sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn

🖇 synopsis:

— bruised knees from climbing trees, each summer was spent the same. now eight years of nothing have passed and they’re back where they started, forced to navigate through all the heartbreak that comes with seeing each other again in order to make a great summer for their friends.

pairing: sadboy!taehyung x spoiled!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: established jikook. platonic sope!

genre: angst!! some smut themes... childhood friends. e2l.

warnings: family issues. slight childhood trauma. mention of abusive parents. tae has been through so much lowkey. this taehyung has no relation to the real kim taehyung!

updates: everyday!

status: ongoing!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

playlist

prologue

character profiles: yns luvs

character profiles: taes roomies

part one: being dramatic

part two: growth series

part three: poison ivy

bonus: an enemy

part four: doing terribly

part five: already uncomfortable

part six: accidents happen

part seven: stupid date

part eight: just friends

part nine: stupid heart

part ten: burst your bubble

part eleven: worth telling

part twelve: first date

part thirteen: familiar and warm

part fourteen: starting over

part fifteen: watch me

part sixteen: overly sexual

part seventeen: extremely confusing

part eighteen: the only thing

part nineteen: social butterfly

part twenty: first everything

part twenty-one: summer fling

part twenty-two: best friends

part twenty-three: the more, the merrier

part twenty-four: dirty looks

part twenty-five: never you

part twenty-six: missed you

part twenty-seven: break up

part twenty-eight: new taehyung

part twenty-nine: the last (time jump)

epilogue: stay away

epilogue: take me back

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singguks · 9 months

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city of hearts, ep. 1 ❤️‍🩹 taehyung

synopsis. having experienced a fateful romance by the beach, taehyung sets out on a quest through seoul's bustling streets to locate the woman who has stolen his heart.

pairing. taehyung x oc

genre. social media auㆍgamedesigner!tae ( angst. fluff. smut. )

word count. 5623

warnings. adulthood romance things cof cof implicit

a/n. i couldn't possibly start another au, but she said the word and so i did. happy birthday to my bestie, whom i'd love to see more often even though we talk every day ☆ thank you for being my person through and through ! this is my love letter to you, miss bubbles ♡

episodes. 01 ▸ 02 ▸ 03

▸ E1: True or False?

One day we got curious as to how men and women date in this city. To satisfy our curiosity, we discussed the beginning of a new project, that required us to follow the lives of several men and women in Seoul.

For it to be real, we won’t intervene in their lives. Only when we think it’s necessary, we will share their answers with others, or maybe edit them to make this entertaining—all the while keeping their original words.

It’s worth telling that fifty individuals around Seoul were chosen for this project. Still, they will all be participating with nicknames to protect their privacy—as we usually do when it comes to the internet. They all had to promise to treat their phones as their friends, as well as the app we developed where we will be posting questions, and telling only the truth.

But some answers and behaviors made us wonder if they indeed were telling us like it really is.

[ note that some of their answers will be through text, others, like this one, will be taken as voice notes. all voices undergo a modification due to privacy issues. ]

ılı.lıl taehyung: I’m the cool type… and uhm, gentle. Definitely not clingy. I’m cool.

ılı.lıl deo: I keep true to myself when I date… and when I break up too.

ılı.lıl kie: I’d say I fall in and out of love pretty fast. What can I say? I’m passionate. *chuckles* And if I have to break up, I just do it. I won’t dwell much.

ılı.lıl yoongi: What’s even the point of getting laid? *tsk* It’s a hassle…

ılı.lıl jin: I’m not one to play games. I don’t like that. I think overall I’m a pretty good guy.

ılı.lıl harin: Before my current boyfriend, well, I think I dated around uhm… Four men? No, three…? Wait. Let me retake this just once! *laughs*

So, whether the participants are telling the truth… well, we will let you be the judge of that.

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boreo 🤔

bluengrey For me, it’s women I can have fun with.

boreo men that I can talk to?

⤷ callmerinie huh? talking isn’t everything

tangerimin A physical connection, people.

supertuna Are you asking what I think you’re asking?

notmekeys why are you all acting so innocent? kkk

boreo oh-

tangerimin Why can’t you all say it? It’s just whatever. Just say it. You know, like bang!

⤷ boreo i got it now.

callmerinie 🤭

callmerinie and cut~!

boreo so if it’s about intimacy..

⤷ notmekeys i think i know just by the smell. you know, it’s all about pheromones

supertuna Doesn’t it depend on the man? At least I think so.

⤷ callmerinie wow! really? you’re giving yourself too much credit. 😒

bluengrey Uhm.. Usually I take the lead if it’s about that.

⤷ boreo uh-huh. do you really?

⤷ bluengrey Ok. Fine. There was this one time that I followed the girl’s lead.

⤷ bluengrey One time, okay?

⤷ boreo doubt it

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bluengrey Dating? I don’t think so

⤷ supertuna No. I think it is.

boreo dating really changed my point of view about that

tangerimin If you guys are putting it that way, I’ve dated many women. I loved it every time.

⤷ callmerinie aww… and what the girls had to say about this?

⤷ notmekeys about men? well, you know. they are all the same: trash.

⤷ boreo not all… i mean. there’s someone i know that wasn’t

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boreo yes. there is someone i can’t forget.

bluengrey I do.

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[ note that this request was sent privately to users bluengrey and boreo and we edited the sequence of their answers according to our own motives and the following questioning. ]

ılı.lıl deo: It happened one year ago…

ılı.lıl taehyung: She was the only one I could see. Like I was just gravitating in her orbit… Like we were in a world of our own. I felt complete.

ılı.lıl deo: I felt this spark every time I would catch him staring at me and then I simply couldn’t look away.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Back then I thought “Wah, this is what love feels like” *chuckles sadly*

ılı.lıl deo: I’ll always remember him.

ılı.lıl taehyung: If that is really the case… I don’t think someone ends a relationship if they feel that way.

ılı.lıl deo: It was my fault.

ılı.lıl taehyung: You know, it was my fault…

ılı.lıl taehyung: No… It’s true, she messed it up.

ılı.lıl deo: I won’t make excuses.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I mean… Of all the people… Why me? Why did it have to be me?

ılı.lıl deo: Simply put, we met at a time when I needed someone like him. Thanks to him, I became who I am now...

ılı.lıl taehyung: I wish I had never met her. *sighs* I was such a fool now that I think back.

ılı.lıl deo: *smiles* Being around him.. his love was kind of magical...

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august 10th, 2022

Summer is at its peak and Taehyung has just arrived at Jeju airport. It has been a while since he last had some time to himself due to work, so to say he couldn’t wait for this much-deserving vacation is an understatement.

He organized everything at the company before he took off for this get-away, from the ongoing projects ideas he had recently pitched in, to the files the design team would need the next fifteen days he was away. And if you know Taehyung, you also know being organized was never his forte.

The game designer waits absentmindedly with his luggage by his foot, as he takes his beloved camera out of its case to finally point at the structure behind him. This airport isn’t the biggest one he had ever set foot on, he observes, but it is cozy enough and bustling with people everywhere to the point his fingers itch for the metal click of the equipment for a piece of nostalgia he held dear to his heart.

Just around the corner, Deo hit the brakes of the jeep as she waits for a group of tourists to cross to the other sidewalk while talking to her boss on the phone.

“It would’ve been much easier if you had just asked him for a selfie or something, Yumi–”

She hears her boss laugh through the speakers as she looks out of the window. The place is packed to the point she can barely see the pick-up line where the Ubers and Taxis usually park, and a wave of worriedness falls upon her. “Let’s go through with his description once again.”

“Ok, remember… He’s tall, and the last time he came he had blonde hair but that might not be the case anymore… Mmm, he has a nice shoulder line– Just trust me, his face will be hard to miss. He’s really handsome!”

The confession has Deo opening a smile. She met Yumi just a couple of weeks back when she arrived in Jeju herself, but the connection was instant.

For the first three days, she stayed at Yumi’s shack—the colorful hostel by the beach owned by Yumi herself and her long-time fiancé, Namjoon. But then going home became some distant reality she wasn’t ready to face, so kindly she was offered a position at the beach stay. And now, here she is, doing her first task out of the premises and the vigilante eyes of her playful bosses.

