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[rosie4sstuff]

Why isn’t the more fanfic on Ghost of Tsushima? Like I would love fanfiction about the characters in the game, reacting to the future or peoples thought of how a sequel could’ve been. I would do it myself, but I can’t write :,)

(Mans is so fine 🖐️😔)

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[littlemisskookie]

Love Me and Leave Me

Love Me and Leave Me Ship: Princess!Reader | Prince!Jin | Maid Description: Royalty!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU. You had no objections when you heard of your engagement to a faraway prince. In fact, you were elated! Especially when you caught sight of his handsome face and charming personality. You could see yourself falling for him easily. The only problem? He’s in love with someone else. Warnings: Impregnation Kink, Virgin Kink, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Play, Handjob, Overstimulation, Infidelity? Angst, Slight Fluff, Slight Crack Word Count: 9,964

When you were told you were engaged to the eldest prince of a nearby kingdom, you had no objections.

Not as in you simply were quietly submitting because it was your duty- you were genuinely looking forward to it.

The quicker you were married the quicker you could get to the throne. Sure, some other princesses were distraught by the news, scared they'd be married to some old king, but you were lucky enough to get a prince. You liked to look on the bright side of things. Besides, arranged marriages have instances where they work- maybe if you were lucky you'd fall in love with the mystery man. A girl can dream, right? It would be just like the fairytales.

You heard he was the most handsome of them all. Prince Seokjin, eldest of the seven brothers. This marriage would align your two kingdoms and would be a joyous celebration.

So sure enough, upon your first meeting together you were absolutely ecstatic.

He was more beautiful than his portrait- a true show stopper. Plump lips and broad shoulders? Yes, please. He was as polite as he was handsome, kind as he insisted on pulling out your chair, instead of just having the staff do it. He made good conversation, with corny jokes you couldn't help at laugh at. Not because they were funny, but because they were stupid.

You really hit the jackpot with this one. The two of you agreed to get married immediately, your parents relieved to have no protest from their children.

As you sat there, seeing him animately laugh at his own joke as your families collectively shake their heads in playful disappointment, you only had one thought.

I can see myself falling in love with this man already.

There was only one problem, though.

He was in love with another.

You were approaching his bedchambers, his lounge for the time being before the two of you would be moved to the King's chambers, the coronation taking place with the wedding. Might as well save money and have two ceremonies in one, right?

You were about to ask him if he'd prefer your dress to be cream or pure white- (He was always so involved in your wedding planning, wanting to truly make it belong to the two of you instead of just hiring some wedding planner. You were so relieved to find out he wouldn't leave you to your own devices.)- when you heard something strange.

A moan.

No, not just that. A female moan.

You halted your footsteps, deathly quiet as you stood before the bedroom door, already slightly ajar. You were paralyzed.

A breathy sigh was followed with a grunt, the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the creaking of a bed as the headboard knocked ever so lightly against the wall.

"You're so tight, you feel incredible like always."

"Jinnie, oh my God-"

"Feel good baby?"

"Feels so great. More, Jinnie, please-"

"Anything for you."

The moans get louder along with the knocking of the headboard against the wall, and you wonder how no one else had come to discover the two. Creeping forward you look between the crack to see your prince with his lover.

You recognized the woman. She was one of the servants that came with Seokjin's family when he moved in for wedding preparations. You noticed she gave him a longing look- but that's what everyone gave him. Who could blame her? He was stunning, charming, and a prince no less.

Perhaps you should've noticed how he looked at her.

The two of them were naked, the sheets a mess and pillows tossed on either side of them. He was on top of her, her feet dangling on either side of his head, hanging on his shoulders. Her legs were spread and her head was hung back, mouth agape as she moaned, overcome with pleasure. Jin gripped her thighs, his hips moving fast in a familiar rhythm, sweat covering his forehead. He looked beautiful, even when he was sweaty and grunting anomalistically.

You couldn't help but feel yourself blush, face turning red as you brought your hand over your mouth, attempting to suppress any noise of shock. You could feel your face burning up beneath your palm, along with a betraying knock of arousal in the pit of your stomach. It was unlike you, looking at such a scene, and it felt like an invasion of privacy.

Still, you couldn't pry your eyes from the pornographic image, the intimacy between the two. You had no experience with this sort of thing- staying a virgin with the full intent of giving it to your future husband, just as you were raised to.

You should be appalled by this scene. Instead of being the lady you were raised to be, to silently walk away from the scene, you stayed watching, feeling your entire body ignite.

Maybe it was the scent of sex that hung in the air. Maybe it was the moans. Maybe it was simply because you had no frame of reference when it came to sex, and this was to sate your curiosity. More than likely it was all three.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" The girl let out a whine as Jin leaned forward, pinning her more firmly into the mattress as her legs bent back with him. His lips met hers, a sloppy kiss as the two interjoin more completely, chest to chest.

"I love you," he says breathlessly, the moment the kiss breaks.

"I love you too, Jinnie. I'm gonna cum, I-"

"Me too, love. Come with me."

Her eyes roll back and he presses his hips more firmly into her ass, letting out a low groan as he empties himself into her. The two stay like that for a moment, still joined together, breathless and sweaty as they stare into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much," he says tenderly, touching her face with a soft caress, as though he weren't fucking her into the mattress seconds before.

"I love you too, Jinnie," she says, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Why the tears, love?"

"Oh, you're getting married!" she cries, voice cracking. The two break apart, but he holds her in his arms, tight against his chest as she softly cries. For one who wasn't raised a lady, she sure knew how to cry daintily. "How am I supposed to feel?"

"I know, I know. I wish I could marry you, I really do."

"You're getting married to a princess. What need will you have with me?"

"Don't say that."

"I'm just going to be the nanny to your child, watching you play house with your pretty little wife! I can't just be a side piece."

"Hey, hey! Don't say that. Don't. You'll never be that, understand? I love you. I've been in love with you since we were little kids, I grew up with you. You know that."

"I know, but," she sniffs, wiping away a tear, "what about her?"

"What about her? She's a stranger. We're doing this because it's our duty."

"But she's pretty, she knows how to read. She's beautiful and educated and refined and rich! What am I? I'm a grubby little servant."

"You're the one I love. You're the one I choose."

"Then prove it."

"How?"

She thinks for a moment before turning to him. "Run away with me. Don't marry her. We can take some of your family heirlooms and run to some estate or something in a faraway kingdom. We can start our own family and forget all of this."

Jin's silent at that, simply staring at her in the dark.

Her face crumples. "Oh, I knew it. You want me to just act as... as some concubine! To be-"

"Let's do it."

"...What?"

"I'm serious. We can run away. We'll have to come up with a plan, but let's do it."

"You really mean that?" she asks softly.

"I do," he says, cradling her face in his, giving her small pecks all over her face. "I choose you. I choose you over a kingdom, over a crown, over a princess. That's how much you mean to me. I'll always choose you."

With that, you walk away.

You had to come up with a plan.

-

"Prince Seokjin, darling," you greet, a fake smile plastered on your face as you waltz your way over to him.

He was busy smelling different flowers that were offered, the maids before him beaming and urging him to pick their own, as though it would indicate he was truly choosing one of them. Once he heard your call, though, he turned, beaming at you with that brilliant smile of his.

"Princess Y/N! You look radiant as always," he says, your hand coming up in a familiar motion as he lets his plump lips press against it.

He's a marvelous actor, you think to yourself. You supposed he had plenty of practice. There was no way his parents would tolerate him being in love with a mere servant girl- he had to have snuck her around his own palace for years.

"How's the wedding planning going?"

"I think I've gone nose blind. It appears I cannot distinguish between even roses and tulips!"

You smile at that. "Why, you must truly be going mad."

"Oh, not at all. I find it a good pastime, actually. Feels easier to plan a wedding than to plan a war."

"Well, we can only pray we won't be entering one of those in our lifetimes," you muse.

"Gift for the grandkids, I reckon," he winks.

You can't help but chuckle at that. "I, too, have found myself invested in the planning. I was going to ask you what color dress you'd like me to wear. It's approaching so soon- the seamstresses are getting anxious for my decision. The dress appears to be the most difficult of all, though."

"I do think the color silver suits you. Iridescent, like the moon," he says.

Ah yes, his lover was the sun, outshining you always as you hung in the background, always there and always leering, only visible to him when she was away. You were sure, however, that she thought the same about you. The truth was, however, that she was Juliet and you were Rosaline.

"Sounds perfect. I'll notify them immediately."

"Best to hurry the wedding along. Seems the sooner in approaches the more hectic the castle gets. Everyone's so busy, they have hardly any time to even pay attention to the bride and groom," he notes.

Clever. With how busy everyone was, no one would notice his disappearance. By the time someone did, he and the servant girl would be far gone.

"I truly cannot wait to get married," you beam.

"As am I, dear," he smiles.

"Might we take a break from these busybodies and take a walk around the quarters? I still have much to learn about my future husband," you say.

He offers his arm, which you link your own around. "But of course! Perhaps along the way, I'll regain my sense of smell."

The two of you depart, slowly trickling out of the crowds, out of ballrooms and hallways and into passageways. All of the servants were too busy to know where you were, or to occupy these small spaces. It was the perfect place to whisper into each other's ears without the worry of being overheard. Whether those whispers were sweet nothings or secrets, no one would know.

It wasn't until you were sure no one was near that you unlinked your arm from his, your false, cheery demeanor dropping immediately.

"So, tell me about your lover, Jinnie."

The prince freezes in his tracks, stunned. He raises his hand, opening his mouth to say something, but you're quick.

"Don't make another move."

You lift your skirt, the hem reaching to your waist as you bunch up the fabric, revealing the knife strapped to your thigh.

