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caiuscassiuss · 3 years

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oppa! | ot7 (prologue)

Description: Being raised by a caring yet distant father, a close, tight-knit family is the one thing you have craved in your short life. After your adventurer father remarries a rich woman, you’re stuck with seven new brothers. Seven very hot, very different men.

This is not what you meant by family.

(Based on the anime and game Brother’s Conflict, but with a twist.)

Prologue

Genre: Fluff | romance | later angst and smut. PG

WC: 2k

Warnings: For this chapter, none other than cursing.

(After some readers wanted me to post Oppa! on Tumblr, I have delivered! I really hope y’all like this haha)

[ The prologue delivers hints on who each brother will be. These hints will be bolded. Some will be very apparent, some will not. ]

Rubbing your head, your eyes glazed over the notes you took from yesterday’s lecture in preparation for today. Were you on drugs when you wrote these? It looked like chicken scratch. Was that drool in the corner?

Your ears perked up at the strains of loud music coming out of your friend’s Airpods. Hyerim, your closest friend at University, seemed oblivious as she bopped her head to the hard beat. Several classmates around the lecture hall noticed too, yet weren’t as accommodating as you and sent judgemental looks towards Hyerim.

“Hyerim,” you whispered, aware that class was starting in a few minutes. She didn’t respond, still nodding along to the music.

Pursing your lips, you plucked the small pod out of her ear. “Hyerim, your music—”

She gasped, eyes lighting up in excitement. “You liked it? Okay, so I was listening to this random rapper on SoundCloud—”

“Your music's too loud —” you hissed.

“—but the real feature is the producer, who made this beat. His name is Yoongi—” Hyerim continued on obviously, caught up in her own world.

“—that’s lovely, but can you turn your music down—” you pestered, looking around worriedly.

“—but his producer name is Gloss and he’s so talented and hot and his voice —”

Seeing the majority of the seats in the hall being filled up, you clamped your palm over her lips. She let out a whimper, finely shaped brows frowning at you.

“Have you not noticed the five separate glares you are currently getting at this moment?” you said between gritted teeth, enunciating each constant hard. You stared down each person around you who was giving Hyerim looks and, embarrassed, they averted their eyes and busied themselves with something.

“Oh wait, what?” Hyerim exclaimed. Closing a fist over her AirPod, the music continued and her eyes widened as she realized how high she had turned up the volume.

Hyerim turned to the person on her other side. “I am so sorry,” she said apologetically, the random student smiling awkwardly in acceptance.

Rolling your eyes with an unbidden smile poking at the edge of your lips, you turned back to the disaster of your notes. How were you supposed to understand this lecture when you barely wrapped your head around the last one? However, you honed in on your Calculus woes to ignore how your phone burned in your pocket and the latest text you got from your father...

So focused on your lamentation, you didn’t notice the boy behind you clear his throat. Nor did you notice the second or third time he did, each one getting progressively louder. As you attempted to retrace the argument on your paper, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

Whipping your head around, you craned your neck upwards to see where the tap had come from. To your surprise, you saw a very cute-looking boy, bangs pulled into a top knot, smiling apologetically at you from behind you.

“Hi! Yeah, do you need anything?” you smiled.

A blush rose on his chiseled cheekbones and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m super sorry to bother you about this, but I dropped my charger right next to your chair. I- uh, would you mind—?”

“Of course! No worries, it happens,” you comforted, bending down to get the coiled white wire from where your bag sat. “Here you go.”

He got up from his seat to hunch over the lecture hall desk to meet you in the middle. You eyed the large difference between each of your hands’ as you handed back the charger, as well as how huge his shoulders seemed up close.

“T-Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” you replied, turning around to open your laptop.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hyerim’s mouth partially open in disbelief.

“You need something?” you prodded.

“I—” she took a glance at the boy behind you, as if confirming something— “I’ll tell you later.”

Shrugging, you zeroed in at the lecturer at the front of the hall.

“Alright, so what was that about?”

Your Calculus lecture had just ended, and the two of you were in the mob of students leaving the lecture halls to get to lunch.

Hyerim looked surreptitiously around, black bangs swishing around her face. She leaned in like she was about to share the juiciest piece of gossip, and you unconsciously did so too.

“Did you know who that is?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

You felt your forehead crease and you gave her a look. “No, I did not.”

“Really?!” Hyerim pitched her voice high in disbelief.

You gave her a dry look.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Sometimes, I swear you’re in your own world, Y/N.”

Incredulous, you opened your mouth to argue but she waved a hand in front of you.

“That was Jeon Jungkook, Y/N! How do you not know him?”

“Oh yeah,” you snapped your fingers. “He’s that Streamer dude, right? He games and shit.”

Hyerim nodded slowly.

However, you frowned. “I heard he was intimidating and cold and stuff. Are you sure that was him? Charger boy was super nice.”

“That’s the point! It was Jung Jungkook and I have never seen him acting this soft. What did you do, ma’am? Snap him? Flash him?”

“Who do you think I am?” you sputtered. “All I was doing was thinking about how much I hated Calculus, not— not seducing someone!”

Your friend gave you a suspicious look, but decided to let go of the topic. Shaking your head, you walked past the gates of Yonsei university and into the city proper on the lookout for your favorite food place. The beeping of horns, buzzing chatter, and the small of smog filled the air as you zig-zagged between side streets to avoid busy roads.

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you pushed your way through a mob of women all entranced by something above you. Since they were not moving, you huffed and decided to see what was worth all the hype.

It was a huge, flashing LED billboard that was the central focus of the square. On it, a very sensuous looking man with blond hair and a velvet, tight-fitting suit doing some very slick moves in a dark concert hall.

Happy Birthday Jimin! It read in bright white font.

“Wah, oppa is so handsome!” a woman, who must’ve been 5 years older than the man on the screen squealed behind her white medical mask. “I’m so glad our ad turned out well.”

Her friends agreed and ooh and aahed along with her. You turned around to see if Hyerim was following you but she stood, entranced, with the mob of women on the sidewalk.

“You can thirst over him later, preferably when I am well fed,” you snapped irritably, pulling at the pink flowy material of her blouse.

She pouted but acquiesced, taking your hand as you dragged her though the intersection. All you were focused on were some good dumplings, after the mental aerobotics Calculus had forced on you and the emotional stress your father was putting you through. As you turned the corner, you breathed a sigh of relief as you saw no line.

Nestled between a large office building and a parking deck, this tiny Japanese restaurant was a favorite among Uni students for its cheap prices and good food. You usually had to arrive here early to beat the line of students and office workers that gathered here for their dinner breaks.

The cute sign that said Umaido flashed brightly above your head as you entered the restaurant. To the side of the main sigh, a smaller print reading “by the RM Group” glowed, subdued.

Waving over a pimply teen, you ordered two servings of gyoza and waited for Hyerim. She ordered a very conservative meal of sushi and some salad, and you both watched the waiter retreat. Something glossy caught the attention of your eye, and you saw some magazines on the shelf next to your head. The main one in the middle, which looked like a new age artsy publication with a cult following, was simply titled with a white V at the bottom corner.

Like a robot that was powered off, you collapsed in your seat and put your head in your hands. You really did not want to look at your phone.

“Was Calculus really that bad?” Hyerim winced in sympathy, neatly patting your head.

“It isn’t Calc,” you mumbled. “It’s Dad.”

Her expression turned down even more. “What happened?”

Lifting your head from your arms, you propped your chin on your palm and looked out the window. “You know, you’d expect for someone to give you important news in person or at least over a phone call, right?”

“Yeah?” Hyerim asked, lips pursed in confusion.

“Like, if you got remarried or something , you would at least tell your loved ones in person or at least over the phone, right ?”

“... Shit, Y/N.”

Fumbling for your phone in your bag, you ignored the notifications and pulled up your latest conversation. “Look what he texted me this morning!”

Hyerim took your phone and scrolled through it with a manicured fingernail.

Dad : I wish I could call you, but I’m somewhere with limited service.

Dad : I just wanted to let you know I got remarried to this amazing woman, Kim Seoyeon, a few days ago. We met and just clicked, something I haven’t felt since your mom.

Dad : She has seven sons, all of them are grown up. I’m worried about you living on your own, so I’d like you to move in with them. Details coming soon. Love you.

Hyerim was speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My dad has gotten spontaneously remarried to some random woman and now wants me to move in with her sons. Like, geez, it’s not like life changing news was delivered to me in less than a hundred words!” you hissed, voice getting higher and tinged with a bit of hysteria.

“Your dad sucks,” Hyerim pronounced, taking a pointed sip of her iced water. “Seriously.”