Although she loved the couple who hired her, even if it had been just a mere seventeen days, and she considered them as family, nothing made Deo as uncomfortable as not knowing what she was dealing with. Driving to the airport clueless as to whom she should be picking up wasn’t her cup of tea and the uneasiness she felt was visible as she sighed longly while turning off the call.

The stop sign goes green again, and with a bold strike of encouragement, she straightens her back, holds the steering wheel with conviction, and begins a cheerful pep talk to herself.

“You can do this.” She mumbles, hawkeyes scanning the people as her car slowly passes by. “How hard can it be… He’s tall and–”

The words quickly lose their sound in her mouth. Standing ten feet ahead, a man attracts glances from everyone passing by as he checks the visor in his camera absentmindedly.

Mentally, Deo starts crossing every characteristic being given by Yumi as she keeps looking at him through the safety of the Jeep’s tainted window. The only thing that doesn’t match is that this handsome man isn’t blonde but a brunette. His chocolate locks look ridiculously soft blowing in the light breeze.

Inhaling resolved, she parks right next to him, rolling her window down.

“Hi there! Would you perhaps be the Kim Taehyung from Seoul I’m looking for?”

Upon hearing his name, Taehyung looks up at her. The girl doesn’t wait for his answer, she jumps out of the vehicle that he can notice is much bigger than herself. “You must be here to pick me up… Right?”

Deo smiles at him confirming with a nod before opening the big trunk of the Jeep. Instead of introducing herself right away as expected, Taehyung watches as she reaches for his luggage, her knitted eyebrows denouncing how heavy it must be.

“I– I can do that–” He tries, but she swiftly evades his reach.

“It’s no problem! Really.”

He watches a bit flustered as she tries to dismiss her effort with a laid-back energy as if it was something she did all the time—to arrange heavy stuff in trunks and whatever not.

Picking both his duffel bags to help while she is still pushing his suitcase inside the trunk, he is able to take two steps before she takes notice and grabs them from his hands. “Leave that to me! You can wait inside, really. Go ahead!” Deo waves her hand and he starts to walk toward the passenger seat uncertain of how to behave, but decides to take her lead for the time being.

“Seatbealt!” She says as soon as she occupies the driver's seat and he is quick to follow the instruction.

“So… Where is Namjoon?”

Deo reaches for the rearview mirror, casually checking something in her eye before adjusting it back to its position. “Oh, he had to give today’s surf lessons and Yumi was kind of busy with tonight’s gathering so… But you’ll see him soon enough!”

“Ah, I see”

“He’ll be waiting for us by the beach, don’t worry.” And the bubbly smile she gives him before starting the car and driving them away is enough to shut down his inquiry and haze him in his thoughts.

ılı.lıl taehyung: What kind of women I’m compatible with? *smiles* Looking back… I’m drawn to the ones that are strange to me at first *chuckles* I think they’re a good pair for me.

Driving down the lush tapestry of Jeju island, Deo takes the wheel as the jeep’s interior is illuminated by the soft glow of the sun. Melodic notes intertwine with the afternoon’s warm atmosphere as music envelops them. Deo’s fingers tap the steering wheel, and her voice, a gentle hum, dances in harmony with the rhythm. Taehyung, sitting beside her, steals occasional glances, captivated by her carefree demeanor. The playful sway of her copper strands in the wind and the joy evident on her face, as the waves crash on the coast, make the moment feel like a private dance between them.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Have you ever met someone and felt like they were this huge… Question mark?

ılı.lıl taehyung: Like– “What is she like? She looks fun” *chuckles reminiscent* And you can’t stop having these questions and curiosities… You just want to know more and more.

As if sensing the perfect moment, a familiar melody begins to play through the car’s speakers. Deo’s eyes lit up with recognition, a grin forming on her lips. Officially Missing You by Tamia had been remade by Basstracks as a summer tune, and it had quickly become one of her favorites at the moment; a song that resonated with the essence of Jeju and its travelers.

With an impulsive burst of excitement, Deo cranks up the volume, allowing the music to envelop the jeep. The infectious beat cascades around them, harmonizing with the engine's rhythm roaring wildly in the wind. Her hands tap the steering wheel more enthusiastically than before, her foot keeping time with the pedals as the melody ignites her senses.

And then, as if the music had started a fire within her, she begins to sing. Her voice, rich and passionate, hits Taehyung’s ears in a wonderful and alluring way. Every note she sings seems to carry the energy of the sun-drenched afternoon, a celebration of life and the freedom of the open road.

Taehyung was initially taken aback by the sudden fervor. He watches in silent amazement as she transforms from a steady driver into a vivacious performer. Her eyes sparkle with delight, and her voice carries an unadulterated joy that is impossible to ignore.

For a moment, he is rendered speechless, caught in the captivating spell of her uninhibited enthusiasm even though he knows the lyrics by heart himself. But as the chorus approaches, Deo’s voice soars higher, and turning to him with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, she opens the windows further, allowing the world outside to merge with the music.

“You know this song–?” As she asks and the chorus reaches its crescendo, she extends her arm toward him, pretending her hand is a microphone. The invitation hangs between them, and he hesitates for a moment. “C’mon! Sing with me–” Shyness lingered, but her spirited performance is too magnetic to resist.

Taking a deep breath, he leans closer to the imaginary tool and timidly joins in, his voice intertwining with hers. Taehyung sings softly, still caught in the spell of her contagious energy. His eyes remain fixed on her while she loses herself to the music.

At that moment, as Deo sings with all her heart, his own swells with a profound fondness for the stranger sitting by his side. He realizes that this is a glimpse into her unfiltered soul—one that seems to revel in the simple joys of life, that seems to embrace every moment with unbridled passion.

ılı.lıl taehyung: That’s how I fell for her… You see, I’m attracted to intense women.

⤷ tangerimin It is fun to follow their lead kekeke so… Same here.

ılı.lıl taehyung: There is a lot more to it– Like being bubbly… Oh, and she was also pretty feisty! Yeah, *smiles* that’s what she was like. She had just the right amount of feistiness.

When the music fades out and is replaced by the radio host’s voice instead, Deo turns down the volume still in a cheerful spirit. She takes a peak at the passenger seat only to notice Taehyung’s eyes are already on her. Visibly disconcerted, he gives her a small smile before looking over at his window instead, and she takes the opportunity to know more about him.

“You will like it there,” she starts bubbly and he returns his gaze to her side profile. It is endearing how close to the steering wheel her seat is to compensate for her small stature.

“I think so too… The last time I came it was such a healing experience– And well, I’ve been wanting to rent a trailer ever since I was younger.”

“Oh, you’ll love it then!” He watches how her eyes part from the road ahead and instead fall on his side of the car, momentarily pointing with her index finger still on the wheel to the beach extension that passes by them. “It must be lovely to drive along the coasts… Picking these beautiful spots to just– Chill. I have a list of them if you want!”

Taehyung leans his head on the window, a nostalgic wave hits his lips as the lines of it curve upward and he watches the sea crashing at the shore. It’s like a vivid picture of his childhood right in front of him.

“That would be great if I had the license to drive the camper around… Maybe next time?”

“You’re staying over a month and you won’t even change spots?! Now that we can’t do, hon.”

He looks back at her startled by the casualty she treats everything. And not in a bad way; she didn’t peg him as this overbearing nosy person who didn’t have boundaries, but as someone that seemed carefree and loose. A different version of himself that he had to let go of many moons ago to fit the immense gray box that was societal norms and ordinary conviviality.

Feeling a bit tempted to just enjoy the moment he decides then to let go of the filters. “That’s the only thing to do, hon, I don’t have the license.” He jokes, chuckling at her reaction when hearing the nickname. “What? You started it.”

“My bad! Yumi was so invested in this whole casual speech thing ever since I started my part-time job there that now I just can’t come out of it. Something about making the guests feel at home and all that…”

“Sounds like Yumi!”