Seokjin gulps, taking a step back. "Do you always carry a knife on you, Your Highness?"

"Not always," you admit. "Only when I'm alone with a man. A lady like myself should know better than to be in closed quarters with one and engaged or not, you're a stranger. I don't know what your reaction will be to knowing your secret is revealed."

"How much do you know?"

"Enough. She's a servant girl from your palace, one you grew up with. You love her, and she loves you. The two of you plan to run away together. Am I incorrect?"

"Not in the slightest," he says, shaking his head. "I truly got the brightest bride, didn't I?"

"Enough with the flattery, Seokjin. We can cut the bullshit with each other now," you say bluntly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Princess. I promise you that." He raises his hands in surrender. "Secret or not, I wouldn't dare lay a hand on a lady."

You look at him skeptically, quirking a brow, your hand hovering over the knife. "Why should I believe a word you say?"

"I'm simply a man in love, who wants the freedom to love. Is that such a crime?"

"It is, and you know what the consequences are," you remind him. Still, you release the fabric, letting the skirt flow back down to cover your legs. "Surely you know the danger there is. It would cost both of you your heads- hers, at the very least."

"So what? Are you going to turn us in?" He still holds his hands up, searching your eyes, trying to find answers. "Are you scorned to know you never stood a chance? That I wasn't the faithful prince you dreamt of?"

"Once you leave I'll be humiliated. I've been groomed for perfection, to marry the best. So when the best runs away, it'll only be presumed that I'm not perfect enough. Shame will be cast on my family and kingdom, and I'll be forced to marry another. It might not even be one of your brothers, and perhaps our kingdoms will war against one another."

Seokjin hangs his head. "You'd have every right to turn me in."

"There would still be shame, perhaps even more. To know I was replaced by a servant girl- there'd be public outrage. The Cinderella concept doesn't work as well in real life as one might think."

"So what're you going to do? Kill me here before anyone finds out? Cover it up and frame it as something else and carry on the wedding with one of my brothers?" Seokjin's eyes harden as he clenches his jaw. "You can do whatever you wish with me, as long as you promise me she stays out of it. I want her safe and happy. You can send her far from this kingdom if you so wish, but I want her safe. Do that, and even if you kill me I'll die a happy man."

"Don't be barbaric," you say, huffing. "I'm going to help you."

The prince's eyes widen in shock, and he sputters, lowering his arms. "Wait- wait, what?"

You finally let out a genuine smile, amused by his reaction. "I'm going to help you two escape, my dear Prince."

"I- thank you so much- but why?"

"You two are going to need help. All of the known exits are going to be blocked by guards- an effort to prevent incoming assassins from crashing the wedding. This is my palace, not yours. I'm not sure how things run in your kingdom, but our security is top-notch. You'd never stand a chance, even now. And I'm not doing this to save just my own reputation, mind you. I find you charming, handsome, and a suitable husband. I could see myself falling in love with you, Prince Seokjin."

"Then why do you wish to let me run away with another?"

"Because I refuse to be the evil queen who prevents love from blooming. You deserve the freedom to love. You found the real thing- who am I to stop you? You'd be unhappy as my husband, and so would your lover. They say, happy wife, happy life, but what about the other way around?"

"You're truly doing this out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Not quite. As with all things, there's a catch," you admit.

"Name your price. I'll do whatever you wish," he promises.

You hold up your hand, silencing him. "Hear my conditions before you make any promises, Prince. Surely even you should know negotiation tactics. First and foremost, you'd still have to go through with the wedding and coronation. We still need our kingdoms joined, and the title will grant me far more power than I would have as a princess. I'd rather not wait until the next wedding to gain the crown. It'll make your escape run much smoother, which we'll start after all is said and done. Soonest we can do is about three months after the wedding and coronation when all of the guests are gone and things have simmered down. We'll need to prepare food, money, carriage, and living arrangements in the meantime to prepare for the escape."

"I can understand that much. I'm sure that'll be fine," he says.

"That's not quite the catch, though. I'm not sure your lover will be too fond of this one, either," you tell him. "There's another reason we'll have to wait until three months for you two to leave. It'll take at least that long for me to find out if I'm pregnant."

The prince's eyes widen comically at that. "Pregnant?"

You nod firmly. "Once you two have escaped, saying either you ran away or faking your death, they can always cancel the alliance or marry me to another. With a baby, however, the kingdoms would still remain permanently joined, and I won't be forced to marry another, on account that I'll no longer be a virgin. My main purpose anyway is to raise an heir, so this will give me at least 18 years to rule until they're of age. There would be no need for a king so long as I do the job myself. I also refuse to let rumors run amok about my baby being a bastard, for that matter. Once I show signs of pregnancy, it'll be your indicator to leave."

"So you mainly need me to knock you up?" Seokjin questioned. "Make sure it's me?"

"I have no doubt the baby will grow to be as beautiful as you, Seokjin. Genes like that don't just skip a generation," you say, trying to lighten the mood. "As I said, those are my conditions. They are non-negotiable. Unless you wish to continue sneaking your lover around for, perhaps, the next 18 years. And considering the fact I had simply stumbled upon one of your trysts during the night, I'd say you're lucky you haven't gotten caught sooner. I suggest you talk to her about the conditions and gain her approval."

"She'll agree, even at the price. Neither of us will be necessarily thrilled about the ordeal, but it's well worth it." Seokjin laughs for a moment. "You're a beautiful princess, anyway."

"And you're alright with everything? You do realize that we'd have to consummate our marriage several times to increase the likelihood of pregnancy."

"I'm well aware."

"And you'll be alright with abandoning your child?"

Seokjin's quiet at that.

"Perhaps I'll sneak in a visit once or twice," he says quietly. "Should a kid really be without a father?"

"They'll have to be," you say. "I'll raise them splendidly, though. I'll give them father figures to spare. And maybe I'll let them visit a quiet manor once in a while to visit a lord and a lady, perhaps faraway cousins. And maybe, just maybe, they'll look into your eyes and see their own. Maybe they'll even think of you as the father they never had."

Seokjin's eyes soften as he looks at you. "You're a far better person than I am, Princess."

You smile weakly, reaching forward to brush your fingers against his cheek. "I know."

You slip away, gliding at a familiar pace already, but stop. You turn your head to the side to look at him. "Tell them roses are overrated and to try and get something periwinkle. I think the color will compliment my dress."

-

It was the eve of the wedding, and anxiety was starting to overtake you. Why were you nervous? You had planned everything out. It wasn't like you'd even have to commit to the man, dreading a life with him. The concept of you having cold feet would be utterly ridiculous.

You were in the middle of a relaxation period, one maid combing your hair and another massaging your shoulders when there was a knock at your door.

"Come in," you call, not bothering to look their way.

Surprisingly, you see Prince Seokjin with his lover, though she stands demurely behind him, head bowed the same as any other maid.

"Why, my betrothed, what a surprise," you say, smiling to him. "You're lucky I wasn't trying on my wedding dress."

"Never took you as the superstitious type, darling," he chuckled, nodding to his lover to close the door behind him.

You turn to your own maids, waving your hand. "You're dismissed. I wish to speak to my fiancé. You needn't worry about us partaking in wedding night shenanigans- I'll make sure his maid is present. I'm sure neither of us will have trouble refraining ourselves from tomfoolery."

The maids bow deeply, quickly departing from the room.

You turn to the couple, a warm smile on your face. "Getting cold feet, Seokjin?"

"Not at all- simply pre-wedding jitters," he assures you.

You look over to the maid, stepping closer. You tried to keep your interactions with her scarce- the less you knew of her the better. Still, you tilted her chin up with your hand, urging her to stop staring at her feet and instead into your eyes. "And you? You're still alright with the arrangements?"

It had come to no surprise that she had agreed to your conditions, despite the fact she was unsettled with some of the standards. Still, she was compliant.

"I am, Princess," she confirms. "It's a happy compromise."

"If only lords had that wisdom," you muse to yourself. You clap your hands, remembering something. "Speaking of! Your manor is almost done. It'll take two months to complete, so by the time your murder or departure is announced, whichever you choose, you'll have a home all ready."

"Are you sure three months will be enough time for them to believe you hadn't murdered me for power?" the prince questions.

"That is a good concern, but I don't think there'll be any turn about. No matter how much time passes, there will be rumors. The most we can do is act as in love as possible during your stay here. An endless honeymoon phase."

"I've heard some of the other servants gossip already about how the love is legitimate," his lover mentions. "They say it's something straight out of a fairytale."

"At least we know we're on the right track," you confirm. "So are we confirming it'll be a murder?"

"Less shame. It'll be cleaner that way. I may be leaving my family, but I know they'd grieve more over their own misfortune than my death. This will have the least amount of casualties," he answers.

"And we can claim that she was the one who killed you, perhaps? It would explain her disappearance as well."

"How will we stage the fake death, then?" Seokjin ponders over it. "We've been thinking about it for days now, and I can't come up with anything."

"That's why I'm the planner in this relationship, my Prince," you chortle. "Type A, remember? I've been thinking about it as well. I was thinking we could go hunting, perhaps a game of chase. We can bring a few servants, and I'll separate with you two momentarily. By the time my own ladies in waiting catch up with me, I'll be mourning, claiming that the maid that had come along with you pushed you into a rushing river, sweeping your body away and that she had run away. I'd most likely have to get a cut or two to make it seem as though I was also attacked. While the rest are looking for either Seokjin's body or the murderess, you two will be departing in a nearby carriage, where new clothes, food, and whatever else you'll need for the journey will be provided."

"You're brilliant!" Seokjin exclaims, giving you a peck on the cheek.