“Hey, my dad is not that bad,” you defended. “It’s just… he’s a bit distant. Absent-minded. But he’s cared for me in the best way he could.”

“You and I have very different definitions of what constitutes good parenting, Y/N. This man left you largely on your own since you were five, and now he gets worried about you living on your own? Something's not right,” Hyerim retorted.

Ignoring her in favor of the food that arrived, you practically inhaled twelve of the fried gyoza. Rolling her eyes at your typical running-away behavior, she primly dipped a piece of sashimi in soy sauce and took a dainty bite.

“So? What’s the plan? Are you going to stage a rebellion and stay in your apartment, or go stay with some random men?”

Your response was cut off as cheers broke out from the corner of the restaurant, where a large group of men and women were huddled together.

“Cheers to our National win!” a man announced, his face already a bit flushed. “To Neuron!”

“To Neuron!” the group cheered loudly, and lifted up their shot glasses in celebration.

“To our leader, J-Hope!” the same man pronounced brightly, some sake sloshing over the tip of his cup.

“Hoseok!” the group whooped louder, more rounds going around.

As their cheers quieted down, you turned back to Hyerim. “I don’t know. I think I’ll decide when I meet them. They could either all be idiots or they could be chill. I really hope for the latter.”

“Good plan, good plan.”

An awkward silence permeated the booth since both of you were at a loss to say something.

“Onto lighter things, “ Hyerim forced out brightly, clapping her hands. “Let me tell you about my younger brother’s really hot doctor. His name is Dr. Kim and he’s tall and…”

As Hyerim continued to babble on about the tall, handsome pediatric doctor, you felt a buzz in your pocket.

Dad: Their address is 111 Hannam-dong, Yongsan-su

Dad: They’re ready for you.

Can you guess who each stepbrother is and what they do? Comment below!!

Arc 1: Stepbrother Introductions will be released on February 15th at 8pm ET. It’s about ~15k words of getting to know these boys. Please look out for it!

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gingwrites · 3 years

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And they were soulmates - taegi soulmate au

Soulmate au where once you meet your soulmate, you get sick if you’re too far away from your soulmate for too long. Soulmates Yoongi and Taehyung meet, but don’t realize it, and Yoongi, who is part of the group Bangtan, leave for a worldwide tour. The two start to feel sick, but don’t realize the cause. It’s then up to their friends to find out that they’re soulmates!

A/N: this was supposed to be a short one shot, but here we are 10k later. not sorry. I will also be posting this on ao3, so if you’d rather read it there, my ao3 is linked on my masterlist.

Yoongi sometimes wondered if fate hated him. He was 27 and still hadn’t found his soulmate. The one person who fate had created just for him. But then again, neither had the other two members of Bangtan, so he wasn’t exactly alone.

He didn’t know if being world famous was a curse or not. On one hand, he traveled the world and got to meet all kinds of people. People who could potentially be his soulmate. On the other hand, since Bangtan was so famous, he had trouble meeting new people that weren’t work-related or weren’t just after him for his fame and money.

When a person met their soulmate, it was said that they would feel unconditional love for the other person. And if that wasn’t enough proof for people, then if you were separated from your soulmate for a long period of time, both soulmates would get physically ill. Of course, the distance and time had to be great. Soulmates wouldn’t get sick by going to the store, or even a business trip.

Soulmate sickness, as it was so eloquently dubbed by scientists, wasn’t the same for everyone, but there was an estimate on distance and time for most people. For the most part, if soulmates didn’t see each other for around a month and were not within a couple hundred miles, soulmate sickness would set in. Soulmates would start to grow physically weak, their appetite would slowly vanish, they would be tired all the time. On top of that, they would usually have fevers, throw up, and sometimes be delirious.

If soulmates were sick for a long enough period, they would fall into a coma. If the soulmates couldn’t be reunited, they would die.

Luckily, soulmate sickness was pretty rare. Soulmates usually tested and knew their distance and time restrictions and didn’t travel outside their bounds. Soulmate sickness was usually caused by accident, or by unforeseen circumstances, like natural disasters.

Yoongi wondered if he would ever meet his soulmate. It would be hard enough since he was an idol and people would lie all the time, claiming to be his soulmate. The thought that maybe he didn’t even have a soulmate crossed his mind too many times for him to care for.

“Time to go, Yoongi!” Hoseok yelled from the door, forcing Yoongi to finally look up from his phone and pull his slumped form off the couch. “Fans are waiting! Let’s go, let’s go.”

“You have too much energy for this early in the morning,” Yoongi grumbled, though still following Hoseok’s direction’s and trailing behind the other rapper into the hallway where Namjoon and other staff members were waiting.

Bangtan was about to head to the stage for their latest fan meet. Yoongi loved fan meets. If it weren’t for their fans, Bangtan wouldn’t be where they were today, and they would never be able to give enough thanks to the small amount of fans they got to know during each fan meet.

“Are you ready to meet Bangtan?” a muffled voice came from the behind the door to the stage. A roar of cheers was heard, which brought a small smile to Yoongi’s face. “Well here they are! Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Jung Hoseok!”

A staff member then opened the door and the cheers became much more clearer and louder. The three members then made their way onto the stage, ready to meet some of their devoted fans.

“If you make me late, I will delete your Overwatch account,” Taehyung yelled up the stairs.

He then heard a squawk and running footsteps.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Jungkook cried, hand over his chest in disbelief.

“Try me.”

Jungkook huffed while slumping down the stairs. Taehyung swore he heard the other man huffing about how he was just about ready anyways.

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy! You want to see Bangtan just as much as I do!” Taehyung said on the way out of their shared apartment. “I know you’ve been dying to meet Namjoon. Don’t deny it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook muttered, heat rising to his cheeks. “Let’s just get this show on the road so you can go meet the man who you have a shrine in your bedroom to.”

This time, it was Taehyung who let out a squawk.

“Excuse you!” Taehyung argued. “It is not a shrine! I just happen to have a lot of posters and pictures of the love of my life, Min Yoongi.” Taehyung let out a love-struck sigh.

Jungkook smiled and just shook his head. His best friend really was a piece of work.

The two friends made their way to the bus, thrumming with excitement at the chance to finally meet their favorite idols.

Arriving at the theater 30 minutes later, Taehyung could barely contain his excitement. In a few short minutes, he’d be in the same building as Min Yoongi. And not long after that, the same room, and entirely not soon enough, they’d be face to face.

Ever since Taehyung had stumbled upon Bangan’s pre-debut Soundcloud, he’d been in love. He’d loved everything from the beat of their songs to the flow of their raps to the meaning behind the lyrics. And when he’d first heard the low, gravely voice of one Min Yoongi, Taehyung knew that that rapper would be his bias and nothing could change his mind.

Jungkook and Taehyung made their way in the small theater, along with all the other lucky fans who had tickets to the fan meet, and found their seats. The pair were in the back, which meant they’d have to wait longer to meet their idols, but it meant they got to watch them interacting with fans and the other members, which was always a sight to see. Taehyung loved watching videos of fan meets because the members of Bangtan always showed such love to their fans. And of course it helped that sometimes they acted like idiots while on stage, always bringing a smile to Taehyung’s face.

Taehyung’s leg was bouncing with excitement and nervousness. While waiting for the meet to start, Taehyung and Jungkook talked with each other and made small talk with the fans around them, leaning that one girl had been to every single fan meet that Bangtan had (which Taehyung thought was a bit excessive, but he guessed if that’s how she wanted to spend her money, that was on her).

The girl sitting on Jungkook’s side hadn’t been to a fan meet before like the two boys and was gushing about how she couldn’t wait to meet Namjoon.

The small room, now packed to the brim with fans, had slowly gotten louder as the clock ticked closer to the start of the event.

A screech from the microphone rang out across the room, causing Taehyung to flinch. The room got eerily silent.

“Are you ready to meet Bantan?” a voice sounded from the speakers.

Taehyung and Jungkook, along with every other person in the room, screamed with excitement.

It’s finally happening! Taehyung thought. He felt like his heart might beat out of his chest. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. The members of Bangtan were just normal people, just like him. Yeah, except they’re insanely talented, and they’re super famous and super rich, Taehyung thought.

“Well here they are! Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Jung Hoseok!” the voice spoke again.

Before Taehyung could even think, the entire room was on their feet, cheering for the three men entering the stage, Taehyung right there with them, screaming his lungs out.

The first on stage was Kim Namjoon, leader of Bangtan. Taehyung knew pictures wouldn’t do the man justice, but still, he wasn’t prepared for how Namjoon looked in real life. The rapper smiled out at the crowd, and Taehyung just about swooned. Even though Namjoon wasn’t his bias, he could still write poems about the dimples that graced Namjoon’s face.