“But back to you. I was thinking… If there was a way to get you a license, would you want it? To live the full experience of a camper, that is…?”

Taehyung frowns thinking as he looks to the calm waves again, but there isn’t much thinking to do. He would love the freedom of parking the vehicle throughout the whole extension of Jeju. “Sure…” He ponders. Being the type to imagine and discuss things, he was more than ready to give her all the reasons why that would be great for his next stay. “To park it whe–”

“Great! So let’s do it!”

It is the last thing he hears before she makes an abrupt U-turn in the middle of the calm road, and he has to flatten one hand on the window and the other on the panel of the Jeep to hold for his life.

His heart only stops beating at an alarming speed once she hits the brakes and he is able to open the door to exit the vehicle. Still confused as to what is happening, the picture gets clear as she opens her arms excitedly in front of what he realizes to be a driving school.

“Ta-da! Your problems will be solved in exactly two days!” Deo exclaims, and Taehyung is pretty certain that his face is contorting in the most clueless way. He notices how a sudden strike of worriedness flashes on her toffee irises, however. “If you manage to pass the test of course…”

ılı.lıl taehyung: I should have known she was crazy by then… But in all honesty… That’s what made her fun in the first place.

ılı.lıl taehyung: And that makes me crazy too *laughs* You know, it’s those kinds of things you only realize later… Much later. Like realizing you’ve been conned only after being conned by someone *sighs*

⤷ supertuna Wow … I have just now realized how some people can be so blind

ılı.lıl taehyung: And now whenever I see a camper trailer… I think of her.

They only get out of the driving school when he goes through with all the paperwork necessary to go and take the test the next day as Deo had insisted. She not only pushed him into a 3x4 photo machine situated on the long corridor of the building, but also cut the picture she thought to be the best, and helped him fill the application.

Taehyung keeps replaying the whole shenanigan in his head as he takes his surfboard out of the roof of the jeep parked by his temporary home—a camper trailer by the beach. Last year, Namjoon had called him excitedly sharing the news that his girlfriend and he had bought a cozy place in Jeju and had renovated it to be a chill hostel for surfers and passersby. Of course, Taehyung stopped by to visit as soon as he was able to take some days off, but at the time, since all trailers were already rented, he stayed on the main structure.

Not that it was bad, far from it. He enjoyed every second; from the late-night gatherings to the lounge festivities, and the amazing lunchtime Yumi was keen on making into a later-on karaoke session or game quest. There was no dull time within the colorful facilities, and it was always kept so casual that it made Taehyung feel very much at home.

But he had the trailer experience written down on his bucket list ever since he could remember. And so this time around, he was sure to seize the opportunity and make that old promise come true.

His thoughts wander away as he finishes sticking his board in the warm sand. Playing by the emerald shore, Deo runs laughing as she is chased by two dogs. His right hand comes to his eye line to shield it from the sun as he is incapable of moving on with his life, seeing her throw a stick only to have the bigger dog chasing it and the little one look at her unamused. It’s like he could be here all day to witness this particular scene, unconscious and unbothered by what surrounds them.

And that is indeed what happens.

“Hey, you, Mr. cloud9–” Namjoon calls for his attention for the second time. “You didn’t listen to a thing I said, did you?”

“Hm?”

“I was telling you to close the canvas of it at night because of the wind– Are you even hearing a thing?” But as he follows his friend's line of sight he knows he isn’t. Letting go of his own obligations for the time being, he stands beside Taehyung, crossing his arms and admiring his dogs running as the waves serve as background music to his ears. It’s peaceful. It’s his piece of peace on earth.

“She shines, doesn’t she?”

Namjoon peaks at his friend before looking ahead once more, with a fond smile finding his features. “She does… She has been our recent source of joy. Yumi and I laugh so much because of her lately.”

“Yeah, she seems fun,” Taehyung muses with a chuckle of his own still enamored by the scene displayed in front of him. Deo falls to the soft sand in laughter and both dogs come flying toward her.

“Poor girl… She was dumped here by some surfer. Could you believe that?”

There is a sorrowful pause and Taehyung is suddenly snapped out of his trance, indignity brimming in his eyes as his friend shakes his head clearly saddened by the situation.

Returning his view to the girl ahead, he adds, “What kind of jerk would do that? She seems so bubbly and… Caring–”

“You want to take her to Seoul?” Namjoon interrupts and he almost gasps.

“Take her?!”

“Yeah, take her. I mean, I think she would be happy with you there…”

“You think she would like to come with me?” Taehyung’s fingers tingle with the possibility, even if he himself doubts it a little.

“Sure! We just have to give her one last shot and she’s good to go! The vet–”

“Wait. What? What are you talking about?”

Namjoon stares at him suddenly confused, and then back at the beach again. As Deo hops by, calling for both Monnie and Tan, his eyebrows soften in understanding.

“Oh… It’s not Monnie, is it?” He muses playfully. “You’re talking about Yewon… I see,”

“Yewon…” Taehyung mumbles her name to himself. “So her name is Yewon, huh…”

But the impish nudges he receives on his side snap him out of his thoughts and let him know that Namjoon won’t be letting go of this confession so soon.

In the cozy beachside hostel, the evening breeze whispers through open windows, carrying with it the laughter of tenants. With a lighthearted step, Deo finds herself in the pantry where Namjoon is absorbed in a way to easy recipe for lounge snacks. Fishing his phone out of her jeans, a small smile plays on her lips as she extends the device toward him.

“Here you go, boss,” she remarks, her voice playful as she not only returns his phone but also substitutes the sugar jar in his hand with the salt and pepper.

Namjoon glances up, chuckling at his clumsiness. “We were almost in trouble there. You’re a lifesaver.”

As he takes the phone from the table filled with condiments, he can’t help but tease, “You should probably get one of your own, don’t you think?”

“Eh. It’s just a hassle really… I only use it to talk to our guests.”

Leaving him to his impromptu cooking, she strolls out to the porch, where the new visitors are gathering. The atmosphere is lively, with conversations and newfound curiosity filling the air. Deo effortlessly mingles, chatting with familiar faces and welcoming newcomers that pass by the beach.

Among the crowd, she notices Taehyung engrossed in a ping pong game, as she takes some beers to a group playing Jenga. His infectious laughter captivates everyone around him and she can’t help but smile at the view. Her gaze lingers, catching his eye for a fleeting second.

She points with her head to the group around him, wearing a playful smile on her lips, and lifting her thumb up to measure how he is doing tonight she waits for his response. Immediately he raises his own finger positively, his smile opening wider at her caring gesture to check on him.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out, causing momentary confusion and their brief interaction to cease. Murmurs and laughter rise as the guests fumble in the dark. Deo is the only one chuckling expectant as she knows what is to come.

Then, not ten seconds later, Yumi’s voice pierce the darkness through a megaphone. “Ladies and gents, it’s game time!”

The announcement is met with cheers and applause, and the porch transforms into a playground of excitement. Deo herself feels the rush of anticipation buzz down to the tip of her fingers as the group prepares for a surprise game under the stars, even though she replays the script made by her and Yumi earlier on in her mind.

The last time Taehyung stayed here, he arrived so tired from a late-night flight that he wasn’t able to participate in the welcoming game he knew Yumi organized every month, and he regretted it for the whole week he rented a room. This night was all every guest he met by the beach was able to talk about, and now he was ready to find why.

As some fairy lights and a big screen illuminate the space, Deo watches the handsome newcomer’s silhouette amid the glow. His grin was unmistakable as he raised a red cup, ready to dive open-heartedly into whatever it was that the hosts had prepared.

Supposedly, every time Yumi and Namjoon did this for the new guests to ambient themselves and feel more comfortable around everyone else, they prepared a scavenge hunt inside and outside of the hostel's bounds. But this week everything had gone to space and changes had to be made at the last minute.

Between losing a long-time employee and having to train Deo on the spot, as well as managing the surf lessons and running the business, the couple had little to no time to arrange the things needed for the anticipated scavenge hunt. So this month, Deo pitched in with a rather easy game to orchestrate and that would still promote the mingling of the visitors—Simon Says.