His lover's eyes brim with tears, and in a rush of emotion, embraces you, her arms wrapping around you as she pulls you close. "Thank you, Your Highness. You're a blessing to us, and you'll be a blessing to the people. We owe you our lives."

"Well, it'll be in exchange for a new one," you remind her, stiff as you were unfamiliar with the feeling of a hug. "Need I remind you we'll begin tomorrow?"

She stiffens as well at the reminder, releasing you. "Oh... yes..."

"And you're still on board?"

"It must be done. It's a small price to pay."

Was it though? It was a child.

You compose yourself, smoothing your hands over your clothes to get rid of wrinkles. "Well, I suppose I must get ready for bed. We have a long day ahead of ourselves, don't we?"

"Indeed. Tomorrow we'll be husband and wife," Seokjin says.

"We'll be king and queen," you add.

"And in three months we'll be gone," the maid whispers lowly.

-

Your dress was truly enchanting, an iridescent glow keeping all eyes on you as you walked down the aisle. It had a long train and high neck with a low back, all of it shimmering with every move you made. The veil you wore concealed your face, though beneath you wore golden lids and a tint that made your lips look like flower petals. One arm was linked with your father's, the King, and the other held a bouquet of periwinkles.

Any whispers or talks were immediately quiet, a shush amongst the people as you approached the altar, the oh so handsome prince waiting eagerly. You kept in beat with the tune the musicians played, hoping the song would be enough to mask the sound of your racing heart.

You reached the altar sooner than you would've hoped, and soon your father placed your hand in Seokjin's. The two of you interlocked fingers, giving one another a familiar, anxious smile before turning to the minister.

You could feel Seokjin's pulse through his hand, and you were sure he could do the same. You wondered if either of you were even listening as the minister questioned him about if he intended to stay true to you, caring for you in sickness and in health, as well as serve the kingdom as the new ruler. He asked you the same, and you were all too eager to answer "I do!" to every question he threw at you, though you knew you had no intention of keeping true to the promises made in regards to your husband.

The first to be crowned was Seokjin, a velvet cape being draped over his shoulders and a golden scepter in his free hand. A golden crown was placed upon his perfectly combed hair, fitting perfectly. You felt your heart race impossibly faster once it was your turn, a lighter cape being placed upon your shoulders. You couldn't help but shudder at the feeling of the crown on your head, a silver one to remind the people that though you were Queen, the King came first. It was beautiful, though, silver and littered with diamonds and emeralds.

"I now present to you, for the very first time, your King and Queen! You may now kiss the bride!"

Funny, that you were about to kiss Seokjin for the first time when tonight you'd be doing a lot more. You didn't think to ask before, considering it disrespectful to his relationship, but now you regret it.

Seokjin lifts your veil to reveal your face to both him and the public. You blink up at him expectantly, eyes trained on the plush, parted lips.

"You look beautiful," he says beneath his breath.

Hurry up and lay one on me.

As though reading your mind, he presses his lips against your own. They're softer than you dreamt of, enveloping yours, his mouth firm against your own. Your own lashes flutter shut as you pull him slightly closer, your hand coming up to his face to cradle his cheek.

The two of you break apart, gleeful smiles on your faces, almost as though you had gotten the hardest part over with.

But that was yet to come.

-

You look over to your husband, the two of you sitting on the lavish, silk sheets, neither of you moving. You weren't sure what was preventing you from taking action. After all, virginity was truly, at its core, a concept. You were a woman who liked to take charge and had more than enough confidence in herself and her capabilities.

The room had been set up as one would expect- candles, petals, chocolates. You had eaten three pieces already.

What was the hold-up?

You turn to Seokjin, taking in a deep breath as you finally made the first move, slowly removing your clothes. His eyes raked down your figure, Adam's apple bobbing up and down the column of his throat, seeing you in your unmentionables, your impeccable clothes now discarded to the floor.

"Do you like it?" you question, combing your fingers through your hair in an attempt to loosen it up.

"I..." He licks his lips. "I do. I like it a lot."

"I'm glad." You inch closer to him, reaching for his hand and pressing it against your cheek, slowly getting on top of him. "You know, I won't get pregnant if you can't touch me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this. It's just been a while since I've been with anyone else. It's new... like... fresh, I suppose," he explained.

"If it helps, you can simply think of it as a transaction. Simply business. No offense to you, but I don't expect much. Or you can simply think of her in my place," you offer.

"No, that'd be unfair to you. I want to make you feel good, really," he says. As though mustering up the courage, he finally leans in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, sweet. It's slow and builds up, letting you two take your time at a leisure pace, knowing you didn't have to rush.

He breaks the kiss apart. "Also, I still take offense to the 'not expecting much'. I don't know what other guys you've been with, but I've been told I'm rather generous."

You couldn't help but snort at that. "Oh, please. I hope the baby doesn't inherit your cockiness."

He rolls his eyes, kissing you again, this time more firm as he begins to run his hands over your body. You're tense, but welcome the touch, the foreign sensation of having someone else's hands on you filling you with adrenaline. His hands squeeze your breasts, removing more garments from you before rolling the nipples beneath his thumbs, humming into your mouth as he felt them harden at his touch.

You find yourself enjoying the sensation, drawing him closer as he breaks the kiss apart, mouth on your breasts to simulate the hardened buds. You tilt your head back, concentrated on the feeling of his mouth against your hot skin, his hands along your back as he tried to push you further against his mouth.

Once he's done he pulls back, making you yelp in alarm as he flips you over onto the bed. "Fun fact, I prefer to be on top," he grins, causing you to swat him in the chest.

"Less talking and more doing. Take your clothes off too- it's weird if I'm the only one who's naked."

He complies, obviously having no sense of insecurity as he yanks his shirt over his head, pulling his pants down until he was only in his underwear. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger on his body, admiring the broad shoulders and smooth skin. You only tore your eyes away when you caught sight of the typical cocky smirk.

"Like what you see, Princess?"

"That's Queen to you."

"My mistake," he chuckles, spreading your legs apart before removing the last undergarment, leaving you completely bare before him. He settles between your legs, large hands spread against your thighs as he slowly inches them apart, revealing your wet heat.

"Wait," you said, suddenly nervous.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" he questioned, hands immediately off of you.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. I just..." You took in a deep breath. "You should know that I've never... done anything with anyone before. This is my first time."

He pauses at that, soaking in the information. "You're a virgin?"

"I... Yeah."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed from how you were climbing me like a tree back there."

You flush red, smacking him in the chest again as he laughs. "I did not, you buffoon!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking! Still, you have more confidence than most. I would've assumed you weren't."

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm completely 'innocent' and devoid of confidence and sexuality. Virginity is closer to a social construct and doesn't dictate purity in the slightest, but is instead a prudish and sexist concept that is meant to determine a woman's worth and a man's masculinity."

"I agree with that, trust me. You have a point," Seokjin admits.

"So... You're ok with me being a virgin? You being my first, I mean?"

"Are you kidding? It's... You're going to think I'm weird."

"Spit it out, already."

"Well, not going to lie, but it's really fucking hot."

"You're joking."

"I'm not!" Hesitantly, he takes your hand, pressing it against his clothed dick. You gasped in surprise, the erection far bigger than you had suspected it to be. He whimpers slightly at your touch as you press your palm down a bit harder, rubbing your hand against it.

"Why does me being a virgin turn you on so much?" you asked him, curious.

"I don't know. I guess it's the thought that you trust me enough to be your first? That I'll be the first man ever to do anything to you, with you. I'll be the first inside you." You felt his dick twitch under your palm at that. "I know you went on that whole shpeal about how it's a construct and doesn't determine your purity, but it really does make it feel like I'm going to corrupt me."

"Funny how your first time corrupting me is going to also knock me up."

Another twitch.

"You're going to make me cum in my underwear if you keep talking like that," he hissed. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part, yet."

"Alright, stick it in me then."

"No!" Seokjin swatted your hand away. "I've got to prepare you first so that it doesn't hurt. Especially considering the fact that you're a virgin. I'll be gentle of course, but it'll go a lot easier if you're wet."

"I'm already wet."

"Just trust me on this, ok? Spread your legs for me."

You couldn't help but shudder at his words, obeying his command as you reveal once again your core, hearing him let out a sharp hiss.

"You look really good like this," he says, licking his lips as he slowly descends down your body. "I'm the luckiest husband in the world."

"Does that mouth ever stop- ohh."

His mouth licked a stripe up your slit, hands pressed against your inner thighs as you attempted to cage him in. He let his tongue run over your folds, tasting what you had to offer before giving you a gentle suck on your clit, feeling your thighs already quiver at the action. He grins, coming back up. "What were you saying about my mouth?"

"Shut up and get to it."

He doesn't need any further instruction, proceeding as he eats you out, alternating between tasting you straight at the source and making your stomach twist with sharp sucks against your clit. He took his time, meticulous, french kissing your cunt with skill. He took the time to try and learn what you liked and didn't like, your moans getting louder when he paid more attention to your clit, and small whimpers emitting from your mouth when he proceeded to tongue fuck you.

Slowly he let one of his hands slide off your thigh, a digit circling your entrance before slipping in easily, the copious arousal preventing friction. Your body jerked slightly when he curled it, searching for your g-spot. When he found it you were letting out breathy gasps, fingers coming to his hair to push him further into you. As always, he complied, repeatedly curling his fingers as he ate you out, moaning into your head to send vibrations throughout your core.

"Oh my God, Seokjin, fuck."

"Mm?"

"More, please," you moaned, screwing your eyes shut as you focused on the pleasure.

"More what?"

"More fingers. Want you to fill me."