The next to enter the stage was Jung Hoseok, dance captain of Bangtan. Again, Taehyung was struck with how pretty the man was in real life. How had BigHit managed to find such attractive men to be in the same group? Hoseok looked at the crowd and waved, causing quite a few people in the crowd to squeal.

Finally, Min Yoongi entered the stage. The moment Taehyung’s eyes landed on the man, he felt his heart grow 10 sizes and burst. If he were in a cartoon, Taehyung knew he would have heart eyes. He couldn’t believe he was finally in the same room as Yoongi and actually looking at the rapper with his own eyes. Taehyung’s whole chest felt warm, and he felt the need to kiss Yoongi all over his face (but honestly, Taehyung always wanted to do that).

Just like the other members, nothing could have prepared Taehyung for what Yoongi looked like in real life. He was both hard lines and soft curves. Yoongi had on what Taehyung thought looked like the softest pastel sweater on the face of the earth. Yoongi had a serious look on his face, but once he looked out into the audience, his signature gummy smile took over his face. He looked like the softest boy on the planet and Taehyung just wanted to squish his cheeks. But, he knew if Yoongi was handed a mic, he would be throwing out hard raps that no one else could ever dream to perform.

“Thank you for coming to our fan meet!” Namjoon spoke into his microphone as he and the other two members took their seats at the table. The crowd cheered again. “We can’t wait to meet you all!”

The MC then took over and called the first row up to get in line.

The next hour passed way too quick and way too slow for Taehyung. He watched Namjoon listen intently to fans as they talked about how Namjoon’s lyrics help them get through tough times in their lives. He watched Hoseok get the brightest smile on his face when a fan told him she had named a star after him. He watched how Yoongi put on all the flower crowns and headbands that fans gave him and let them take pictures before moving on. He watched the three talk about a goof that happened during their last performance. And he watched them act crazy and silly, sometimes throwing things, like stuffed animals they were given, at each other, all with the biggest smiles on their faces.

Finally, the last row was called to get in line. Taehyung bounced on his toes, unable to believe he was finally here. Jungkook, who Taehyung almost forgot was here with him in all the excitement, squeezed his shoulder, looking just as excited.

Taehyung and Jungkook happened to be at the end of the line, so they had to wait a bit more. The line moved at a very slow but steady pace. Before Taehyung knew it, he was at the front of the line.

“Hi! What’s your name?” Namjoon asked, a smile taking over his face.

“Taehyung.”

“Well, Taehyung, it’s so nice to meet you!” Namjoon replied. “Did you have anything you wanted me to sign?”

“Oh, yes! Of course!” Taehyung quickly pulled his copy of Bangtan’s latest album out of his bag and handed it over. He was still in shock at being this close. He thought seeing Namjoon’s dimples from across the room was bad, but seeing them this close made him want to just reach over and poke them.

Namjoon quickly signed the album and handed it back.

“I just wanted to say, thank you so much for all you do,” Taehyung started while taking back the album. “I’ve been following Bangtan since before debut, and y’all’s music has helped me through so much. You all are really such amazing songwriters. You really know how to write lyrics that make a person think and feel.”

Namjoon’s cheeks were now dusted with pink.

“Thank you, but we really should be thanking you!” Namjoon replied. “Without fans like you, we wouldn’t get to do any of this, so thank you. We really appreciate it.”

Now it was Taehyung’s turn to blush. He looked down at his feet, trying and failing to keep the massive smile off his face.

“Next!” a voice called. Taehyung looked up, realizing it was time to move on.

“It was great meeting you, Taehyung!” Namjoon called while he moved on. “I hope we can meet again!”

Taehyung nodded and stopped in front of Hoseok.

“Hello!” Hoseok smiled cheerily, immediately putting Taehyung’s nerves at ease.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung!” he replied, shyly handing over his album.

“How are you doing today, Taehyung?” Hoseok asked while signing the album. “Are you having a fun time?”

“Oh, yes! It’s been great!” Taehyung nodded.

“Is it your first fan meet?”

“Yes! I’ve been a fan since before Bangtan debuted, but this was the first time I’ve been able to get tickets for a fan meet,” Taehyung replied.

Hoseok nodded and handed the album back over.

“Well, I’m glad you could finally make it!” Hoseok smiled. “We really appreciate your support! I can’t believe you’ve been following us since before debut! That’s a long time!”

“It’s not that hard to support when y’all put out such amazing music,” Taehyung said.

“Well, I’m happy we got to meet!” Hoseok replied as the voice came back over the speaker and called for the line to continue moving.

Taehyung shyly waved bye and moved down the table. He didn’t dare look up yet. Yoongi was the last and most important and Taehyung felt like he might have a heart attack at seeing Min Yoongi this close.

Taehyung stopped in front of Yoongi’s spot and unzipped his bag, pulling out the gift he bought specifically for the other man.

“This is for you,” Taehyung said while shoving the gift forward, still afraid of looking up. He was afraid Yoongi wouldn’t like the gift.

“Aw, Yoongi got a Kumamon plushie!” Namjoon spoke, surprising Taehyung into looking up. The older man was draped over Yoongi’s shoulders. Taehyung quickly glanced down the line and realized that the line had ended, so Namjoon didn’t have a fan to talk with.

Taehyung finally looked at Yoongi, who had pink cheeks. Namjoon turned his head and realized the other man was blushing and reached to pinch his cheeks.

“Aw, look what you did, Taehyung! You made Min Yoongi blush!” Namjoon cried dramatically.

Yoongi quickly pushed the younger man off his shoulders while grumbling about going back to his own seat and Taehyung swore he heard something about knowing where Namjoon slept.

Once Namjoon had made his way back to his own spot, Yoongi finally spoke.

“Thank you. I love it.”

“Really? I was nervous that maybe you already had enough Kumamon plushies from fans or that maybe you already had this one or maybe you wouldn’t like it,” Taehyung rambled.

Yoongi laughed and Taehyung felt his heart stop at hearing it in person. His laugh sounded so comforting, as odd as that sounded. The laugh sounded very loving and Taehyung would love to make him laugh again.

“Yes, I really love it,” Yoongi smiled. “I actually don’t think I have this specific one, so it’s perfect.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Taehyung smiled back, pink still dusting his cheeks from his earlier rambling. “Oh! I have my album for you to sign!”

Taehyung quickly handed it over.

“I’m glad you got to come today, Taehyung,” Yoongi said while signing the album. “Meeting our fans is always so much fun, though it was probably more fun for you because you got to watch us act like idiots with each other up here on stage.”

Taehyung giggled, nodding along.

“Well, I’m glad I got to meet you, Taehyung. Maybe we’ll get to meet each other again some time!” Yoongi continued, handing Taehyung his album back.

“I really hope so,” the younger replied.

“Next!” the voice that Taehyung was starting to dread called. He stuck the album back into his bag and waved to Yoongi before turning toward the door. Taehyung’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but it was so worth it to finally meet Bangtan.

Taehyung made it out into the hallway and sat on one of the benches that lined the wall, waiting for Jungkook to join him. Since they were basically last in line, there weren’t too many people left hanging around, which Taehyung was glad for because he was still sure his face was pink from talking with Yoongi.

“We just met Bangtan!” Jungkook cried as he threw open the auditorium doors. “I can’t believe we just did that! And I talked with Namjoon! And you talked with Yoongi!”

Taehyung stood up from the bench, a smile still stretching over his cheeks. The two made their way outside to the bus stop, catching each other up on what they talked about with each member.

By the time they reached their apartment, the two had shared their stories and were walking in comfortable silence as they made their way inside. Taehyung felt the happiest he had ever been. He had been stressed lately because of work, but he forgot all about those worries now. He felt like his life was complete now and his heart was full.

The next few weeks passed by with nothing special. Taehyung went to work everyday and came home and hung out with Jungkook. Now that he had met Yoongi and the rest of Bangtan, Taehyung felt like something in his life was missing.

It’s probably all just in my head, Taehyung though. This isn’t some Y/N fanfiction. It’s not like I was going to attend the fan meet and have one of the members fall in love with me by just looking at me. Plus, they have soulmates out there somewhere. And so do I. Who knows when I’ll finally meet them, but they’re out there somewhere.

Taehyung had never really thought much about his soulmate. He knew he had one because everyone did, but he didn’t really think much past that. He figured when the time was right, the universe would put that person in his life and he would know exactly when it happened and he would be in love.

Growing up, it was impossible to go through life without hearing soulmate stories. People would talk about the moment they laid eyes on their significant other, the moment they knew they were in love. Most people said it was hard to explain what it felt like to find their soulmate, but that you would know when it happened to you. You would get this overwhelming love for this other person and you’d never want to let them go.