“And… Start!” Yumi exclaimed as she pressed the button to start the presentation on the projection screen.

Big crimson red letters appear giving instructions and the crowd thrillingly follows. “Simon says: make a group with four girls and three guys” it reads at first and everyone fumbles their way to find open spots. Deo herself is forced to join as two guests she had come to know, pull her to their side. The thrill of the game intertwined with the salt-kissed wind made her feel some sense of belonging that she had never really expected.

“Three guys, three girls!”

In the throes of the chaos of the match, it was inevitable however how Taehyung’s gaze followed the sound of Deo’s laughter. Even if their eyes meet in brief moments, and even if it was in the middle of an ongoing competition, a silent connection seemed to pull them to each other like gravity.

As the game reaches its apex, the tension in the air is palpable. The players’ laughter overlaps with the sound of Yumi’s megaphone, creating a symphony of fun. They aren’t completely strangers now. There is a spontaneous connection formed between them all, just like the hosts had intended it to.

“One guy, one girl! Quick!”, Yumi reads the screen through the megaphone overexcited, and the remaining participants eye each other in confusion while the rest of the crowd laughs entertained. “Oh–”

Taehyung steals a glance at his two partners, both male, and they all chuckle amused, not really knowing how to proceed.

“I think I messed up when writing this– Wait.” Yumi confesses to the crowd sheepishly, starting to move toward the laptop to try and fix the mistake.

But then Taehyung feels like someone is watching him through his peripheral, and when he turns his head, it’s her. Deo stands two feet away from him, close to Yumi, watching joyfully, and he suddenly knows what to do. Or better, his heart does.

With two quick steps, he reaches for her hand, pulling her gently to his side and attracting everyone else’s attention to their figures, Yumi’s included. In the midst of the applause and collective cheer, Deo’s mute inquiry reaches his eyes.

The porch begins to transform into a realm of unity and exhilaration, being lit by the moonlight and the shared spirit of the guests, but not that any of the two notice, as the girl is too enchanted by her last-minute partner’s orbs. Taehyung's big brown eyes pierce hers with certainty and a flash of curiosity that is almost childlike.

A shared smile floats between them as her sight falls to his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the joy of the evening and perhaps the butterflies that flutter rapidly in their stomachs.

The lights had gone out, but the bonds forming under the starry August sky seemed to shine even brighter.

ılı.lıl taehyung: When you look into a girl’s eyes you can tell if she’s compatible with you or not. I can see who she is through it… And in that moment I felt it. I knew that she and I would be compatible.

“We have our winner for tonight!” Yumi exclaims through the megaphone as they keep staring into each other’s eyes, “Congrats!”

Amidst the fading echoes of the beachside game’s conclusion, jubilant cheers resound from the open porch of the hostel. The sun had retreated long before the gathering had started, ceding its reign to a canvas of twilight hues, but now fireworks burst into existence, painting the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors.

The couple, different from the majority of the crowd who excitedly run towards the shores, stands hand in hand still. A silent connection stronger than the clamor. With each explosion, Taehyung’s gaze shifts from the spectacle to Deo, seeing in her eyes a breezeful wonder that makes him rendered. Yet, it’s not just the pyrotechnics that leave him breathless. As he watches her, a quiet realization dawns—his heart races to a rhythm he hadn’t known before. It’s more than just curiosity. At that moment, amid the splendor of the fireworks and the tranquil beauty of the night, Taehyung recognizes the gentle tug of love.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I liked everything about her… The way she looked at things and the way she smelled. How she had two funky single braids done in her loose strands and the clothes she threw together without much effort making an all-together beachy look.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Everything about her seemed perfect to me. I just… I really liked her.

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supertuna Maybe it’s because I’ve been dating for so long… But I find dating stories uhm… Kind of funny now keke

callmerinie “And it was at that moment that the fireworks went off…” 🤭🤭

tangerimin You bet they heard bells, too. I heard it was explosions of fireworks 😏

⤷ notmekeys i’m too drnk to answee this

supertuna I think everyone feels like their own love life is special like in a movie or something

notmekeys it’s a beautiful story tho

⤷ notmekeys there waas a guy who found a butiful woman on a trip and and the night they met fireworkss went off peww pew!

⤷ notmekeys their eyes met bang !! theirr hearts too

bluengrey But those things can happen all at once… At least I think so.

boreo well… if the woman is insanely pretty that’s possible. don’t you think?

⤷ tangerimin That’s exactly when you have to realize it’s just too good to be true, don’t you think?

supertuna Let’s say you wake up from that dream, then what happens if you don’t get together?

⤷ callmerinie then you die alone

⤷ notmekeys no. no no. i’m not alone.

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bluengrey Hmm

bluengrey I would still fall for her..

boreo if i met him again… i’d fall in love again

bluengrey Yes, I think I would.

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nevermind ☁️

dancer! jimin x best friend! reader

genre: smau, fluff, slight angst, crack, college au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, but what is pining if not deception

warnings: language, drinking, mentions of s*x, fear for future/anxiety, self-doubt, pregnancy (but it’s a cat pregnancy), violently fluffy domesticity

synopsis: after falling out with your high school friends and transferring due to your break up with Jungkook, Jimin had become an almost immediate constant in your life. Your bleakest days were often colored by Jimin’s smile and unyielding energy. So how will your relationship change when pregnant cats, old flames and annoying guidance counselors come into play?

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0. profiles☁️

1. magic shop☁️

2. d*ddy??☁️

3. how to preggo

4. whipped (cream)

5. malfoy core😍

6. da vinci on his knees

7. yoongi marry me

8. kitten🥵

9. stalker?

10. taehyung 🤝 sebastian

11. man down

12. oh no

13. switch

14. bite me

15. ursula died

16. nuclear fam

17. wine aunt

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httpisaoki · 7 months

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profiles; fimmies

MO YN (@/mojisfav) | '00 liner, well known in the music industry for being the ideal s/o, her friendships with almost half of the industry, being unintentionally funny, hybe’s ace, the epitome of love languages, the nation's s/o, and being a 5’10 cute loser

KIM CHAEWON (@/wonwon) | '00 liner, is completely infatuated with yn (platonically), le ssera’s leader and the pupuest of all pupus that have ever pupued, a literal child in charge of even more chaotic children

HUH YUNJIN (@/jenaissante) | '01 liner, has an american counterpart named jennifer, she is the LOUDEST out of the 6, leader of the rinayn agenda, second tallest in le sserafim

NAKAMURA KAZUHA (@/zuhazana) | '03 liner, is just here for fun, gym bro, not kazuha from genshin, loves manchae with all her heart, the quietest out of the 6, lowkey just a cute goofball

HONG EUNCHAE (@/hhh.e_c.v) | '06 liner, the most chaotic child in the group, partners-in-crime with yunjin, mischievous child of mo yn, if you mess with her you mess with the mo yn, jennifer huh, and kazuha from genshin

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i-am-baechu · 8 months

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♬ Summary: Y/N loves watching Jungkook work but Jungkook loves it even more when she wears Calvin Klein to support him

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader

♬ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, fluff, and smut

♬ Warnings: Smut and fluff (lol)

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

Author Note: Happy birthday to Jungkook!

Y/N knew that Jungkook was going to make Calvin Klein bigger with his visuals and confidence. She never understood the fixation on brands until she saw Jungkook model in the brand. It’s so weird to say she has the fattest crush on her boyfriend but she does. She didn’t even own a pair of Calvin Klein jeans, she likes her leggings (and well, Jungkook did too).

“Baby!”

She looked up from her phone in the living room to see Jungkook running to her with a wide grin. She tilted her head at him and gave him a smile, “Yes?”

“I got it!”

“Got what?”

“I’m the next model for Calvin Klein!”

Her smile grew wider and she tossed her phone onto the couch to run into his arms, “Congrats! I’m so happy for you babe. I knew how much this meant to you.”

“You know what that means?”

“What?”

“I get to see you in Calvin Klein. You know they have these bras-”

“Stop!”