"That mouth is fucking dangerous," he growled. Slowly he inched in the second digit, your walls accommodating them as he scissored your cunt, stretching you out. It wasn't long before you could handle a third, his thick fingers providing a pleasurable burn you couldn't help but crave.

An odd feeling was brought up in the pit of your stomach, and you pulled harder at Seokjin's hair, heels digging into his back.

"I-I'm going- fuck, I-"

"That's right, cum for me," he growled, words muffled by your wet heat.

You felt it sooner than you could process it, an orgasm washing throughout your body in a wave of euphoria. It was better than even literature could describe, and despite how much you read and wondered about the real thing, even experimenting with yourself, it was nothing compared to the real thing.

Your breathing was hard, panting for air as he came back up. The visual stimulus of his handsome face smeared with your juices, his reward for eating you out as though you were his last meal on death row.

"How're you holding up, Your Majesty?" he chuckled, proud of himself. "I don't think you lasted even eight minutes."

You weren't in the mood to counter his gloating, instead reaching for his underwear, shucking them to the floor. He let out a gasp of surprise as you unapologetically wrapped your hand around his length, slowly pumping him.

"Fuck, you're so big," you said, mouth agape in awe. You were unsure if it was because you simply had no other frame of reference to compare him to or because he really was that big, but something told you that the sweet spots he'd be able to reach and the pleasurable stretch would be worth it. "Want you inside me."

"Yeah? Want me to give you a baby?" He groaned, bucking his hips as your hand continued to pump his length. "Tighter, just like that. Oh, fuck."

"Want you to fill me up with this big cock. Want you to fill me up with cum." Your mouth didn't seem to have a filter, your thoughts bubbling to the surface. You were cock drunk, it seemed, focused more on it than your own dignity. Oh, what your etiquette teachers would think if they saw you now.

"I'm ready," he said, removing your hand. "I don't want to blow my load too early. Want to cum inside you."

You laid back down, letting him climb on top of you, the head circling your entrance.

"I'm gonna go slow. Just tell me if it hurts, ok?" He seemed so sincere, staring into your eyes as though he was truly concerned he'd harm you.

You simply bucked your hips up against him, urging him closer. "I'll be ok."

He slowly pushes in, and you bite your lip, toes curling as he sinks the head in, the thickest part. You can already feel a bit of a burn as your walls stretched around to accommodate him. He studied your reaction, making sure you were alright before sinking in, slowly as he went inch by inch. You savored each second, eyes screwed shut as you toss your head back, lip caught between your teeth.

With each grimace or wince you gave, Seokjin placed a kiss on your forehead, assuring you that you'd be alright and that the pain would be over soon. You simply tried to concentrate on his voice, how low and oddly soothing it was.

It wasn't until he was balls deep in you, bottoming out, that you truly processed it. You were no longer a virgin, from this moment forward. Society saw you as tainted, taken, and impure.

And you loved it.

Seokjin buried his head in your shoulder, biting down as he tried to refrain from moving. "You're- fuck, you're tighter than I expected. I should've prepared you more. You feel so good."

Your pussy clenched around him at that, only making his arms buckle slightly above you.

"Move."

"You sure?" he questions.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm alright. Go."

He's slow, rocking his hips back and forth, the movements shallow. You couldn't help but watch where your bodies were connected, fascination evident in your eyes. There was a subtle pain, but not as much as you were expecting, and once it subsided you began to feel good. Before you knew it the two of you were moaning, his thrusts deeper and less careful, his more animalistic side creeping in to replace the sweet, tender lover.

You whimpered, nails digging into his back, raking down. He let out a hiss above you, gritting his teeth, though he showed no complaints. If you had drawn blood, he seemed to only let it fuel him further.

"G-Gonna fill me up? Get me pregnant?" you stammered, eyes rolling back. "Give me your baby?"

"Fuck, yeah, gonna make sure this tight pussy gets filled."

"You l-like fucking a virgin's cunt?"

"Feels like heaven," he grunted. "My dirty little virgin."

"You're so deep in me." You looked down, noticing the movement of his cock inside of you, evident at the pit of your belly.

"Gotta reach the womb," he explained. "Gotta fill it up with cum so a baby grows there."

"Want you to cum in me. Knock me up," you say, pleading. "Let me have it."

He groans, his pace getting sloppy. You could feel it- he was close. Still, he slithered a hand between the two of you, toying with your clit, sending sparks through your body. "Want you to cum with me. I won't give you my cum unless you cum first."

With how many places he could reach inside of you, hitting spots inside of you that you didn't even know existed, plus the stimulation of your clit, it didn't take long for you to do just that. As soon as Seokjin saw your eyes rolling back and felt your pussy repeatedly spasming and clenching over his cock, he became undone, making sure to bottom out inside of you and fill you up to the brink.

The two of you panted heavily, and it wasn't until he was milked of every drop that he rolled over and off of you, collapsing at your side. He snuggled against your side, however, kissing the side of your neck as he let his hand travel back down to your heat.

You cringed at the overstimulation, curling in on yourself. "Seokjin-"

"Shh, gotta make sure all my cum stays inside you," he says, voice soft as he murmurs against your skin. You tolerate the way his palm rubs against your clit as he pushes any trickling cum back inside of you with his fingers, sure to not let any drop go to waste.

He brings his hand back up, the digits glistening with both of your juices. "Suck."

You obey, mouth wrapping around it as you clean him off.

He smiled at that, letting his fingers escape your mouth with a lewd pop. "What a perfect, dirty little wife I have."

"What an idiot I've got for a husband."

-

Routine seemed to be your best friend.

You'd wake up in the morning with Seokjin at your side, the two of you getting ready for the day. You'd share breakfast together and go over paperwork and laws, planning negotiations. You typically did it, running the show, as most of your ideas seemed to be far more fleshed out than his. Between hours of work you'd have free time, Seokjin seeing his lover and you spending your time relaxing, often getting your hands massaged to ache the cramps in your hands from all of the writing. You'd typically go to bed alone, on the nights Seokjin didn't fuck you, but somehow he was always there when you woke up, snuggling by your side.

You couldn't help but feel a warm tenderness for your husband, enjoying the breakfast you spent with just him. Lunches were typically during free time, so he'd have his own hidden away, and dinners were with lords and ladies discussing what they thought ought to be done. (Most wanted to trample over one another to gain power, not even thinking about those who resided on their land. Countesses were vermin, in your opinion.)

You knew you were supposed to see Seokjin only in an analytical, logical light. A professional relationship. Perhaps it was how you shared the same bed, or how sweet he'd be at times. You felt yourself falling, however, before you knew it. Your parents would often note how happy you seemed together, pleased by how genuine your affection was for one another.

And he couldn't deny it either.

You stood before the mirror, trying to see whether or not you were showing yet. You weren't even three months in, but you were eager, wondering when you'd see the little bump. Soon enough you'd be inflated like a balloon, your feet swollen and back aching. Soon enough you'd feel tiny kicks and be picking out names.

Seokjin smiled, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, his own hands over yours as he pressed them a lightly against your stomach. "Feel anything yet?"

"No," you frowned. "I can't even tell."

"Maybe you just ate too much at dinner, sweetheart. I'm pretty sure I can feel a food baby right here." He presses your stomach for emphasis, and you swat him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"Like you're one to talk. Eat any more turkey and I'll start thinking you're the one who'll be eating for two."

You stare at the two of you in the mirror, his chin resting on your shoulder as you gazed at each other. This was nice. It felt so oddly domestic, as though you two were truly raising a baby together out of love and not necessity.

"I wish we could be like this all the time," he admitted, his voice soft. "I like this routine. I'm happy."

"I like this too," you admit to yourself. "It feels right."

"Doesn't it?" His mood dips a bit, his eyes sad. "Do you want me to at least stay long enough to help you through the baby? I don't like the thought of you having to deal with the pregnancy all on your own."

"Next thing you know you'll be saying you don't want me to give birth alone, or raising a child on my own."

"Maybe..." He lowers his eyes, pressing your back closer to his chest. "Are you happy like this?"

"I think I'm happier than I ever have been."

"Then why do we have to stop? Why can't we live every day like this?"

You knew what he was trying to say. Words he couldn't dare say out loud, for all of your sakes. You wanted to say it too.

I love you.

"You know why. You made a promise. We both did," you remind him, not wanting to humor him. "It wouldn't be fair to her, now would it? She isn't happy."

"She's eager. She doesn't see the attachment or the fear about the baby. It's all just going to plan," he explains.

"It is. I don't blame her. You know what they say- a woman becomes a mother as soon as she gets the news, and a man becomes a father as soon as he sees the baby."

"I don't want to be that kind of man, though. I'm a father."

"Seokjin, we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet."

"I know," he says. "I can feel it in my gut."

"I'm sure you can," you smile, chuckling softly. You stare at yourself in the mirror, hand running over your stomach once again, searching. "What should we name it?"

"Seokjin Jr. if it's a boy, of course."

Oddly enough you didn't object. "And if it's a girl?"

"I was thinking about that the other day. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a name related to periwinkles."

"Periwinkles?"

"Remember? It was the color you really liked, the kind of flowers you chose for your bouquet at our wedding."

"I'm surprised you remember," you say. "I was thinking something similar, in a sense. Selene."

"Selene? What does that have to do with periwinkles?"

"Not periwinkles. The moon. Like how you wanted my wedding dress to be silver? Silver as the moon. Selene was the goddess of the moon, at least in Greek mythology."

"I like the name." He laughs a little to himself. "Either way it's an S name. Seokjin Jr. or Selene."

"I didn't say it'd be Seokjin Jr.!"

"You didn't object!"

"I hope for your sake we have a girl, then."