Taehyung couldn’t wait until that moment, but until then, he was content with going through life not worrying about it.

“Hey!” Jungkook called when he came home one night after work, a pizza box in tow. “Did you see that they finally published the pictures from when Bangtan left for their tour last week? I’m pretty sure Hoseok had to do a punishment based on the outfit he was wearing at the airport.”

“Oo! I wanna see!” Taehyung quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up Twitter to look at the pictures. “Oh my god, I can’t believe he wore that to the airport. I would never be able to do that.”

“This is why we love them.”

“Because they’re huge dorks?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“No,” Jungkook laughed. “Okay, maybe. But also because they’re confident enough to do things like this. And they’re okay with looking like idiots sometimes if it makes their fans happy. And it made me happy.”

Taehyung just shook his head before grabbing a slice of pizza. The two spent their night watching crappy dramas on TV while finishing their pizza.

The next morning, Taehyung woke up feeling like he didn’t get any sleep, which he thought was odd because he had gone to bed at a decent time. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and stretched his arms out. Today was going to be a long day if he felt this exhausted already. Maybe he could squeeze a nap in during his lunch break.

“Morning!” Jungkook chirped as he entered the kitchen. “Have a hard night?”

Taehyung just grumbled into his large coffee cup. He was in no mood for Jungkook’s cheeriness this early in the morning. Taehyung despised morning people.

Jungkook shuffled around the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal.

“Seriously, are you okay?” Jungkook asked once he plopped down in the chair across from Taehyung and finally got a good look at the other man. “You look like death. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. Did you stay up playing Overwatch without me last night or something?”

Taehyung shook his head.

“I don’t know what the problem is,” Taehyung started. “I went to bed at a decent time last night, but I woke up feeling like I didn’t get any sleep. Today is going to be hell. I have a presentation to give to the museum curator today, and I don’t think he’d appreciate it if I passed out during it.”

Taehyung brought the coffee cup back up and drank half the cup in one go. Maybe if he downed another cup of coffee before he left, he’d feel better by the time he got to work.

“Well, don’t push yourself too hard. Maybe you picked up a bug somewhere,” Jungkook reasoned. “Take it easy today and go to bed early tonight and maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Taehyung just nodded, focused on drowning himself in coffee.

The day went just as Taehyung had predicted. Crappy. Taehyung had filled a thermos with coffee before he left for work and downed it on the bus ride to the museum. He had felt a little more awake by the time he made it in, but his head was starting to hurt. Taehyung worked all morning finalizing his presentation for that afternoon, but by the time that rolled around, he had a massive headache and couldn’t concentrate on his computer.

While giving the presentation, the curator actually stopped him to ask him if he was okay. Taehyung of course said he was fine and continued with the presentation. Luckily, after it was done, it was almost time to head home. On the bus ride home, Taehyung’s headache got worse, which he didn’t think was possible, and by the time he got off at his stop, his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

Okay, early bedtime it is.

Taehyung quickly made his way home and headed straight to the bathroom, where he quickly swallowed a few painkillers. Hopefully that would help with the stuffiness.

The rest of the night was spent lying around the apartment, and Taehyung kept true to his word and went to bed early.

Hopefully this will all go away and I’ll feel fine in the morning, Taehyung thought as he drifted off.

Yoongi’s alarm went off way too early for his liking. Touring was great and all, but dealing with time changes and constant traveling was hell on his body.

“Ugh,” Yoongi groaned, rolling over to slap at his phone to turn the constant blaring off.

As soon as the alarm was turned off, a knock sounded at the door. Of course. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

Yoongi slowly made his way out of the hotel bed, grabbing a blanket to wrap around his shoulders before heading to the door.

“What?” Yoongi grumbled, throwing the door open.

“Good morning to you, too, sunshine,” grinned Hoseok. “I just came to wake you up before they started putting breakfast away. I know you like your sleep, but I know how grumpy you get when you miss out on a meal. And based off how you opened the door, I would say I was right on time, Mr. Grumpy Pants.”

“I hate you,” Yoongi replied with no real heat behind his words. “I’ll be down soon, just give me a minute to get changed.”

Hoseok nodded and turned on his heel, heading back down the hallway. Yoongi shut the door behind him, feeling a little more awake than he was when he opened the door. Hoseok really was like his portal battery.

Ten minutes later, Yoongi made his way into their private dining room at the hotel where breakfast was being served for the group and their staff. Making his way through the buffet line quickly, Yoongi spotted Namjoon and Hoseok easily as the room was almost empty because it was so late in the morning.

“Are you ready for the concert tonight, hyung?” Namjoon questioned once Yoongi sat down.

“Of course. Are you?” Yoongi shot back. Namjoon laughed and nodded the affirmative. Namjoon then turned to Hoseok and started up the conversation they were having before Yoongi arrived, and Yoongi turned toward his food.

After taking the first bite, Yoongi suddenly felt nauseous. He quickly put his chopsticks down and grabbed a drink of water.

“Hyung? Is everything okay?” Hoseok asked, glancing over at the older man.

“Yeah,” Yoongi said, nodding his head. “I don’t know what happened. I thought I was hungry, but I just suddenly felt really nauseous. I don’t think I’m going to be able to eat anything. At least not right now.”

Namjoon leaned over and felt his forehead.

“You don’t feel warm. Are you feeling sick other than feeling nauseous?” Namjoon questioned, looking Yoongi over quickly to make sure there weren’t any noticeable signs that the other man wasn’t feeling well.

“I feel fine, other than that. I don’t know what the issue is. Maybe it’s the jet lag. Or just eating too close to waking up. I’ll be fine in a little bit,” Yoongi reassured. He didn’t know what the problem was, but he knew that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure he was better for their soundcheck and concert later. He couldn’t let their fans down. “I think I’m just going to go lay down for a bit. I’ll eat something before we head to the venue. Come get me before it’s time to leave?”

Namjoon and Hoseok just nodded, concerned for their friend, but unable to do anything for the other man. Letting him rest was their best option for now. Unfortunately, feeling sick on tour because of jet lag and exhaustion was common. Sleep and eating healthy were the only ways they had ever found to help combat them.

Yoongi quickly made his way back up to his room, falling asleep almost the second his head hit his pillow.

A week later and Taehyung woke up feeling like he had been hit by a bus. His body ached from head to toe, his head felt completely stopped up, and no matter how early he went to bed, he was always yawning.

Dragging himself to work had become a chore. The barista at the coffee shop a block from the museum had become his new best friend, already having his order prepared by the time he made it to the front of the line. After work, Taehyung used to play games or watch TV with Jungkook. Now, Taehyung felt like going straight to bed as soon as he walked in the door.

“Taehyung, I really think you need to go to the doctor,” Jungkook finally broke on Friday night. “I can’t just sit here and watch you like this. I know you’ve been getting enough sleep, so there has to be some other issue. I hate seeing you like this.”

The two roommates had been sitting on the couch, eating takeout and watching a crappy reality show on TV, like their normal Friday night. During a commercial break, Jungkook had finally broken the silence with his plea.

“I’m fine, Kookie,” Taehyung reassured. “It’s just a bug or something. Maybe a cold. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

“You are not fine!” Jungkook argued. “You’re tired all the time, even after you chug two cups of coffee, which is not healthy at all. You’ve complained about headaches every day this week, and it doesn’t seem like the painkillers are helping. You haven’t been eating as much, either, and I know it’s only been a week, but it looks like you’ve lost weight, and your complexion has become super pale.

“I just- I can’t sit here while it looks like you’re wasting away. I’m your best friend, Taehyung. I love you, and I don’t like watching you like this.”

Taehyung sighed, finally setting his plate on the coffee table and turning toward the other man.

“Go to the doctor, please,” Jungkook cut Taehyung off before he could say a word. “If it’s just the flu, then it’s the flu and we’ll know. I’d rather overreact about the flu than find out it’s something worse later on when you become more sick. Please, Taehyung, for me.”

Taehyung sighed. He knew there was no way he was getting out of this. Truth be told, he wouldn’t mind going to the doctor. He had actually been thinking about it before Jungkook had said anything. He really didn’t think it was the flu. He’s had the flu before and it didn’t feel anything like this. Taehyung felt like he was wasting away, like something big was missing in his life, and if he didn’t get it back, he’d turn to dust and blow away with the wind.

“Alright. I’ll make an appointment on Monday,” Taehyung agreed.