That same day, Jungkook filled her closet with the brand. She tried to argue with him but Jungkook never listened to anyone once his mind was set. She only wore the undergarments because jeans were uncomfortable and Jungkook let it slide (...this time. He just wanted to see how her ass looked in the denim). She couldn’t visit him on his first photoshoot because she had a big meeting at her work. She sent him flowers and cards to congratulate him. Something that made Jungkook feel shy.

This time it's different. She made sure all her meetings were done and she was so excited to see Jungkook pose or do whatever he had to do. They sat in the car as he held her hand and her head rested on his shoulder. He turned towards her and smiled. He placed a kiss on the top of her head making her look up, “Thank you for coming.”

“I always want to support you. I’m also excited.”

He glanced down at her legs and smirked, “I’m just excited that you're wearing the jeans.”

She rolled her eyes and looked away, “I-I wasn’t going to wear leggings...especially when the brand didn’t make it.”

“I still like your ass in leggings but you in jeans, that’s something else.”

“Jungkook, we’re in the car. Can you not talk about that!?”

“I’m just telling the truth. You know lying is bad.”

She let out a small laugh and gently slapped his thigh, “Shut up...I don’t want anyone to hear you.”

He leaned down until his hot breath touched her ear, “You have to admit it's kinda hot and dangerous...getting caught.”

“I’m not doing this right now.”

He pouted at her and wrapped his arm around her neck, “You're no fun.”

“I don’t want to traumatize someone.”

“It’s not traumatizing if its beautiful lovemaking-”

“Jungkook!”

The car stopped and she sighed to herself. Happy that she can leave the awkward atmosphere that Jungkook created (the poor driver) and excited to see her boyfriend work. Jungkook was the first to get out and she followed him. He held her hand tight as she looked around with a confused look. They were in a parking garage and she didn’t understand why. She didn’t really look at magazines about fashion but the one thing she knew was that they usually do out-of-the-box things for their pictures. She’d seen the pictures of Harry Styles, she knew that much.

They continued to walk until they stopped. Jungkook started talking to the photographer as Y/N was in her own world with her headphones. Jungkook glanced down and smiled to himself when he heard her singing Attaboy. Even though the lyrics were wrong, it was cute. He poked her side and took out a headphone to look at him with her full attention, “I’m going to change. You can sit over there okay.”

“Okay, I can’t wait.”

He kissed her forehead and she waved goodbye. She sat in the chair listening to music and texting Mae about random things. It wasn’t until she looked up that she felt her world crashing down. The outfit(?) that he was wearing was making her mouth drop. Her boyfriend, the man that she loved with her whole heart, was standing in front of her and she couldn’t do anything. What was this feeling?

Jungkook did a little spin and did jazz hands towards her, “You like it?”

“Like it...Yeah, I do.”

He raised his eyebrow and looked down at his outfit, “That doesn’t sound convincing...you don’t like it?”

“I would like it off.”

“What?”

She shook her head and gave him a smile with a flushed face, “I said I like it. It looks really good.”

“You know, I would love to see you in this outfit.”

“Why so my tummy can hang out?”

He rolled his eyes and leaned down to flick her forehead, “Yay, shut up. I love everything about you. Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“Jungkook, are you ready!?”

He turned towards the director and gave him a thumbs up, “Coming!” He glanced back at her and gave her a quick wink, “Cheer for me, babe.”

She nodded her head, “Always will.”

He ran towards the director and she closed her eyes, “What was that? Don’t say those things out loud. What is wrong with you?” She rubbed her forehead and watched him do some spins. She bit her lip and shook her head, “It's going to be a long day...”

She was right, it was a long day. Jungkook didn’t notice the looks that she sent him during his shoot nor did he notice the way she clenched her thighs. She tried her best to distract herself with Irene's fancams but nothing was working. She kept seeing her boyfriend look hot and it was just for an ad.

Jungkook was stretching and his eyes landed on Y/N. Her face was flushed and he noticed her clenching her phone with a strong grip. He raised his eyebrow and made his way to her. She was so distracted with trying to keep her mind away from Jungkook that she didn’t even notice him walking up to her.

“Babe, are you okay?”

She looked up to see Jungkook tilting her head in concern but her eyes went down to his abs. She wanted to slap herself, why was she acting like a pervert? This wasn’t like her. She nodded her head and rubbed her neck in a nervous manner, “I’m just hot.”

“Oh, I can take a break and we can go somewhere cooler.”

“Th-That would be great.”

He gave her his bunny smile and walked away. She let out a deep sigh and she could’ve sworn she saw the devil on her shoulder giving her a thumbs up but she ignored it. Jungkook held her hand and headed towards an empty office in the building. It was on the lower but he just saw it as it was cooler for Y/N. Y/N saw it as if no one was going to be around them.

He opened the door and frowned, It wasn’t the best setting but it was cold here. He glanced over his shoulder and gave her a smile, “It looks like they put all the props in here. The director told me he had a couch in mind for the shoot but disregarded it. It has to be in here. Hold onto me tight, okay?”

“Ok-Okay.”

The two made their way through the props and Jungkook smiled when he saw the white couch. He sat on the couch with Y/N on his lap. He hugged her waist tight and kissed her shoulder, “Thank you for being here. I know it's taking a long time.”

She shook her head and turned around to hug him back with her face in his chest, “I love watching you work. You're so passionate about everything you do.”

He smiled at this and kissed the side of her head, “Thank you, baby.” She kissed his bare chest and he raised his eyebrow at this but didn’t say anything. He cuddled into her more, not realizing that she didn’t want that right now. She pulled away and Jungkook looked at her with a worried look, “Are you okay?”

She didn’t say anything and took off her shirt showing off the gray bra that he came to love. She tilted her head at him and nodded her head, “I want you.”

He sat there and the words didn’t process right away. He looked at her with a confused look and titled his head, “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes and took off her bra in a quick motion, “Jungkook, please...I’m really desperate right now.”

“Holy shit. This isn’t like you, Y/N.”

She removed her pants in record speed and Jungkook just sat there with a dumbfounded look. What the hell is happening? Where is his shy girlfriend who barely showed affection without getting embarrassed?

He went to take off his jacket but Y/N shook her head, “Keep it on.”

“Holy shit, are you topping me?”

“Sh-Shut up.” She unzipped his jeans and smiled to herself, “I mean...it seems like you like it.”

“I-I fucking love it.”

She pushed aside her underwear and lined his dick up, “Th-This won’t happen often. Remember that.”

“I-I-”

He didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence because she pushed his tip into her. He closed his eyes at the sudden feeling and threw his head back at the feeling. Jungkook has fucked Y/N so many times but Y/N has never fucked Jungkook. If that makes sense, it doesn’t matter right now. Jungkook is ignoring his thoughts at this moment.

She let out a moan and leaned forward placing kisses on his chest. She started to move up and down as he let out a groan at the feeling. She pulled the tie he was wearing to place a kiss on his lips making his eyes widen at the action. His eyes closed as Y/N continued to go up and down at a steady pace. She pulled away and kissed his neck, “I-I’m going to buy you more ties.”

“Sh-Shit, please do.”

He leaned forward sucking at her collarbone and she ground her hips at a certain angle that made her let out a small scream, “Jung-Jungkook, I-I’m going to come.”

“Go for it, baby.”

She didn’t need to be told twice because she closed her eyes and threw her head back. She came all around him and leaned forward placing a kiss on his neck. Before he could even think about cleaning her up. She jumped off of his dick and went down on her knees. She kissed the tip and he threw his head back, “Y-Y/N, what are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing.”

She gave his tip light kisses and then she started to suck lightly, “F-Fuck. Y-Y/N, you don’t have to-”

“I started, I’m going to finish it.”

She started kissing the length and she looked up at Jungkook with those big eyes that he loves. Jungkook was still in a state of shock but he was rolling with it. She started to go up and down his length with her hand pumping him. Y/N didn’t really suck him off all that much but this was something he’s going to remember, “Y/N, I-I’m going to come. Move.”

She shook her head and took her lips off of his dick. She opened her mouth as she continued to pump him. Oh, how Jungkook wished he had a camera for this moment because this felt like a dream. He threw his head back with the deepest groan, “Y-Y/N!”