"I'd love a little girl." Seokjin's eyes literally light up at the prospect. "She could have my lips and your eyes and little pigtails! Oh, could you imagine all the fancy little dresses she'd run around in? All of them periwinkle, of course!"

"You're obsessed with that color, aren't you?"

"What can I say, it reminds me of you."

Your smile is a sad one, and you squeeze your hand around his, looking down from your reflection. "You'd be a good father. You will be. I'll be sure to send our child over as often as I can."

There's a silence between you two, and you feel yourself start to tear up, your eyes getting glassy.

There's a lump in your throat as you slightly choke on your own words. "Is it bad I don't want you to leave?"

"No. I don't want to leave either."

"But you will, right?"

"You made a point- we both made promises. I can't keep her in this suffocating castle for much longer."

"Suffocating?"

"For her. It can't be easy to constantly hear about the one she loves being with another. She was first and... I still love her."

"I know."

"I don't want to leave you..."

"I know."

"...but you know I have to."

"...I know."

Another pause settles between you two, and you offer a weak smile, squeezing his hand again as you lock eyes in the reflection, small tears at the corners of your eyes. You reach back, caressing his cheek softly. "Let's enjoy the time we have left. Stress can't be good for the baby."

-

Morning sickness was a bitch.

It had been three days, in the middle of your third month, when it was confirmed you were pregnant. You had suspected, of course, with the sickness, but it could also be a bad case of the flu. The doctor assured otherwise.

When you told Seokjin he had a different reaction from you, leaping for joy and twirling you in the air. "I'm going to be a father! Can you believe it? Me!"

You smiled as brightly as you could, kissing him on the mouth with as much emotion as you could muster. You wanted to convey how much you truly did love him, and why today was the day you were letting him go.

He didn't have long to celebrate, as soon enough you had called upon his lover for a secret meeting, the three of you discussing plans.

"As I'm sure you're aware by now, I'm pregnant," you tell her, your voice soft.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty," she says, her tone wary, as though she was unsure of your next lines. It couldn't be easy for her, you knew, to know that you were carrying the proof of his trysts with you. "I'm sure you're pleased."

"I am. Everything's going according to plan," you nod. "Which is why the two of you must leave today."

Seokjin stands upright, shocked. "Today?"

"Yes. Today." You made eye contact with the woman, and she meets it for once, knowing exactly what you meant. If Seokjin stayed here much longer, with his excitement and absolute joy, he'd never want to leave. And all three of you knew it'd be best for him to be removed from the situation as soon as possible now that their end of the deal was complete.

"I've got a game on horseback scheduled already. Some of the ladies in waiting will be with me. You two will go off to the river- the one we planned for. Let one of the horses go free and escape to the hidden carriage. I've got everything set up, and the two of you will have to disguise yourselves. Remember, rub dirt on Seokjin's face and powder your own. You're a countess traveling back home with your favorite footman. The driver won't ask any questions and knows the way. I'll fix up the rest within ten minutes. Remember to leave Seokjin's horse by the riverside."

Of course, the three of you had practiced on multiple occasions, knowing exactly where the river was, where the carriage would be, and where to let the horse go. It didn't even feel real yet, and you were going to be doing it in but a few hours.

"But-"

"No buts, Seokjin. I'm pregnant. We don't have time to waste." You can't even meet him in the eye. "I'll get changed to prepare for the game, and I suggest you two do as well."

The maid nods, leaving the room to get ready. Seokjin is left staring at you.

"This is the last time I'm ever going to see you again, isn't it?"

"Seokjin, we both know you can't stay here much longer. We did what we had to do. It's time for what you were wanting in the beginning."

"Things are different now-"

"The plan is completed now," you finish. "We prepared for this."

His face crumples, and he looks like he's about to cry, holding back tears. He holds your hands, squeezing them as though through an act of desperation. "Y/N..."

"Seokjin." You can't even look at him. You know that if you do, you'll cry too.

"It's too quick. Give me a day or-"

"Seokjin," you interrupt. He's quiet, knowing that nothing he could do or say would change anything. You were stubborn, as was his lover. He had a type. This wasn't a battle he could win, and ultimately he knew that he had no other choice.

"I love you," he says in a sudden act of declaration. "I love her too, and I'll go with her. I just wanted you to know before I left."

You feel tears slip down your cheeks, your hands limp in his. You don't want to respond, knowing your voice will crack and get shaky if you even attempted to.

"Do... Do you feel the same?"

There's a lump in your throat that makes it hard for you to speak coherently. "You already know the answer to that."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I do." You look at him, staring him in the eye to let him know you truly, sincerely mean it. "I really, really love you. And that's why I'm letting you go."

He closes his eyes, tears clinging to his lashes as he kissed your forehead, pressing his own against it, the two of you just listening to each other's breathing for that small, intimate moment. "I know," he whispers.

Those were the last words you ever heard from Kim Seokjin.

-

"My Queen, might I say I'm surprised you want to celebrate your pregnancy with a game tonight," one of your ladies say. "Wouldn't you rather be laying down or hosting a party, rather than catching foxes?"

"Oh, well, you know how the King is. Something about catching some impressive game- promises a healthy boy- oh, I don't know. It's a tradition in his kingdom."

"You truly love him, don't you, Your Majesty?" one of the other questions, admiration in her tone. She seemed to be rather the romantic. You could remember when you were like that, once. "If you pardon me for asking."

"I do," you admit, your voice soft. "I couldn't have asked for a better husband."

"Speaking of him, where has he been? He and his maid have been up ahead for a while, now," the first questions. She pulls on the reigns, her horse stopping. "Do you suppose they've gotten lost?"

"I'm sure they haven't- but I'll go up ahead. Catch up with me later."

Before they can protest you speed up, making a beeline for the riverside. True enough, the only thing there was a horse.

They were long gone.

Your heart collapsed on itself, despite the fact you were expecting it. It made it finally feel real, knowing that you had now forever lost Seokjin. Your husband, your love, the father to your child, was long gone.

Only the harsh roars of the river drowned out your cry.

You sobbed, shaky as you got off your horse and approached Seokjin's, taking the saddle and retrieving the dagger. You add a cut or two to your shoulder and arm, making it draw blood but not deep enough to seriously injure yourself. Once the blade was messy enough you collapsed to the floor, overstruck with grief.

Your ladies in waiting find you curled in on yourself, immediately rushing to your aid, ripping the fabric of their dress to wrap around your injuries.

"T-The maid," you choke out, trying to remember your story, "s-she had killed Seokjin. Stabbed him and pushed him into the river. Sh-She came after me and I pushed back and she simply hopped on her horse and ran."

"My Queen, I'm-"

"He's dead!" You wailed, hands buried in your face. "He's gone. He's gone for good. I'll never see him again."

"We'll find the woman who killed him and see to it that she's put to death."

You only shook your head, rocking back and forth, overcome with grief. True, genuine anguish, but not the kind they could comprehend. With shaky legs, you stood back to your feet, your ladies attending to you and bringing you back to the castle, knowing the sad news would be a tragedy to the kingdom.

You clutched onto your stomach, the last piece you had left of him, and thought about how the father of your child was already on his way out to start a new life, with a new wife and perhaps a new family.

The two of you truly did love each other- and even now you didn't regret letting him go.

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[yoongsisbae]

Hi! I am writing a dating show bts fanfic and need producers aka some lovely authors or beta readers who won’t mind to helping me with ideas from time to time ;_;

Help me please ;;

If you want to help, contact me and I will add you to the google doc party/brainstorming session :]

My goal is to make it really interactive with audience/reader voting and stuff. (We will see how that goes :'D)

Here is the beginning of the story to entice you further!

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Gangnam Girlfriend: Korea’s #1 Celebrity Dating Show with your Host, International Super Star, Jin!

“Hi yall! I’m y/n! I am so excited for this opportunity! What do I want from this experience? I want to find someone who can embrace our differences!” you cheer, looking directly at the camera. “How was that?” you turn to the production staff, lowering your voice to its normal register. 

“Hmm one more time, more excited,” the staff member waves his arms over his head. Ugh. Exactly how much more excited can you act?

Did you really want to do this? Not really, your agency convinced you. As a foreigner, you didn’t have many options, a struggling actor working in Korea’s film industry put you in a very specific box, and in order to get out of that box, you needed to make a name for yourself. Show them the real you. At least, that’s what your manager kept telling you, convincing you to take part in this dating show. It was the hottest thing on Korean TV at the moment, and you were very much single and alone, so you thought, why not kill two birds with one stone?

You repeat the script they provided for you, animated and cheerful and so not your actual personality. “How about we try something a bit different? Answer my questions.”

“Okay.”

“Why did you come here?”

‘To make my manager happy,’ is what you really wanted to say. “It’s hard to date as a foreigner. I’m getting older,” you shift, worried how the camera is picking up your expressions, can they see your laugh lines, your blemishes? “If I can find love with someone who also works in this industry, I think, I’d like that.” you nod, smiling.

“What is your type?”

“Hmm someone funny, smart, knows how to cook. If they were an actor too or maybe even an artist. Well anyone, BUT an idol!” you laugh.

“You would prefer not to date an idol? That’s something we don’t hear a lot on this show.”

“Well, I’ve been in relationships where we’ve had to hide our status. It was...horrible. I hate it. I’m old enough to realize, I don’t want a partner who is ashamed to be seen in public with me. I want to go on a date on the Han river and not have to worry about hiding my relationship. I want to be shown off. Idols have dating bans and there's so much stigma, that once we leave this show I would be afraid they’d want to continue our relationship in private. I don’t want that. I have pride, you know? I want to be happily shown off, not hidden away.”

“Ahh, I understand. Would you give an idol a chance?”