“Thank you,” Jungkook sighed in relief. “Now that we’ve covered that, can we please turn off this crappy show and talk about Bangtan? They’ve been on tour for over a week, and we haven’t discussed any of the photos or videos from the concerts!”

Taehyung’s heart skipped. He’d talk about Bangtan any day.

“Do you even have to ask?” Taehyung scoffed. “Get your laptop! We need to watch all the videos!”

Jungkook leapt off the couch and ran to his room to grab his laptop.

“Here are some pictures from last night from someone I follow on Twitter,” Jungkook said, pulling up the photos.

The two spent the next twenty minutes scrolling through the photos and gushing over their favorites.

“Does Yoongi look tired to you in these photos?” Taehyung pointed out after a couple of Yoongi pictures in a row. “It looks like he’s got bags under his eyes. It doesn’t look like even makeup can cover them up.”

“Maybe it’s just the lighting? Or maybe it’s just jet lag from traveling,” Jungkook reasoned.

Taehyung just shrugged, still a little worried about Yoongi. He may only be a fan to the rapper, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t care about his health.

The two then moved on to videos from the latest concert, which was the night before.

“Wait, go back a second,” Taehyung interjected a few videos in. Jungkook quickly complied. “Do you see that? He looks… I don’t know, but he doesn’t look okay. He looks like he’s going to be sick or something.”

Jungkook scrutinized the screen, playing the short clip over and over again.

“Yeah, I guess he does look kind of like that,” Jungkook said after a moment. “Like I said though, maybe it’s just jet lag. Or the lighting. Who knows? No use speculating though.”

Taehyung hummed in agreement, though he wasn’t so sure.

After another hour of scouring Twitter for photos and videos, Taehyung decided to finally head to bed. He still felt terrible, but hopefully he’d figure out what was wrong next week. As he drifted off to sleep, the video clip of Yoongi looking unwell played on repeat behind his eyes.

“Come on, Yoongi. We’re here,” Namjoon shook Yoongi’s shoulder, waking the older man up from his short nap. The group had just arrived at the venue for their concert. Yoongi didn’t really have any idea where they were, he just went where he was told. The past week, or he thinks it’s been a week, of touring had been crazy. From performing a show every night, traveling to different countries, visiting different TV shows to promote their album and concerts, and adding jet lag on top of that, Yoongi hadn’t been feeling the best.

The group headed inside the venue, making their way to the dressing room. Once inside, Yoongi plopped himself down on one of the couches, planning on making himself sink into the couch until he was required to be somewhere for soundcheck.

“How’re you feeling?” Hoseok sat down next to Yoongi, disrupting his plans of falling back asleep. “I know you like your sleep, but you’ve definitely been sleeping more than you normally do on tour. Maybe you should talk with our doctor. We’re worried about you.”

Yoongi groaned. He did not want to do this right now. Hoseok was right. Of course he was right. There was no denying that something besides jet lag was wrong with Yoongi, but he hoped if he put it off long enough, it’d go away on its own. But, if it was enough for his friends to actually say something to him about it, maybe it was serious.

“I’m okay, Hoseok,” Yoongi finally answered. “Maybe I’m just not as in shape or healthy as I normally am on tour. And there’s nothing wrong with sleep! Sleep is good for you!”

Hoseok just raised his eyebrows.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll talk with the doctor.” Hoseok’s eyes lit up. “After the concert.”

His smile dimmed slightly, but he would take what he could get. Yoongi was a stubborn man, and getting him to agree to talk with their physician on his own must really mean the older man wasn’t feeling the greatest.

“Good. We love you, Yoongi. We only want the best for you. Plus, it’s no fun calling you a cat if you're not around to hear it and complain," Hoseok teased.

"I am not a cat," Yoongi grumbled.

"See, there's my best friend," Hoseok smiled.

"Alright, boys. Time for soundcheck!" a manager called, as he stuck his head in the room.

The three members of Bangtan followed the man to the stage, grabbing their mics from a stagehand along the way.

"We only need to go through a couple songs to get everything set, but you will need to do choreography so the techs can get an idea of how it sounds while moving around the stage," the manager instructed.

Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon all nodded, stepping up to their places for the first song.

The moment the first beats flowed through Yoongi's in-ear pieces, he fell into what Hoseok called his "stage mode." It didn't matter that it was only soundcheck, Yoongi would give it his all.

The three moved through the song flawlessly, hours of practice and other performances paying off.

The second the song ended, Yoongi started gasping for breath. He leaned over and put his hands on his knees, trying to suck in as much air as possible to steady his racing heart. He knew he had been feeling like crap lately, but he didn't think one song would make him feel this bad. Maybe it was a good idea Hoseok had convinced him to see their physician.

"Hey, you good?" Namjoon asked, placing a hand on Yoongi's back.

Yoongi only nodded, still trying to catch his breath. A water bottle was suddenly thrust into his line of vision, which he gladly grabbed and chugged.

"Maybe you should take it easy," Hoseok, who was now on his other side, suggested. "This is only soundcheck, after all. I know you'll want to go all out for the concert tonight, and you can't do that if you tire yourself out now."

Namjoon hummed in agreement, rubbing his hand up and down Yoongi's back in comfort. He hated seeing his members and best friends sick. He was the leader and would fight for them to the ends of the earth, but there was only so much he could do about physical illnesses.

"I'll be okay," Yoongi tried to reassure after finally catching his breath. "We've only got one more song to run through, and then I can sleep until the concert. And then I'll talk with our doctor after. I'll be okay."

Hoseok and Namjoon looked like they wanted to argue, but the manager was calling for them to get set for the second song. Plus, they knew Yoongi was stubborn and that they wouldn't be able to change his mind.

Yoongi stood up, threw the empty water bottle to the side, and went to his starting position, the other two following.

The song started, and Yoongi still gave it his all. He was moving through the motions, albeit a little wobbly, but he was making it through.

See, I told them I was okay.

As soon as that thought passed through his head, Yoongi stumbled, but luckily he caught himself before he fell completely. He continued the choreography, but quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, which it didn't seem like they did.

Yoongi's verse came up, and he moved to the center of the stage, glad that he could stop dancing for a moment while he rapped. He would never admit it, but spots had started dancing around his vision, which probably had been the cause of him stumbling.

By the time his verse was over, the spots had cleared, and Yoongi was grateful. He quickly moved back into the choreography, letting Hoseok take over the song.

Of course, as soon as he thought he was in the clear, the spots returned. Yoongi chose to ignore them. The song was almost over and then he could go and sleep it off. That's all it was, right? He just needed a little more sleep and everything would be okay in time for the concert tonight.

Famous last words, Yoongi thought as his vision turned darker and he stumbled again, this time making it all the way to the knees before catching himself.

He barely registered the music stopping. He thought he heard someone call out his name, but he couldn't be too sure. He was too focused on trying to get his vision back to normal and keeping himself upright. It all became too much, and Yoongi finally gave in.

Maybe Hoseok was right and I do need to get help sooner, was Yoongi’s last thought before giving in to the darkness.

"Bangan's Min Yoongi has collapsed during soundcheck before a show in England."

" Taehyung! Get in here!" Jungkook called from the couch. He had been switching through channels and happened to land on the news when he saw a picture of Bangtan.

"What? I was just about to go to bed," Taehyung grumbled, trudging into the living room, blanket wrapped around his shoulders. It was now Saturday night, and even though he had spent most of the day in bed, Taehyung was ready to get more sleep.

"Look!" Jungkook pointed to the TV, where a picture of Yoongi was on the screen.

Taehyung felt his heart lurch.

"They said he collapsed at a soundcheck!" Jungkook recapped. "You were right when you said he looked tired."

Taehyung then felt his heart fall to his stomach.

Is Yoongi going to be okay? He has to okay! I can't live without him! Wait, what am I saying? I'm just a fan. We've met once. I'm not a crazed fan. He has his life, and I have mine. I'll be okay. He'll be okay. It'll all be okay.

Sitting down on the couch next to his roommate, Taehyung stared at the TV, waiting for the news anchor to give more updates.

"An ambulance was seen leaving the venue by fans, which prompted an outcry from fans online, demanding to know if the members of Bangtan were okay.

"BigHit released a statement shortly after, stating Min Yoongi, the oldest in the group, had collapsed during soundcheck and that he was being treated at a nearby hospital. They did not give any indication as to his current status or what caused him to collapse. The concert for tonight has also been canceled.

"Fans from all over the world are now sending in messages of support for Yoongi, hoping the rapper recovers soon.

"This is a breaking news story; we'll keep you updated as we receive more information."

The room was silent as Jungkook muted the TV. Taehyung knew he shouldn't feel this upset about his favorite idol being sick, but he couldn't help it. He felt the need to hop on a plane and go and take care of the man himself. Which was obviously out of the question, and only something that an obsessed fan would do.