After a few minutes, he looked back down at her with a hazed-out look. The only thing he saw was her licking her lips. She saw the stare and gave him a small smile, “Attaboy...”

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “There’s my awkward girlfriend. Don’t ever say that after giving me head.”

“Ok-Okay.”

One week later

Jungkook was in their bedroom looking through the movies with Bam next to him. It all changed when Y/N came running in with wide eyes. He got up slowly and gave her a worried look, “Are you okay?”

“I just started my period...”

He raised his eyebrow and let out a small laugh, “Is that why you were so horny?”

“Do-Don’t ever talk about that! It never happened!”

“Tell that to my dreams. My girlfriend is a pervert.”

“Stop!!!”

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becomingbts · 1 year

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Time Heals (sometimes) - 24

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates, who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.

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Pairings: Y/N (fem) x OT7

Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.

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Warnings: Mention of death, almost murder attempt, a lot of blaming, tears, ANGST.

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It had been a while since she had tasted the metallic liquid in her mouth. She had not even noticed that her teeth had pierced the skin of her lips, but the bitter aftertaste did not leave any doubt that she injured herself, even lightly.

Raya didn't cry, she had no strength left to cry. Panting heavily, she stared at the almost lifeless body of her sister. It made her wonder what the fuck she was doing with her life. She felt like she had just hit a wall and not a small one at that. What would happen to her now? Or maybe she should ask: what about them now... Since no one dissociated the two sisters once they learned about their relationship. Why did she have to carry the burden of the crimes of a sister who never felt like one? The words of her friend—could she still call her a friend, though—echoed in her mind, leaving scars that would probably never heal properly.

"Did you ever care for me as a person, or was it an opportunity to soothe the guilt you felt because of your sister’s doings?"

Raya had wanted to yell at her, to tell her she had never thought of it that way. How could she ever think something like that? Yet at the same time, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, Raya knew that there was some truth in (Y/N)’s words. It hadn’t been the only thing that had pushed her to help, of course. Guilt was a strong emotion, but it wouldn't have been enough to push her to help create a medical bond. There was so much more to take into consideration. So many things had happened, and so many feelings were burning in her body. She still could remember how (Y/N)'s bond had been calling for help, almost enthralling every single soul, compelling their bodies to move in her direction and help her. But would it make it any better if Raya told her what she had felt? That her body had almost moved before her own consciousness could come to a conclusion? If she spoke about that day through a medical lens? Wouldn't it sound even worse? She sighed, afraid of the answer. She could have told (Y/N) a billion things, but out of everything, she had decided to stay silent. Her voice had been caught in her throat, unable to utter a sound after the panic had won over her body. Her eyes had avoided (Y/N)’s, but the dry chuckle she heard left little to no doubt about the reaction of her friend. She had only been able to speak afterward, and those words had been enough to set (Y/N) off.

“Why did you even go to their meeting? Can’t believe you’re that naive.”

It was evident that she had hurt (Y/N) beyond imagination. She had not been able to believe herself when she had spoken so cruelly, not thinking before the words had already escaped her. She had tried to make it better, to ask her to wait, not to leave the room before she could explain better, but (Y/N) had only turned around, telling her not to bother before she left without another word. She had deserved it to be fair. She had stuttered, thoughts jumbling together, and ended up saying the wrong things. She had felt cornered and betrayed when (Y/N) had asked her for the truth. So after all these years, all it took was one conversation with them for (Y/N) to be angry at her? After everything she did for her, their side of the story impacted her that much? Maybe she had been naive to think that her best friend would have wanted her side of her story too, instead of throwing accusations as if she had already made up her mind about the truth. They were (Y/N)’s soulmate, of course, she was at a disadvantage in the argument.

Her anger did not prevent guilt from flooding her mind. Raya groaned, annoyed at herself.

“I never told you it was me, you came to that conclusion by yourself.”

The audacity she had to look into (Y/N)’s eyes and tell her that still baffled her. Maybe she had been angry about the whole argument. She couldn’t control her emotion, that was something. But to tell (Y/N) that kind of thing… She had known it would hurt her. Raya had felt defensive, and hurt that her friend would be so angry at her for helping. However, it couldn’t explain why she had felt the need to hit back, throwing words she had known would be hard to swallow. Raya threw her head into her hands, growing. Did she have to say those words?

Anger did not explain why she behaved that way. Raya pinched her lips. Jealousy was a terrible disease, it seemed. She almost laughed darkly at the thought. Raya had always been a rather jealous person. First, of her sister. Then of a bond linking eight people together. Then of (Y/N) with how easily she gained fans and popularity. Then lastly with (Y/N)’s soulmates. How could they be so lucky to have been gifted (Y/N) as a soulmate, reject her, and get a second chance? Why couldn’t it have been her? Was she not loyal enough, not caring enough? She had given (Y/N), Moon, everything she had to offer. Had that been too little?

She had foolishly hoped that it would have been something, that it would have changed something with her fate. When her own soulmate died, Raya firmly believed that if she ever were to get another chance at love, it would be from someone who also lost their soulmate. And (Y/N) looked like a gift from the stars. After everything she had gone through, Raya had found her person. A precious woman who would rather die than betray her. (Y/N) had been a broken soul when they met, yet that had not altered the strong personality she had. She was generous, loving, and giving… Raya believed she had never met someone who cared so much for her. After all those years of living in her sister’s shadow, someone finally saw her for herself, not as someone’s sister or someone’s daughter. She had found someone who loved her, who cooked for her, who took random selfies with her, who confided in her and she did the same in exchange. (Y/N) had lost her soulmates, severed the bond, and covered the mark with a tattoo. Had that not been an explicit enough sign that she would never return to them? Had that not been enough for her to start believing that maybe one day, once (Y/N) healed, they could have a future together?

Raya had been too naive, it seemed. Snorting, she realized how strongly she had believed that maybe one day, they could have had their happy ending together. She had believed that she would always remain by her side. Maybe she had been too hopeful, thinking that she had a chance just because she had believed that (Y/N)’s bond was no longer a threat. Could she ever beat the link one feels with their soulmate? She probably couldn’t. The only thing she had left was…

That abomination of a sister.

The one who took everything from her and whose lifeless body felt like it would take Raya’s soul to her grave with her. She wanted to scream, to yell, to destroy something, and for a short second, her mind wandered to dangerous edges.

How long would it take for her sister to die if she were to strangulate her?

The thought almost amused her. As a nurse, she could find very creative ways to participate in her sister’s demise, why had she bothered so long with that living corpse? Would (Y/N) forgive her if she were to kill the one who almost killed one of her soulmates? The idea felt too enticing. Her sister was so unresponsive, it would almost be too easy to do something, anything to put her out of her misery. She would just need to put her hands around the pale neck of her sister, and apply pressure-

Her mind suddenly quietened, dangerously silent, while her body froze.

Raya jumped back, hands leaving quickly the throat of her sister before she could do anything; before she could leave any mark. She had not even realized that her hands had moved, that she had actually followed her thoughts and acted upon them, but her body had moved before she could get a hold of herself. She panted, breathing heavily and irregularly as she shivered with terror. What had she been about to do? She was a nurse. She was supposed to save lives, and take care of people, not use her medical knowledge and access to patients with physical weaknesses to endanger them. What the hell just went through her mind to go that far? She had barely touched her sister’s skin but it had already been too much. What if anyone had seen her? What would have happened if she had done it? Raya stuttered back into her chair with trembling hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks while she tried to calm herself down. She had almost done the unthinkable. She had not done anything, thankfully, but the way her body had moved terrified her. She had been perfectly silent, almost as if she had expected a yell from her sister. She needed to compose herself. She tried to repeat to herself that she had not done anything, and her hands did not apply any kind of pressure. That had only been in her head. The rest had not happened. What was left of her sister was very much alive. Raya gritted her teeth. She hated her with everything she had but it was not a reason for her behavior. What else was she capable of?

A silent pair of eyes suddenly had settled on her, void and empty, yet strangely focused. However, Raya never noticed them, too overwhelmed by what almost happened.