“I don’t know.” you grimace. “Why, are there lots of idols this season?” you laugh, joking, but the uneasiness from the staff makes you worried, chest tightening at the idea.

“I am here to show my real self to the Korean audience. I’m taking this seriously. I want to find love.”

The producer sees your sincerity and nods to the cameraman. He’s been in the industry a long time and knows these shows are stepping stones for actors and musicians to further their careers. Professionals want to look like perfect boyfriends and girlfriends to build a stronger fanbase, so your sincerity is a nice change. Good, because he plans to make this season one of a kind!

“You probably won’t like our new host this season, then!” 

“Why do you say that?”

“Our new host is Kim Seokjin from BTS.”

“K-Kim Seokj-jin?” 

“From BTS.”

“From BTS.”

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So, I need contestants that are not BTS members (I'm not saying that they won't show up >_>). I am still on the fence on whether I want to use other idols or OCs. They can also be modeled after your fav Korean singer/actor/idol. I know old school idols, but not that many new ones. So, any and all suggestions will be welcomed and appreciated <3. I've never done a collab before so here is me shooting my shot at all the bts authors out there :'D <333

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[sun-flower-children]

New Stuff Coming Soon

I have been on a hiatus for quite a while and I have a few WIP’s and I thought why not finish them and post them on here?! 

There are two things coming out for sure:

Yoongi x Male Reader 

and a 

Taehyung x Male Reader ( supernatural au ) 

I will be posting teasers for both of these and I will also be working on the other WIP’s that are around the 50% mark. 

More updates soon to come!

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[wonderingarmy]

Prince Kim Seokjin

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I have been really productive for two days, so here’s another part on Prince Kim Seokjin to all Jin bias like me. Hope you guys like it. Please look forward to part threes, they’re going to be under Princes POV. Thank you

A week had passed and Milo didn’t came back to your house or spread the video that he keeps telling you he’s going to leak if you leave him. So far, you don’t hear any news that he killed himself, which you hope he doesn’t ever do. The last thing you want to happen is for him to do that. You hate him, and he caused too much damaged to you mentally and physically, but you just don’t wish that to anyone.

You also haven’t heard anything from Jin because you chose to turn off your phone. You stayed at your parents place for awhile. Your mom said he tried to contact you but you just don’t want him to see you in that state. You just had your mom tell him that you’re busy with something and will reach him as soon as you get the chance. Yet, it never happened. You hate it when he worries about you because he drops everything he’s doing and come to you. You know he got so much on his plate too, especially now that BTS is selling out stadiums worldwide, you just can’t risk him having to stress out about you.

Weeks have passed and still nothing major had happened. While your on hiatus, you tried to heal physically and mentally, with the help of your family and some close friends. You’re friends were disappointed when they found out what happened but all they can do is be there for you and not judge you for all the poor choices you made. You did make some good friends and that’s all you needed in life.

You busied yourself with finishing all the projects that had a deadline. Going to a quiet place and taking beautiful pictures. You stayed at home and and painted, each painting represents how you’re still in a dark tunnel and still trying to get out. You also went to one of BTS concerts wearing a mask and a baseball cap, hoping no one would notice you.

Meanwhile, Jin already lost hope that you’ll ever contact him again. He hasn’t heard anything about you in the media considering that you’re a famous international model. He wished he could see you again. The more he doesn’t hear from you, the more he worries.

“Ah Jin hyung. Maybe she’s going through something” Jimin mentioned one time he seen that his brother is just sitting in the corner and just being quiet

“I know she doesn’t like me or I don’t really have a chance to being with her but I wish she tells me what’s going on. I mean, we’re friends. Like if I did something wrong so I know what to do.” Jin replied.

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupted, “She’ll come when she’s ready. I am pretty sure she can explain what’s going on. Just try to be patient.”

“I think I am tired of waiting. It’s never going to happen. Plus we all know she is secretly dating that oh-I-look-too-good-on-everything model” he said and left the two maknaes, both looking at each other and shaking their head.

It’s been over a month and Jin lost his hope and tried to forget about you. He tried to get himself busy as well with tour and promoting their new album. It’s when you really started to miss Jin that you told yourself that you have to tell him what you feel about him before it’s too late.

You decided to go to a fanmeeting that will be happening in four days. You prepared yourself and told yourself not worry if he likes someone else as long as he knows about what you feel.

The day of the fanmeeting came and you wore a mask and a baseball cap so no one can recognize you at the fanmeeting. Jungkook recognized you as soon as you reached the panel.

“Noona!” he said surprised, “i didn’t think you’d want my signature for this photobook you made for us”

You smiled at him and said, “Let’s just say I am a big fan!”

“I missed you Noona, and you did really great in making the photobook”, he said while signing your copy.

Not long you were moved to the next member who is Hoseok, then Jimin, and Taehyung. Everyone recognized you and was so happy to see you. Then it was Jin, he recognized you as well, he recognized you the moment you reached the panel. You handed him your photobook, without saying anything and you gave him a small box wrapped in a floral wrapping paper.

“What is this?” he asked holding the box

“Please open it when you get a chance. I missed you Jinnie. Let’s talk soon?” you asked but he didn’t say anything. You smiled at him but you never got any reaction back. Not even a smile. Your time is up with him and you hurried to the next member, which is Yoongi, then Namjoon.

After Namjoon signed your photobook, you said goodbye to him and went back to your seat. You looked at Jin being busy talking to fans and signing their photo books.

After the fansign event, you left and went straight to the parking lot. Hoping that Jin is not mad at you or anything. He didn’t even looked happy to see you.

You were walking towards your car when you started to feel uneasy. You feel like someone is following you. You looked around but there are so many people that are walking down the parking lot. For some reasons, you feel like someone is watching you, and despite the fans walking with you to get to their cars, you don’t feel safe.

***

After the fansign event, BTS went back to their dorm to rest. They’re going to have another guesting the following day, so they were advised to rest for the rest of the day and sleep good. While the other members are doing a live broadcast, watching a movie and having conversations, Jin decided to go to his room and play video game.

“Jin-hyung, we’re going to order some food delivery, do you want anything?” Jimin asked while opening Jin’s door to his room.

“I’ll have whatever you’re getting. Thanks” he replied, busy with his game.

When Jimin left, Jin remembered the box that you gave him at the event. He paused his game and went outside to asked the members that were in the living room where they put the box full of gifts from the fans.

“I think it’s still in the truck.”, answered Taehyung. “One of the staff is going to bring it inside later”

“Do you need something from there?” it was Hoseok

“Yes. Do you think it’s unlock?” Jin asked.

“It should be hyung.” replied Namjoon.

Jin went outside and went through the boxes in the truck. When he found the box with his name on it. He searched for the small box that you gave him. It wasn't long until he find it. He went back inside, passed the other members, and straight to his room.

He opened the small box and found a pink USB inside.

He had to turn off his game to see what is in the USB.

“She should have just wrote a note or something.” he muttered to himself.

As soon as the USB is in, he opened the only file that was there and it was a video. When he played it, he couldn’t help but smile.

The video was a compilation of your first dates. The stolen videos and pictures that you took of him. The beautiful moments of him that you captured from their concerts you’ve secretly been too. At the end of the video, you put a message that says,

“I have fallen in love with you Jin. I fall in love with you everyday. I have a lot of explaining to do to you. You say you like someone else, but I want to let you know how I feel. I am not forcing you to be with me like how you didn’t force me to be with you. But, I wish you did force me to be with you. I wish I could spend another lifetime with you.”

After the video, Jin didn’t know what to say. He loves you too and he never stopped loving you though he lost all his hopes on being with you. He was about to text you when Jungkook came barging in to his room.

“Jin-hyung, watch the news right now!” he exclaimed

“What happened?” Jin asked, curious why all of a sudden he looks like he’s freaking out.

“It’s Y/N! Something happened to her!”, he replied, still not sure how to calm himself down.

Jin ran to the living room and saw the news. The rest of the members are just as shocked as you are. You were rushed to the E.R. unconscious due to head injury. Milo is wanted and police are searching for him.

“The bruises..” Jin whispered to himself. “That explains the bruises”

“Jin-hyung, what are you talking about?”, Yoongi asked

“Y/N didn’t have a bleeding disorder. I should have known. I have to go see her, Yo--”

Just then the manager of BTS came rushing inside.

“Jin…” he said, just like the members, he still can’t believe what he has seen in the news.

“I have to see her hyung” Jin begged.

“Jin, you will see her.” he replied, tapping Jin’s shoulders. “Just not right now. The media and the police investigating is hot right now and we don’t want you getting involve. I am sorry but I hope you understand.”

“But, I need to see her right now!” Jin is starting to raise his voice and Namjoon had to hold him to calm him down.

“Jin-hyung we know what you’re feeling right now, but we need to listen to hyung. He knows what’s best for us” Namjoon said.

“You guys don’t understand. I need to see her or I am going to lose my m---”

Jimin interrupted Jin to hand him his phone. “It’s your Eomma”

Jin took a moment to calm down and grab Jimin’s phone from his hand.

“Jin,” his mom said, Jin can tell that she is trying her best to calm herself down. “I know you’ve heard the news and I know that you are worried sick, you probably want to go to the hospital right now and see her.”

“Eomma, I need to see her.” Jin replied

“I know. I know you want to see her. But, right now is not the right time. I hope you understand. Your dad already sent one his staff to the hospital and he will keep updating us on what’s going on. Jin, I know you’re worried. But, just try to calm yourself down and you’ll see her, hopefully after tonight.”

When it comes to his mom, Jin always listens. He tried to calm himself down yet tears are starting to fall down his cheeks. Jimin and Taehyung gave him a hug. Hoseok is comforting Jungkook, who is also crying, because he loves his noona and he is worried as well. Yoongi and Namjoon talked to their manager privately about what they’re going to do next.