"Hey, he's going to be okay," Jungkook tried to reassure.

Taehyung just nodded, curling himself further into his blanket.

"It's probably just exhaustion. You know he likes to work, and with them being on tour, it probably didn't help," Jungkook reasoned. "Hey, maybe it's a sympathy sickness. He knew his biggest fan wasn't feeling so great, so now he's feeling a little under the weather, too"

Taehyung didn't laugh at Jungkook's attempt at a joke, but his lip did twitch.

"I'm going to head to bed," Taehyung finally spoke up a few minutes later.

Slowly dragging himself off the couch, Taehyung made his way toward his room, all but collapsing on his bed.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up early and decided to make breakfast for him and Taehyung. He hoped he could cheer the other man up. First, he'd had a crappy week at work and had been feeling sick, and now Yoongi getting sick. It was just not Taehyung's week.

"Taehyung, I made breakfast," Jungkook lightly knocked on the older man's door.

Silence.

"Tae Tae? Are you up?" Jungkook tried again.

More silence.

"I made your favorite! You can't stay in bed all day!"

Silence again. Now Jungkook was starting to get worried. Taehyung wasn't a super heavy sleeper, and usually knocking on his door would wake him up.

"I'm coming in, so I hope you're decent," Jungkook tried one last time before slowly opening the door.

All the lights were off, and the blinds were still closed. Jungkook could still make out a Taehyung-sized lump on the bed, covered in a mound of blankets.

"Taehyung?"

No answer.

Jungkook walked to the bed and carefully put a hand on what he thought would be Taehyung's shoulder under all the blankets. He shook the man slightly, hoping to get a response now.

"Taehyung, it's time to wake up. I made breakfast."

Still no response. Not even a slight movement from under the blankets.

"Taehyung, this isn't funny. Come on, wake up."

Jungkook shook the man a little harder. There was no way he could still be asleep after all that. Jungkook's heart started racing. Something had to be wrong. Quickly, Jungkook started grabbing blankets and throwing them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed.

Finally, Jungkook saw a fluffy head of hair peeking out from the final blanket.

"Taehyung," Jungkook tried one last time, shaking his shoulder again. Still no response.

Jungkook quickly pulled the last blanket down. Taehyung laid on his bed, eyes closed, unmoving. Looking over him, Jungkook didn't see any physical injuries that would cause him to be in this state. Luckily, he did see Taehyung’s chest moving up and down.

Trying one last time, hoping that this was all some stupid prank or that he was still sleeping, Jungkook called his name and shook his shoulders, even tapping the older man's cheeks lightly to see if it would cause the man to stir.

No response.

"Oh God, Taehyung. No, no, no. Please be okay. Please be okay."

Jungkook quickly ran out of the room to grab his phone to call an ambulance.

He has to be okay. He has to be okay.

“What do you mean soulmate sickness? He’s never met his soulmate!” Namjoon argued with the doctor.

After Yoongi collapsed on stage, he hadn’t woken up, so an ambulance was called. Namjoon, Hoseok, and one of their managers had been waiting at the hospital all night for the doctors to tell them what was happening with Yoongi. They hadn’t been told anything all night, not even if he had woken up.

“All the signs and symptoms point to soulmate sickness, I’m afraid,” the doctor repeated. “If he doesn’t know who his soulmate is, it will make it that much harder for him to get better, I’m afraid.”

“How long do we have to find his soulmate?” the manager spoke up. Namjoon’s vision blurred from tears he refused to let fall. How could he forget? If two soulmates weren’t reunited within a certain time period, then both would die.

“I’m afraid he’s probably only got about a week, based on his condition. Unfortunately, since soulmate sickness is different in everyone, we can’t be completely certain how long it will take,” the doctor replied.

Namjoon fell into the cheap chair he’d been sitting in for the past eight hours. He heard a loud sob from the chair next to him.

Hoseok.

Namjoon quickly wrapped his arms around the other man, trying to hold his own tears back. He needed to keep it together for the both of them. At least long enough to finish hearing what the doctor had to say.

“What can we do?” the manager kept the conversation going, even though he looked like he was ready to be sick or cry or both.

“You need to find his soulmate. The closer they are together, the more time you’ll give him. I’d say it’s been a little over a month since he met his soulmate, so if that helps you by knowing where he was then. Once you’re able to find his soulmate, we can move either Yoongi or his soulmate, who is probably also in the same condition, to be with each other. Once they’re in close proximity, like the same room, they should start healing,” the doctor explained.

“Thank you, doctor,” the manager replied.

The next few moments passed in silence, barr Hoseok sobbing into Namjoon’s chest, while the manager pulled out his phone to look at Bangtan’s schedule.

“The fan meeting!” the manager called out in surprise.

“What?” Namjoon asked, shocked.

Hoseok, curious, pulled himself away from Namjoon’s chest, wiping away his tears.

“The fan meeting!” the manager repeated. “It was a little over a month ago! That had to be where he met his soulmate. I don’t know how he didn’t realize it, but that had to have been it. You all weren’t really doing much around then, just a few interviews here and there. I can reach out to the people from the interviews to be sure, but I’m positive it had to have been from the fan meeting.”

Hope bloomed in Namjoon’s chest. They could do this. They would be able to find Yoongi’s soulmate, and he would be okay. He had to be.

“This has to be a prank. He hasn’t met his soulmate. There’s no way it could be soulmate sickness,” Jungkook argued.

“That’s what all the signs are pointing to, I’m afraid. Taehyung must have met his soulmate and not realized it,” the doctor replied. “If you can’t find his soulmate soon, there’s not much we can do. Based on the level of his symptoms, he’s probably got about a week left, give or take.”

A sob wracked it’s way out of Jungkook. No. There was no way he was going to let his best friend die.

“Based on that information, I would say that he met his soulmate a little over a month ago, if that helps you find his soulmate. Please let me know if I can help in any way,” the doctor tried to reassure.

Jungkook kept his scoff inside as the doctor walked out of the room. Sitting down next to the bed where Taehyung laid lifeless, Jungkook felt a tear slide down his cheek.

“You can’t leave me, Taehyung. I won’t let you,” Jungkook said, grabbing the other man’s hand. “I’m going to find your soulmate. I don’t know how, but I promise you, I’m going to find them. I won’t let you die on me. You’re not allowed. You have to get better for your soulmate. And for me. And Min Yoongi. You have to live to see him in person again.”

Jungkook laughed dryly.

Wait.

Min Yoongi.

The fan meet was a little over a month ago.

Yoongi also collapsed recently and the band had not said what was going on with him.

Bangtan had been on tour and had been far enough away from Taehyung that it would cause soulmate sickness.

Oh.

My.

God.

Taehyung’s soulmate was Min Yoongi.

It had to be. There was no other option.

“I hate you, you know that? You lucky bastard. You get Min Yoongi as your soulmate,” Jungkook spoke into the quiet hospital room. “Now how the hell am I going to get you two together?”

The next 24 hours passed in a blur for Namjoon and Hoseok. Yoongi was transferred to a hospital in Seoul, since that had to be where Yoongi’s soulmate was. They were reassured that once the two soulmates were in the same city, they would have a little more time to find each other, but it still wouldn’t be forever.

Once they arrived back in Seoul, their tour on hold indefinitely for the time being, Namjoon and Hoseok quickly got to work. They obtained a list of everyone who bought tickets for the fan meet, along with any contact information they had given. Their manager also set to work reaching out to the few interviewers they had made contact with that week, but hadn’t had any luck.

“How are we supposed to know who his soulmate is? It could be anyone! And, if they’re in the same position as Yoongi, how would we even get ahold of them anyways?” Hoseok questioned, trying to not give up, but it was hard when there was such a bleak outlook.

“It’ll be okay,” Namjoon reassured the other man. “We’ll find his soulmate, and it’ll all be okay. We can do this.”

Namjoon didn’t know if he was trying to reassure Hoseok or himself. He didn’t want to give up, he had to keep going for Yoongi, but it was hard like Hoseok said. They didn’t know everyone that had attended the fan meet, and plus, his soulmate would also be sick, so if they had collapsed like Yoongi, it would be that much harder to find them. And on top of that, they weren’t even sure if Yoongi’s soulmate was at the fan meet. For all they knew, he had passed by them on the street or on the subway. Seoul was a big city, afterall.

Namjoon and Hoseok got to work calling all the numbers they had available. They only stayed on the line for a few moments, mainly just to confirm the identity of the person and see if they were able to pick up the phone. They didn’t say who they were or who they were with, they not only didn’t have the time, they didn’t want any word getting out around why they were calling people.