Take one step forward, take two steps back.

That was exactly how Jungkook felt once (Y/N) disappeared into her room and did not come out of it the next day. It had felt so soothing to be able to be there for her, for his presence to alleviate the pain, even if it wasn’t much. He had hoped that maybe it would lead to more. Not a lot, just more of them as a unit. However, it did not. Or at least, not as of now. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. Jungkook knew that she was inside. Her shoes and her coat were there; everything was left untouched. Jungkook wanted to knock on her door, to ask her if she needed anything, yet somehow, he didn’t think that it would be appreciated if he did. Maybe he needed to wait for her to come back to him, just like she did the day before. (Y/N) probably needed to think over everything, breathe, and focus on herself for a little.

Jungkook could understand, he truly didn’t mind. He just wished there was something he could do to help. He cooked breakfast even if she didn’t show up. He believed that maybe if he left it on the table and disappeared, she would come out to at least eat. However, she didn’t. Her breakfast was still on the table, her tea had gone cold, and maybe his hopes dropped a bit at the sight. He knew that he should be disappointed, yet he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him. Maybe he should have knocked on her door to at least let her know that he had prepared breakfast for her, but he didn’t feel like it was something he was authorized to do, for some reason.

It was dreadfully silent, almost deafeningly. Jungkook could hear his own heart thumping painfully, his head hurt a little at the feeling. He lay down slowly, huffing a bit in annoyance at his own weakness. He knew his body was just seeking his soulmate. Yet, even if this reaction got him closer to her in the first place, he couldn’t help but wish to regain his autonomy. He didn’t feel trapped, but he knew that he was still required to stay here. Not only because his body told him to, but because he knew that the health of his soulmate also depended on him. Hence, even if he had not been brought here forcefully, he still felt the pressure on his shoulders.

Jungkook tried to shake those worries away, after all, he wasn’t the only one in this situation, (Y/N) was also in this condition. His health was also her responsibility, as much as he despised the idea of imposing himself in her life. It was still the reality of their situation. One couldn’t go too far from the other without hurting them. She had a decision to make with the others, though he didn’t want to disturb her, he knew that his presence was already too much, so how would she accept to be part of their lives?

Jungkook hoped, he desperately hoped that she would choose them. He truly wanted to whine and tell her that she could take all the time that she needed as long as she came to them one day but he knew better than to let his selfish self act up. The whole Raya thing was a bit deal for her, she was probably overwhelmed. Jungkook couldn’t expect an answer so soon, even if he was craving to hear acceptance from the lips of his soulmate. Maybe it was also his bond speaking. Since his body was aching because of the distance from his soulmate, his mind was trying to find other means of comfort, and other links to her, however, those links didn’t exist. She wasn’t staying with them, they weren’t living a comfortable and happy life of a bonded group. His mind and body were tired. Jungkook was tired, and in his foggy state of mind, the only thing he wished for was to curl up close to his soulmates. And all of them preferably.

Jungkook groaned, knowing it wasn’t possible. Resting an arm over his eyes, he tried to calm down, maybe he could take a short nap. It would maybe clear his ideas and help him with his overall exhaustion. Alas, his phone rang loudly next to him. Not moving, Jungkook didn’t take the call, letting the ringtone echo in the room. He sighed softly when it stopped and sighed, annoyed when the phone rang again a few seconds after.

Jungkook turned on himself, reaching for his phone as he saw Jimin’s name on the screen.

“Hyung, what do you want.” Alright, maybe there were other ways to greet his soulmate, but he was annoyed and tired. Jungkook just wanted to nap, for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t asking for the moon, was he now?

“I’m… glad that you miss me, I miss you too.” Jungkook chuckled at Jimin’s dry answer, “and to say that I stopped my game to call you just because your bond was pulling. Ungrateful brat.” Jungkook’s eyes opened slightly at that, and a small smile gently crept up on his face.

“I do miss you, m’ sorry. I was trying to nap, but my mind can’t seem to shut the fuck up, and then you called so I snapped at you. I shouldn’t have, though, sorry.” It got silent on the other side, and for a second, Jungkook wondered if Jimin had hung up on him.

“Wow, Jeon Jungkook recognizing that he is wrong? Without bickering first? What happened, are you alright? Wait, are you even Jungkook?” Well, maybe Jimin did deserve the previous greeting Jungkook offered because the younger man really wanted to just hang up.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh my, you sure are snappy today. What a charming prince you are, dear soulmate.” Jungkook groaned again.

“Why are you calling, it sure can’t be the only reason.” Jimin chuckled at those words, knowing that he was caught right from the beginning.

“Can’t hide anything from you, can I? I wanted to ask you if you wanted me to come, or to meet somewhere. I can feel your anxiety and it’s stressing Yoongi-hyung. Although he told us he was fine, he’s clearly uneasy, you know hyung.” Oh, he definitely knew his hyung, trying to give everyone the space they needed to neglect his needs in the process. It was a habit that the six of them were trying to erase. It wasn’t easy, after all, habits die hard, and Yoongi was a stubborn person. But they wouldn’t give up on trying to make him speak up about his needs and wants.

“I’ll… I’ll ask (Y/N) about it. I don’t know if she’ll be fine with you coming though…” He knew he sounded obviously suspicious, being that vague, but Jungkook wasn’t sure about what was happening between him and (Y/N). He didn’t have any other way to put it without crossing lines. Jimin noticed it instantly, sighing softly on the phone.

“Is she okay?” Jungkook looked at the ground, unsure how to reply. There wasn’t a good answer to this question, he thought.

“I’m not sure. She hasn’t come out of her room since yesterday after we shared a slice of lemon cake.” Jungkook was too nervous about the whole situation to wonder about Jimin’s silence.

“You made a lemon cake for her?” Jimin was obviously baffled, not mad, maybe a bit unsure, but certainly not mad. It took Jungkook a while to understand why his soulmate sounded so surprised, but once he pieced the puzzle together, he grinned softly.

“Ah, I promise next time I’ll make sure everyone’s here to have some. Though, hyung… It’s funny, it’s also (Y/N)’s favorite cake.” Jugnkook whispered, almost giddy at the information. It was not something the media was aware of, nor information that fans had. It was a little something just between them, and the fact that everyone’s favorite cake from Jungkook was a lemon cake, made him happy. It was stupid, really. Just a little detail but somehow, it made him feel as if destiny had not messed up fully. As if, indeed, (Y/N) had always been there to fit in. Maybe he was looking at that with too much sentimentality. He shouldn’t get that excited over cake preferences, and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stop the blooming feeling in his chest. It didn’t remove his uneasiness, but he definitely felt his cheeks warm up at the thought.

“It’s her favorite? Really?” There was a short pause before he continued, “that was unexpected.” Jungkook heard the implications of Jimin’s words, even if the older man didn’t say it: she’s just like us. He thought about it too, after all.

“Yeah, I was surprised too, but it’s cute. Somehow, it fits us. It feels like home, in a way.” Jungkook didn’t hear Jimin’s sharp intake of breath, too caught up in his own little world, yet Jimin’s voice brought him back to Earth without a warning.

“I do understand what you mean, but I don’t think you should imagine stuff like that…” Jimin murmured while Jungkook froze, “I understand, trust me I do. I wish it could be our home too, that she could be part of what we call home, but we don’t… We can’t, not as long as she didn’t take a decision. Yoongi-hyung was right about that, and we both know it. I think, deep down, we all do. I don’t want you to hurt yourself more than you already did.” Jimin was looking after him, he knew that, but he couldn’t help the defeated sigh that left his lips. He wished everything could just be easier for them. Hadn’t they suffered enough?

“I know…” Neither of them said a word, their bond was enough to understand each other without speaking more than that. Disappointment and hopelessness were easily shared through their connection, and Jimin decided that it was enough. Maybe he couldn’t do much about (Y/N) without being invasive and insensitive, but Jungkook… Jungkook, maybe he could help him, at least.

“Ask (Y/N) about me coming to see you, okay? Send a message and I’ll come wherever you want us to meet.” Jungkook nodded with a small smile despite Jimin’s inability to see him.