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[fanaticdomainn]

I should be asleep

But fanfics are too tempting

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[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

I Just Own the Café

I just own the café by That Nerd Who Writes Fanficton

A summary? In this economy? Ha!

But really, Izuku opens a café and accidentally becomes the unofficial ruler of the underground but no one knows it's him. The heroes are worried that there's a new villain who somehow managed to control the underground while Izuku just wants to help people.

I'm really bad at summaries but I promise it's good.

Words: 1048, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Eri

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Everyone, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Midoriya Izuku, Akaguro Chizome | Stain & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku & Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner & Midoriya Izuku, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice & Midoriya Izuku, League of Villains & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Pro Heroes, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Tsukauchi Naomasa, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Midoriya Izuku, Eri & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Genius Midoriya Izuku, Quirk Analysis, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Fluff, Dabi is a Todoroki, Chaotic Midoriya Izuku, Oblivious Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, League of Villains as Family, Midoriya Izuku Adopts Everyone, Midoriya Izuku Adopts Eri, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko is a Good Friend, Toga Himiko Needs a Hug, Protective League of Villains, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Tsukauchi Naomasa is So Done, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, How Do I Tag, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, I'm Bad At Tagging, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Little Shit, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Good Friend, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33606412

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[babybluetae]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: they make fun of him, hecking gay, orginal work to fanficton, My First Work in This Fandom, vkook, yoonmin, Bullying, Gay Bashing, Intolerance, Stereotypes, College, radio talk show, Tae is from Daegu, Almost everyone is from Busan, this is just for fun, Jikook friends, Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:

I'll put something in here later I'm just being lazy

Howdy y’all I did a thing (or have been doing a thing) and maybe some of you might be interested? You really don’t have to pay attention to this but idk read if you want to???? If you like it let me know and leave some comments also after this is finished I’ll be posting some other fics as well <3

#bts fanfiction #vkook

[ecofinisher]

Abominable 2.0 - Chap 19

Chapter   19

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22006036/chapters/54416830

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13463708/19/Abominable-2-The-Fanfic-Sequel

https://www.wattpad.com/840278476-abominable-2-0-chapter-19

Dave and Peng sat on the next flight to Kathmandu beside each other looking at the screen in front of their seat at the current Infos of their flight.

“And now 3 hours and 49 minutes to go” Peng mentioned as the screen showed the current location of the plane and the distance.

“You’re not watching anything?” Dave asked the boy,

“There are so many movies and shows I want to watch, but I can’t decide” Peng explained sliding down the list.

“What if you pick the first one in line, afterward you pick the second one and so on?”

“That’s kind of not fair. I would just pick the ones starting with A”

“Okay…...what about you close your eyes and you randomly pick out a movie’” Dave suggested, then Peng nodded at the idea and closed his eyes moving his hand over the screen, afterward he tapped on a image with a blue-skinned man in a black tight suit. Peng opened his eyes and smiled.

“Oh I choose a good one,” Peng said watching the intro of the company appear on the screen, then Dave gazed at the screen to see a baby with a blue skin complexion.

“I think I’ve seen this on cinema when I was 16” Dave mentioned. “Was really entertaining” “I agree,” Peng said then stopped the movie and opened his seatbelt. “I need to go to the toilet. I’ll be right back” The child told Dave, which nodded, therefore, the boy walked the corridor of the A340 back queueing behind two women, that were waiting for the restrooms to get free.

  Yi and Jin sat in the coach with the destination Kathmandu both watching a movie, that aired during the ride.

“Oh no, not him” Jin complained covering his ears as the credits of the movie came with a pop song on it.

“What a drama Jin. When was the last time you heard him singing?” Yi asked the boy, which rolled his eyes bothered with the question.

“I don’t know it, but it was better for me without it,” Jin confessed picking a water bottle, that stood in front of his feet to take a sip.

“I haven’t noticed you going to the toilet for the whole ride. How can you hold it that long when you have almost drunk the whole bottle all by yourself?”

“Last time it was about 8 or 9 hours ago when I went to the toilet. You were sleeping”

“Alright, was just wondering”

“We guys have a little larger bladders, as the women as we don’t have inside us the uterus,”

“Right, I’m aware of that” Yi stated, then the bus driver picked up his talkie turning it on to announce to the passengers' news.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re going to pull out at the next camping place out for a 30-minute break. Be aware, that our ride starts punctually at 18:50 again to be here or inside the coach at that time. The Toilets and the coffee machine can still be used during the break and outside on the camping lot contains a few toilets too, in case of longer waiting time”

“The toilet is free at the moment, I’ll be going” Yi mentioned earning a nod from Jin, which watched Yi walk across the corridor of the bus and disappearing at the stairs, which head to the exit. Out the window he watched a family share a table where they were eating dinner. Jin got up from his seat and took out from the overhead bin the shopping bag, which had the covers rolled up together in it and a few boxes with eatables in it.

Jin placed the bag over his shoulder crossing the corridor to the stairs, where Yi had passed before to go to the toilet and Jin stopped on the front of the entrance on the counter, where the coffee machine of the bus stood and several paper cups in different sizes. Jin picked two large cups and placed them inside the bag, then waited for the coach to stop.

Yi came out of the toilet, then encountered Jin waiting with the bag at the exit.

“Are we stopping?” Yi asked watching out of the window at the of the door at the bus turning into a free parking spot for larger vehicles.

“I don’t know, but are cereals enough for us as dinner?” Jin asked seeing Yi shrug her shoulders.

“For the rest of the trip, it should be enough. I think we’ve only got about 14 hours more or less until we’re in Kathmandu” Yi answered. “In Kathmandu, we can see, if we eat at least something warm and healthy,”

“You know what I miss?” Jin questioned the girl. “Your grandmother’s pork buns”

“You’re not the only one Jin” Yi mentioned, then the door unlocked itself and opened up, then the two friends left the coach followed by a few other passengers.

The two stopped on the grass, then Jin took out the cotton cover placing it on the floor like for a picnic.

“We better leave the table for others, which came with their family” Jin mentioned taking a seat on the cover along with Yi, then she took out the two cups he took from the coffee corner before.

“Well cornflakes would be more enjoyable to eat if we had milk, but the bus only has capsules of cream” Jin mentioned taking out two cornflakes boxes. “What do you prefer? Wheat semolina? Honey or there’s a chocolate one inside the bag”

“I’m good with honey” Yi answered, then Jin stored the wheat-flavored cereals back and opened the cornflakes package with the honey flavor up, then emptied a little on the large coffee cup, then for himself too. Afterward, the two picked up their cup and smacked with it against the other and Yi picked out a few cornflakes to eat while Jin placed the cup to his mouth to drop a few flakes into his mouth to chew them. Yi chuckled amused by the boy, continuing eating from the cup.

“Do you think we will make it in time to see Mr. Burnish’s ashes being scattered off the mountain?” Yi asked the friend, who swallowed down his food.

“We’re definitely going to make it. The other day Miss Burnish had mentioned, that Peng and Dave were in Hotan and we’ve been there about a day later. We could eventually even catch them before they head to the Himalayas,”

“That be good”

“Yeah it would” Jin agreed, then he thought about his cousin, then gazed at Yi, which had dropped into her mouth a few more cereals. “Do you think Peng will be angry if he sees me or happy?” Jin asked as Yi looked at him as he was questioning her. “Like I have been a little too strict towards this situation with Mr. Burnish’s last will and us all going to the Himalayas to scatter his ashes.

“I know you were worried since us three alone could lead us to trouble and I know Peng won’t simply hate you for the rest of his life, because of your brotherly instinct towards him”

“Now after this trip, we got at least to know a few more places and people ….Well we didn’t quite enjoy anything at all, cause we spent the major time traveling inside public transportation and us overnight at the hotel,”

“When we’re together with Peng and Dave we might have more time to have better look at those places again. They’re not as astonishing as the ones my dad had collected postcards from but still amusing to know about them,”

“Have you thought about passing by these places again?” Jin asked emptying the whole cup in his mouth. “Like with….your family?” Mumbled the boy.

“Yeah, we only managed to get to see the Leshan Buddha last summer. Nai Nai and my mom were really amazed by the statue and….we couldn’t help but share a tragic moment there together thinking how it would have been if my father was here” Yi mentioned having a tear running down her face. Jin noticed it, then sat closer to her placing his arm behind her back to comfort her.

“He would have loved it Yi” Jin implied. “I even believe he was up there watching over you seeing how much you three had grown closer together and the same with me, Peng and you”

“I know he’s up there watching down at us right now, seeing how our journey is going”

“Yeah” Jin agreed, then widened his eyes as Yi had leaned her head under his neck while looking up at the sky, which was slowly getting darker.

Near the departure time, Yi stood beside the bag drinking from her water bottle observing almost all passengers, that were from the same coach as Jin and Yi returning into the vehicle, then Yi looked at a small cottage signaled with restroom signs at the door. Yi walked towards the lodge to look around for Jin.

“Jin?” Yi called approaching the first closed toilet door, then she knocked on it, waiting for an answer then she opened it to see the room was empty, all she could see was a squat toilet. “Jin, are you alright?” Yi asked knocking on the second door opening it up to catch another empty cabin. Yi sighed and moved to the next cabin, then opened the door hitting with it on something, then she rolled her eyes down in shock to see Jin lying on the ground and the door had touched him on the back.