Two hours and fifty phone calls later, no progress had been made.

“Ugh, this isn’t working,” Namjoon slammed his phone down on the table. So far, everyone had picked up the call and had sounded fine.

The rest of the afternoon was spent making phone calls, but Hoseok and Namjoon didn’t have any luck. They made a list of about ten people who hadn’t picked up with the intent to call them another time, but there was no guarantee that Yoongi’s soulmate was one of those people.

Realizing there was nothing further they could do at the moment, Namjoon and Hoseok went to the hospital, wanting to keep an eye on Yoongi.

They both spent the night on the small chairs in the room, wanting to be there in case something happened. Namjoon woke with a crick in his neck, but he didn’t care.

That day was spent the same as before, Namjoon and Hoseok searching for Yoongi’s soulmate with no luck. At the end of the day, the two made their way back to the hospital. Yoongi’s complexion was slowly getting paler, and he was getting noticeably thinner. Namjoon didn’t like it.

The next morning, Namjoon decided he’d spend the day at the hospital, searching for Yoongi’s soulmate from there.

Namjoon left the hospital, intent on grabbing his laptop and the fan meet attendee list from his studio and heading right back. He didn’t want to leave Yoongi for long.

Walking through the front doors of the building, a commotion at the reception desk caught his attention.

“Please, you have to help me,” a man pleaded. “My friend, he’s sick. He’s Min Yoongi’s soulmate. He’ll die if I don’t get him help. Please.”

Could it be?

Namjoon froze. This had to be it. No other explanation was possible (besides maybe a crazed fan), but based on the look on the man’s face, Namjoon believed he was telling the truth.

Running over before security could throw him out, Namjoon called out to the reception desk.

“He’s okay, let him be.”

The man looked over, and Namjoon could see tears running down his cheeks. He had dark purple bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in a week. Namjoon now fully believed the man was telling the truth. He couldn’t believe it.

“Follow me,” Namjoon waved him over, turning and heading toward his studio.

The man quickly followed.

“I’m Namjoon, but you probably already knew that,” Namjoon said, turning toward the other man after closing the door behind them in his studio.

“I’m Jungkook,” Jungkook said, nodding. “Please, you have to help me. My best friend is Yoongi’s soulmate, and he’s dying. I can’t watch him die.”

Namjoon gestured for the two to sit on the couch.

“Can you tell me why you think so?” Namjoon questioned, wanting to hear his story before making any rash decisions.

“Taehyung, my friend, and I attended Bangtan’s fan meet last month,” Jungkook started. “When y’all left for tour, Taehyung started to feel exhausted all the time and like he had a cold or flu or something. I didn’t put all this together until a few days ago, when I found him unresponsive in his bed.

“When the doctor at the hospital told me it was soulmate sickness, I happened to think about the fact that Yoongi had also collapsed, and when the doctor said Taehyung likely met his soulmate about a month ago, I realized the two must be soulmates. Everything matched up, including the distance and when y’all left.

“You all sure are hard to get ahold of,” Jungkook laughed wryly. “I’ve been trying for days, but everyone just thinks I’m a crazed fan or something. I promise, I’m telling the truth. God, you probably think I’m crazy or something. But I have to do something. Taehyung probably only has a few more days left. He’s started declining, and I couldn’t just sit there and watch.”

Jungkook rubbed his hands over his face, attempting to gather his thoughts. It had been a long few days, and finally, he had gotten ahold of someone at BigHit. And it was Kim Namjoon of all people.

“I believe you,” Namjoon spoke a moment later.

Jungkook’s head snapped up.

“You do?”

“Yes,” Namjoon reassured. “Yoongi also has soulmate sickness. We haven’t released that to the public, so unless you made a really, really lucky guess, you’re telling the truth. I believe you.”

Jungkook sagged into the couch, feeling like he could finally breathe for the first time all week.

“Okay, so what do we do now?” Jungkook asked.

“Now, we get Taehyung and Yoongi to the same hospital and to the same room, and then hopefully, they get better.”

Moving Yoongi and Taehyung to the same hospital turned out to be an easy job. The hospital quickly moved Taehyung via ambulance to the hospital Yoongi was in. Not even two hours after Namjoon made the first call, Taehyung’s hospital bed was rolled into Yoongi’s room.

“This is him?” Hoseok asked, quickly standing up where he had been sitting vigil beside Yoongi’s bed.

Namjoon and Jungkook followed behind the hospital staff pushing the bed.

“Yes, this is Yoongi’s soulmate, Kim Taehyung,” Namjoon replied. “Hoseok, meet Taehyung’s best friend, Jeon Jungkook.”

The two bowed to each other, but quickly focused back on the hospital staff. Nurses were running around the room, getting Taehyung hooked up to the new machines, keeping the two hospital beds as close together as possible.

A few moments later, Yoongi’s doctor walked in.

“Hello, everyone. You must be Jungkook, Kim Taehyung’s friend? I’m Dr. Choi,” she said, turning to introduce herself to the Jungkook. “I’ve been treating Yoongi since he’s been here this week, and I will be taking over Taehyung’s treatment as well.

“Today is a good day, and to be frank, really good timing. If you hadn’t found each other within the next 24 hours, it might have been too late for either of them. But, none of that matters now because they’re both here.

“Treatment from here on out shouldn’t be too medical. Their bodies will recognize that their soulmate is near and start healing on their own. It shouldn’t take more than a few hours for them to wake up, and no more than 24 hours for them to fully recover. We’ll leave you all alone, but once they wake up, please let us know,” Dr. Choi finished.

She bowed and left the room, the nurses following behind.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook sighed in relief, plopping down in the chair next to Taehyung’s bed. “I can’t believe he’s going to be okay.”

“You can say that again,” Hoseok said, moving to the chair next to Yoongi’s bed.

The next few hours passed rather quickly for Jungkook, Hoseok, and Namjoon. The three spent the time getting to know each other, learning about each other’s lives, Jungkook talking about his job as a graphic designer, and Namjoon and Hoseok telling Jungkook about what being part of Bangtan was really like without all the cameras.

Jungkook hadn’t let go of Taehyung’s hand since he’d sat down, so when a finger moved, Jungkook felt it right away.

“Taehyung?” Jungkook squeezed the other man’s hand, cutting off Namjoon’s story about the time when he ruined his studio computer by tripping and spilling his coffee all over the desk. “Can you hear me?”

This time, a couple of Taehyung’s fingers moved, causing Jungkook to scoot his chair closer to the bed.

“Come on, Taehyung, you can do it,” Jungkook urged.

Taehyung’s eyes started to slowly flutter open as he let out a small groan. Jungkook squeezed his hand again, afraid that what he was seeing wasn’t real. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions the last couple of days, and Jungkook never wanted to go through this again.

“What’s going on?” Taehyung slurred out. Luckily, Jungkook had heard enough of Taehyung’s just-woke-up voice to understand him easily.

“You’re in the hospital, Taehyung,” Jungkook replied.

Taehyung’s eyes slowly wided, finally looking around the room. When they landed on Namjoon and Hoseok sitting across from him, looking on earnestly, his eyes widened even more, which Jungkook didn’t think was possible.

“What?” Taehyung mumbled.

“You had soulmate sickness, Taehyung,” Jungkook explained. “You met your soulmate, and I found you passed out in your bed. You’ve been here ever since.”

“Soulmate sickness?” Taehyung asked, finally seeming to fully wake up. “But, I didn’t-”

“You did,” Jungkook interrupted, pointing to the other bed.

Taehyung turned, finally looking at the man in the other bed.

“That’s Min Yoongi. Oh my god, that’s Min Yoongi,” Taehyung whispered. “My soulmate is Min Yoongi?”

Taehyung turned back to his best friend, shock written all over his face. Jungkook grinned and nodded.

“You lucky bastard,” he replied, laughing. “You get Min fucking Yoongi as your soulmate. Which, maybe you don’t deserve because you didn’t even know you’d met him! And, if you ever do this to me again, I’m going to kill you myself!”

Jungkook tried to keep his tone light, but the last few days had been weighing heavily on him. He’d had to watch his best friend almost die.

Taehyung opened his arms for a hug and Jungkook threw himself on the bed.

“It’s too early, why is it so loud in here?” a grumbly voice came from the other bed.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!” Hoseok screeched, jumping out of his chair.

Jungkook pulled himself off Taehyung slightly, still holding on to his best friend, but helped him sit up so he could see Yoongi waking up.

“Hoseok? Why are you here? Wait, where is here?” Yoongi asked, finally opening his eyes and looking around the room.