“I will, see you, hyung.” Jungkook didn’t want to move from his position, yet as he put his phone down, his feet led him in front of the door he had wanted to knock on for the past few hours. He looked at it, almost nervous, before gently knocking three times. He truly hoped that she was awake and that he wasn’t disturbing her. He could have sent a message, maybe it would have been easier. Yet, while he started overthinking, the door cracked open, and (Y/N)’s pale face appeared on the threshold. She didn’t utter a word, questioning Jungkook silently as she watched cautiously his every move.

For a second, he wished he could be swallowed by the ground.

“Hey, uh… I’m sorry if I woke you up…” She blinked a few times at his words, as if trying to process what he just said.

“I was awake. No worries.” Her voice sounded empty, disconnected from reality. Jungkook flinched ever so slightly, worried about her but not knowing if it was his place to ask.

“I know it’s probably not the right moment to ask this, but would you mind if Jimin were to come here to spend some time with me? You don’t have to join us, I just…” Jungkook wondered why he saw a glint of guilt in her eyes as he talked. Maybe she had noticed that he was desperate for some comfort from his soulmates and she had denied him without really meaning to. She had not been set on avoiding him, and yet, she had disappeared in her room, leaving little chances for him to find comfort in her presence, or lack thereof. Maybe it was that same guilt that pushed her to agree with a silent nod, retrieving to her room without noise while the door closed again.

Jungkook sighed, taking his phone back in his hands before texting Jimin the address.

God, he wished everything was easier.

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The sun is nowhere to be seen. Gray clouds roll in as droplets of wetness start to fall from the sky. But you don’t bother to put your jacket on, you don’t even flinch. Instead, you stay silent as you rock yourself softly on the playground’s swing.

“Mom STOP!”

“GET OUT.”

“MOM PLEASE IM SORRY-”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the memory, the tears that you’ve been holding back finally roll down your face. The soft swinging comes to a complete stop as you let yourself break down, hands covering your face as painful sobs begin to erupt from your throat.

You sniffle and cough, all while tears continuously fall with no end. Dahyun sees this as she pulls up to the park and she can’t bear it. She tears up as she makes her way to you and she lets a couple of tears fall as she wraps her warm arms around your cold, fragile body.

At this moment you think, “Dahyun is such a good friend”. Because while she usually hates getting wet (especially with clothes on), here she is: holding your soaked body against her dry one. She rubs your back comfortingly as she whispers words of encouragement into your right ear. All in the middle of this pouring rain.

10 minutes go by and you’re finally ready to open your eyes. Your eyes are bloodshot and your face is messy with tears. Dahyun looks no better as she takes a look at your face. She laughs at how ridiculous you look, and for once, you laugh too. She pats you on the back twice before walking back to her car, deciding to let yourself calm down a bit longer while she gets the car to warm up.

You sniffle, soon followed with a heavy exhale. You stare out into nothing as you internally panic.

“Where am I gonna live now?”

“How am I supposed to get a job?”

“What am I gonna do with my life?”

All these thoughts run crazy through your mind. But you dismiss it, for now at least. With a final sigh, you get off the swing and make your way to Dahyun’s car.

The ride to Dahyun’s apartment was uncomfortable. Only because you were soaking wet and your clothes didn’t feel good against your skin. Not to mention you were super itchy. So you were so glad when Dahyun finally pulled up to her apartment complex.

“I’ll grab you a towel real quick.” Dahyun says as you both reach her front door. You nod and watch her run into the small apartment.

You decide to look around the apartment as you wait. The living room looked nice and comfy. There were two gray couches facing each other with a rectangular glass table in the middle. The TV was up against the wall and you couldn’t help but notice the PS5 displayed next to it.

“Since when did Dahyun play video games?”

Your thoughts are soon interrupted when Dahyun comes back with a white towel in her hands. She wraps it around you with a smile and rubs it onto your body.

“I can do it myself, you know.” you say with a giggle. Dahyun shrugs.

“Doesn’t matter. I want to do it.” At that, you playfully roll your eyes but you let her do it anyways. When she’s finished, she smiles brightly at you and guides you into the apartment.

“I left a pile of clothes on my bed for you to wear. You can just go to my room and change.” she says, walking to the kitchen.

Down the hall there are 3 doors. You assume one of them is the bathroom and the other two are bedrooms. You open the door that has a little Hello Kitty sticker on it, but your face only scrunches in confusion.

The room is nice and clean. It smells good, like light vanilla. The bedsheet is light gray and the duvet is white. There’s a PC set up in the corner with a little light projector just sitting on the desk. The walls are decorated with anime posters and that’s what really makes you confused.

“Dahyun literally hates anime…”

Out of nowhere, Dahyun comes up from behind you.

“Oh! Girl, this ain’t my room” she laughs. You turn around, startled.

“It’s not?”

“No!” she continues to laugh, “my room is the other one, come on”

She then leads you to her actual room and everything makes more sense. Her bed is completely white and there’s a vanity in the corner of the room. LED lights decorate the ceiling while the walls are covered with pictures (you being in majority of them). Light pink flowers are seen in random areas of the room and everything just screams Dahyun… but then whose room were you previously in? You just assume that its her boyfriend’s room and move on.

On Dahyun’s bed lies an over-sized white tee paired with some black shorts. You smile as you realize that these clothes were originally yours to begin with. How they ended up in Dahyun’s apartment, you have literally no clue. But you think it’s cute that she still has them.

When you finish getting dressed, you go to the kitchen where Dahyun is waiting for you with a big bowl of ramen. She smiles widely as she sees you entering the kitchen.

“You’re probably starving! Come eat” she says, patting the chair next to hers. And that’s exactly what you do. As you eat, you conversate with Dahyun. You know that she wants to talk about what happened earlier. Which is why you bring it up.

“My mom…” you start, “my mom was… really angry”

Dahyun’s eyes soften and her hand immediately makes its way to your back. You continue talking, blinking away the tears as you do.

“She wanted me to become the CEO of her company but I said I didn’t want to. And- and then she started yelling at me… telling me that I’m useless and…” You couldn’t finish yout sentence as the little tears started to become bigger.

“Oh Y/n…” Dahyun whispers sadly. She hugs you as you let out a single sob.

“Y/n look at me,” you do as she says, “you’re not useless. Shit, you’re the literal opposite. Your existance itself is so important and you just… shine.”

You nod at her words, looking at her like a little kid looking at her teacher.

“Don’t let your mother bring you down because she has never been there for you. She has literally no right to tell you what you are and what you aren’t because she doesn’t even know you, Y/n. She never tried getting to know you and I honestly feel bad for her because now she doesn’t even know how much of a star you are.” Dahyun sighs, wiping the remaining tears away from your cheek.

“She doesn’t know…”

“Dahyun, I love you much ughhhh” you whine, hugging her tightly. She giggles before hugging you back.

“But… UGHH where am I gonna stay? I have no house, no job, no car- nothing” you say with a pout. Dahyun inhales.

“Well, if it’s okay with you…” she looks down and fiddles her fingers together, “you could stay here?”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“I know it’s not the biggest place ever… but you could stay in my room! I’ll literally order a new bed just for you and- and we can go shop for some new clothes for you and-”

“Dahyun!” Your voice seems to make her stop ranting. She tilts her head at you as you smile.

“I would love to stay with you.” You both squeal and jump around happily.

“AHH I’m so happy! Okay so tonight you can sleep on my bed, and then tomor-”

“Wait,” you stop Dahyun once more, “who sleeps in the other roo-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by the door opening. At that moment, a tall man with brown fluffy hair walks through the door. He’s wearing a black tee shirt with a gray zip-up over it. His jeans are baggy and his ears are plugged by the headphones he’s wearing.

“He’s beautiful…”

This time, Dahyun’s voice takes you out of your trance and the words that come out of her mouth makes your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach.

“Oh! Y/n, meet my little brother, Jungkook” Dahyun says with a wide smile. That’s when his eyes meet yours and you swear your heart skipped a beat. His eyes widen ever so slightly as a smirk is evident on his lips.

This can’t be good…

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