“Jin!” Yi cried trying to squeeze through the gap of the door, then noticed down at Jin’s feet the floor next to the toilet was wet and it had Jin’s shoe trail tagged on it and the left trail was smudged alluding that the raven-haired boy had slipped on the floor and hit his head somewhere. Yi crouched next to Jin lifting him up leaning him against the door, then slapped him gently on the face trying to wake him up. “Jin please wake up” Yi begged slowly managing to bring Jin out of the swoon. “Jin, can you hear me?” The girl asked seeing Jin open his eyes slowly to see Yi in front of him.

“Wha…..what am I doing here?” Jin asked passing his hand behind his head, followed by a groan. “Ouch, where did I hit my head?”

“I think the footprints there tell you, you slipped and hit your head on the lavatory or the wall” Yi explained showing Jin the prints on the floor.

“I should have peed in the coach or at the outside like anyone else” Jin complained, then Yi widened her eye in shock.

“The bus! We’re gonna miss it” Yi exclaimed, then got up and held her hand out at Jin to help him up slowly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m good, let’s go” Jin continued leaving the toilet along with the girl, then they saw their coach disappearing continuing their trip without them. “Wait! We’re here!” Jin shouted running on the side road, but it wasn’t worth it cause the coach was too far for them to reach it. “Damn it!”

“Oh great, how are we now going to reach Kathmandu without a bus?”

“If I knew I would hit my head back in the restroom and make us lose the coach, I would have waited in it instead until the toilet there was free” The raven-haired boy complained.

“Just forget about it Jin, it happened. I just came along to see, if you were feeling alright or not and good I did come”

“What are we going to do now?” Jin asked the girl. “I don’t know how high the chance is for another coach or anything else here to stop”

“It’s almost night, I don’t know, what’s a better idea, wait here until other people arrive or we keep going and hope to get picked up by people” Yi mentioned watching Jin use his smartphone to find out, where the two were located at the moment.

“Here is a national park, but…..that’s in India. That’s not the way we have to take”

“Jin, do you remember at the begin of the trip it showed us, that we were going on the 219 to Nepal and we would cross Bhutan before we arrive in Kathmandu”

“Yeah, that’s the only road we have to take to get down to Nepal. I can’t clearly tell to 100%, that this is the only road on the map thought”

“This sounds crazy, but if the road really is only that road we have seen on the coach and on your phone. We could walk along the road as far as we can and take a break on the hills before we continue?” Yi told the boy, which wasn’t really liking the idea. “We would be save from any harm...or not?”

“I feel unsure about that idea with spending a bit of the night on the hills. There could be mountain lions around here and we could be attacked”

“Jin you’re silly. There are no mountain lions in China,” Yi assured the boy. “But I think it’s better for us if we stay here waiting for the next day and we go on in the early morning”

“Or we still can go both together and one of us sleeps first for one or two hours, then we change and after that, we keep moving on” Jin suggested. “In case of something, one of us wakes the other up and we try to deal with that situation”

“Okay, and why do you suddenly agree with it now?” Yi asked curiously.

“There’s no danger as you’ve told me now,” Jin answered. “And I believe not everyone would stop right at this camping place, maybe somewhere else in the front….or when we’re out there and watch a car on the road we can also ask them for a ride”

“Okay, I believe we will have a chance at some point to find a ride” Yi added. “I mean who would let two people deal with their problem in the middle of nowhere?” Yi asked earning a nod from Jin.

#ecofinisher #ecofinisherfanfics #wattpad #ao3 #archieve of our own #fanfic #fanficton #updated #update #fic update #fanfic update #Abominable #Abominável #abominable jin #abominable yi #abominable peng

[btsfanficprinces-blog]

red blood rose (Bts Jungkook Fanfic) (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/jJbfnmfDLB i look back to the room i came from, he still hasn't come back. slowly i walk to the rose. the closer i come to the rose the sweeter it smells. like the cotton candy machine at the fair, the closer you get to them the sweeter the cotton candy will smell and the more you want to have it. carefully i sag down, sitting on both of my knee and stretch out my hand to touch it. the rose has taken over my mind, the only think i can think of is the rose. i almost am touching it as a hand pulls me up from where i was sitting. 'did i say to you to look around and go outside'. the eyes i look in stare angry at me. fear takes over my body and i don't know what to do anymore. 'i- i-i'

#bts #fanficton #fantasy #j-hope #jimin #jin #jungkook #mature #rapmonster #suga #teahyung #vampier #books #wattpad #amwriting

[fanaticdomainn]

Altercation

Yoonmin fanfic. Art credited to @tosh--tosh. Please check out her account, her work is beautiful!

Yoonmin are fighting. Their friends are picking sides. Their professors are noticing. And all Jimin wants? Yoongi.

College au, slight angst, fluff at the end, mentioned homophobia

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s easier this way. To pretend they’re not arguing, that he’s not angry and sad and betrayed all rolled into one.

Ignoring Yoongi by partying hadn’t worked, after all it was his best friend that was throwing the party. Of course he attended. Ignoring him by ignoring the world as a whole hadn’t worked either. Jimin stopped doing homework, stopped attending classes, stopped meeting up with Taehyung for lunch, and that had just resulted in him rethinking every aspect of their argument constantly.

So Jimin ended up doing this, throwing himself completely into his studies.

Sure, his solution is boring. And yes, it isn’t that successful. But at least this way he doesn’t have to be around people who’re all giving him pitying looks and walking on eggshells around him. Plus, he’s taken away the decisions his friends would have to make about which half of the couple they wanted to spend time with.

Taehyung, being the one with the least amount of connection to Yoongi, hadn’t been happy with this solution, but the others had yet to complain. Hoseok and Namjoon work with Yoongi, so they would’ve taken his side anyway. Which means Jin was dragged onto their side as Namjoon’s boyfriend. Knowing Jungkook he’s probably fawning over Yoongi as well.

So Taehyung is the only one who talks to Jimin, the only one who comes into his drom to air it out and force him to take a break from studying for food. Sure, sometimes Jin or Jungkook tag along, but it’s obvious they’re uncomfortable with the situation.

Likelihood is, they don’t even know what the fight’s about. Jimin hadn’t told them and knowing Yoongi’s terrible track record of communication, he probably hadn’t either.

To be completely fair to the elder, this fight technically is Jimin’s fault. To be completely fair to Jimin, Yoongi should’ve just sucked it up and stopped pushing the boy. To be completely fair to their friends, it doesn’t matter whose fault it is. The couple not talking to each other has made life harder for everyone involved.

Even professors have stopped Jimin before he left class, asking if he’d like to talk to a professional about personal matters.

But Jimin doesn’t care about any of that. He doesn’t care what his coping mechanism is, who their friends choose, what people say, or even whose fault it is. Jimin just cares that he’s not talking to Yoongi anymore, and it hurts.

Because of this stupid fight he’s not getting his daily selcas that Yoongi had promised him when he’d asked the younger out. He’s not having those 3am calls they used to indulge in while Yoongi had to work late, or those cuddle sessions he’d convinced the elder to join him in when Jimin finally dragged him out of the studio. He’s not poking fun at Yoongi’s Kumamon obsession whenever the elder brings up the crappy jellyfish light Jimin bought in middle school and still refused to throw away.

Because of this fight he doesn’t have Yoongi. And not even constant studying can distract him from that.

But it seems like the elder is having the same struggles, because somehow he’s on Jimin’s doorstep right now, begging to be let in.

Jimin takes in the elders appearance. He’s dyed his hair a new color but aside from that everything looks the same. Yoongi watches him with tired eyes, as evidenced by the huge bags under them, his clothes the same dark color he claims match his soul. In his hand is takeout from the same crappy restaurant they keep going to despite always complaining about it.

Jimin wants to feel angry. He wants to kick Yoongi out for just traipsing in here as if nothing had happened. Except he really doesn’t want that. Jimin just wants Yoongi. That’s all he’s ever wanted.

So instead of saying anything he just opens the door.They eat in silence. And after they finish they just sit there for a little while in their usual spots, taking in each others presence without a word shared between the two of them.

Until Yoongi speaks up. “I’m sorry,” His voice is rough and low, “I should’ve let it go.”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees, his hand dropping down to slap Yoongi playfully for the amused huff the elder let out. “I’m not done yet. Yeah, you should’ve dropped it. But I should’ve told my parents by now. I mean. We’ve been dating a year- and I’ve been gay way longer than that!”

Yoongi’s head leans back against his mattress. “I don’t blame you. Coming out is scary- especially to your parents. And paying college debt on your own? That’s even scarier.”

Jimin snorts. “If that happened, I’d just drop out all together and become some sort of internet sensation hobo that poses behind celebrities-”

“-That’s awfully specific-”

“-Point is. I need to get the hell out of the closet. I’m outgrowing it.”

Yoongi sits up and watches the younger closely. “You’re being serious.” He says, and Jimin knows it’s a statement, not a question.

“Yeah,” He bites his lip. “I’m just- I’m scared. I’m so scared. What if they hate me?” His hands clench the fabric of his duvet.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Yoongi pries his hand off the blanket and holds it tightly as he leans their foreheads together. “I’ll be there for you. If you want me to, I’ll be there for you.”

Jimin stares intently into the elders coffee eyes and nods intently. “Of course I want you there. I always want you.”

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: they make fun of him, hecking gay, orginal work to fanficton, My First Work in This Fandom, vkook, yoonmin, Bullying, Gay Bashing, Intolerance, Stereotypes, College, radio talk show, Tae is from Daegu, Almost everyone is from Busan, this is just for fun, Jikook friends, Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:

I'll put something in here later I'm just being lazy

Last update for this wasn’t too good but I know where I want the story to go and honestly I’m already super proud for getting this far. This is my main focus currently so I’d appreciate if you guys could check it out and give me some feedback on it thank!!!!!

#taekook #bts #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #fanfic