“You had soulmate sickness,” Namjoon explained, then going on to explain how Taehyung was Yoongi’s soulmate and how they found each other.

“So, you’re my soulmate, huh?” Yoongi asked, looking over at the other bed.

Taehyung blushed and nodded. He really couldn’t believe it. Maybe his life really was a Y/N fanfiction.

“So, how exactly did this happen? I thought it was easy to tell when you met your soulmate?” Yoongi questioned.

“I actually have a theory for that,” Jungkook spoke up, still attached to Taehyung on his bed. “Since Taehyung was already a big fan of Bangtan and of you, Yoongi, when you two met, it didn’t really change much for him.”

“Way to make me sound like a crazed fan, Jungkook,” Taehyung interrupted.

“I think it’s cute,” Yoongi said.

Taehyung felt himself blush again. If this is what it was going to be like when he was around Yoongi, his face was going to be permanently red for the rest of his life. But, maybe he was okay with that.

“But what about Yoongi?” Namjoon asked.

“I actually had some trouble with that,” Jungkook replied. “Once I realized it was probably Yoongi, I went back and looked at videos from the fan meet. When Yoongi first saw Taehyung, Namjoon came up behind him and said something, so I guess in all the excitement of the day and whatever was said, you must not have registered the feeling, Yoongi.”

“So this is all your fault, Namjoon,” Hoseok teased, lightly slapping the other boy on the shoulder. Namjoon looked at his hands sheepishly.

“It’s okay, Joonie,” Yoongi reassured. “It’s all okay now, and I have my soulmate, and we’re all going to be okay now.”

Yoongi reached across the bed for Taehyung’s hand, which he gratefully took.

“I’m going to go get the doctor,” Namjoon said, standing up. “She said to let her know when you both woke up. Jungkook, Hoseok, why don’t you come with me?”

Jungkook seemed reluctant to leave Taehyung, but he knew Namjoon was trying to give the two new soulmates a few minutes alone to get to know each other. The three made their way out of the room, the door clicking softly shut behind them.

“So, soulmates, huh?” Yoongi spoke first.

“Looks like it,” Taehyung replied. “I feel really weird since I was a fan before.”

Yoongi hummed in acknowledgment.

“How about we start over?” Yoongi suggested. “I obviously know nothing about you yet, and what you might know about me as a fan doesn’t even scratch the surface of who I am.”

“How do we do that?” Taehyung asked, confused.

“Hi, my name is Min Yoongi, and it looks like you’re my soulmate,” Yoongi said, pulling his hand away from Taehyung’s, just to lift it, ready to shake the other’s hand.

Taehyung giggled, but shook Yoongi’s hand.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, and you’re my soulmate,” Taehyung replied.

“Nice to meet you, Taehyung,” Yoongi grinned. “Tell me about yourself, soulmate. My life is boring. I’m just a songwriter and rapper, nothing too interesting. I want to hear all about your life.”

Taehyung laughed, heart swooping at the word soulmate. He started telling the other man about his job at the museum and his life, Yoongi listening intently.

Neither knew what would happen once they left the hospital, but they were content to know they had found each other. They survived soulmate sickness; whatever life decided to throw at them next, they knew they could handle it since they had each other.

I had to make the end super cheesy. No other option, sorry. Let me know what you all think!! I spent way too long on this fic, but I’m really happy with it! Also, if you have a prompt for a fic or social media au, let me know! I now have no works in progress, so I’d love to work on something else! :)

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bratzkoo · 3 years

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Work in Progress:

KEY: ♥ fluff | ♦ angst | ♠ smut | ♣ mature themes

hi, i’m khoe and these are my wips. no specific release dates ! unless stated, obviously. it’s my way of telling you what i have planned but also for me to remember the projects i’m working on, lol.

BTS

❥ Lethal | maknae line x reader ♥♦♠♣

au: n/a

status: writing 8% done

summary: n/a

❥ Tiktok series ♥♦♠♣

open for request!

Kim Namjoon:

❥ He Loves Me (v) ♥♦♠♣

au: ceo! namjoon, sugar daddy! namjoon

status: planning

summary: n/a

note: you can find the series masterlist here

❥ He Has A Secret ♥♦

au: dad! namjoon

status: writing, 5% done

summary: n/a

Kim Seokjin:

❥ Bliss ♥♦♣

au: yandere! au, arranged marriage! au

status: writing 10% done

summary: you were ask to marry your abusive ex and out of panic you ask a random guy on your way to the restaurant to pretend to be your new boyfriend, turns out he’s the eldest son of the Kim Corporation.

Min Yoongi:

❥ Everytime ♥♦♣

au: ex lovers! au

status: writing 15% done

summary: n/a

❥ The network ♥♦♠♣

au: camboy! yoongi

status: planning

summary: if yoongi had to pick a favorite watcher, his answer would be you.

Jung Hoseok:

❥ Blue Side ♥♦♣

au: n/a

status: planned, will start writing soon

summary: n/a

note: jung hoseok is adorable here but i also made him a psycho

❥ Hixtape ♥♦♠♣

au: soundcloud rapper! hoseok

status: planning

summary: n/a

Park Jimin:

❥ Broken Spell ♥♦

au: enemies to lovers! au

status: planning

summary: where jimin and you hate each other and are sworn enemies, both of you were task to do a project together, in fear of you not passing the subject because of your non-stop bickering, you made jimin drink a 24 hours reverse feelings potion-- thinking he’ll be in love you for the next 24 hours with the amount of hatred he has for you, it came as a surprise when he suddenly says he doesn’t even want to see you in front of him.

which can only mean one thing, jimin has been in love with you all this time.

❥ Keep Your Enemies Close ♥♦♠♣ au: enemies to lovers! au status: planning summary: -

Kim Taehyung:

❥ GUCCI | pt. 2 ♥♦♠♣

au: fashion designer! taehyung

status: planned, will start writing soon

summary: Vante, a fashion designer and creative director of Gucci who keeps his life in private. No one really knows him aside from what he shares in public, no surprise when the media goes gaga over the leaked sketches of Vogue’s editor-in-chief Y/N Black in his journal.

note: you can find GUCCI pt.1 here

Jeon Jungkook:

❥ Skin ♥♦♣

au: n/a

status: writing 10% done

summary: n/a

note: inspired by sabrina carpenter’s song with the same title. yes, it’s the song connected to driver’s license

❥ Delivery (iii) ♥♦

au: pizza delivery guy! jungkook, highschool! au

status: planning

summary: You planned a grand gesture to confess to your long time crush (or as you like to call him: “the love of my life”) and things turned out to be horrible on your part. One, you accidentally confessed to the wrong person. Two, he accepted your confession. Three, your crush accepted someone else’s confession!

aka you confessed to your pizza delivery guy and now he thinks the both of you are dating.

note: you can find delivery! (i) here and delivery! (ii) here

MxM

MinJoon

Doré

au: pirate! jimin x crown prince! namjoon

summary: n/a

#bts wips #work in progress #by khoe

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 4 years

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The Reason You Can’t Trust Your Best Friends

Master List

“Hey, Tae, be honest with me-”

“Yes, shaving your head when you were 15 was a bit much.” Your best friend retorts, not even look up from his phone.

“Okay, first off, irrelevant, secondly, I was trying to make a point.” You defend, pursing your lips at the lanky man lounging on your bed.

“You mean the one on the top of your head?” He asks, blinking at you innocently before he finally registers what you're wearing. His face brightens at the blue sundress and its sunflower pattern, something you almost never wore. “What are you doing looking so cute for?”

“I've got a date,” You grin, twirling slightly. “Do you think its too much?” You turn to fully face him, gesturing to your makeup and the loose bun on the top of your head. He leans forward, gaze turning into the judgmental one you were used to him giving other designers.

“Don't wear the hoops, and definitely not a red lip.” He decides, “Oh, and wear those white sandals I bought you last year.” You nod in agreement, skipping off towards your closet to fetch the shoes. “By the way, who are you going out with?”

“Hoseok.” You call and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“Which one? Lee? The bodybuilder looking dude?”

“No, the dancer, Jung I think.” You answer coming back into your bedroom, spinning for your best friend to see. “Anyway, we're going to get coffee and maybe to that little music festival in the park.”

“Oh, hey, what are you doing dressed so cute?” You sigh as Jungkook lets himself into your apartment.

“Why are you here, Kookie?” You ask, turning to the boy who grins, “And when am I getting that key back?”

“Uh, cause Tae asked if I wanted to go out today and never.” He answers, planting a quick kiss on your cheek and flopping onto your bed. “Anyway, answer my question.”

“Our beautiful bestie here has a date.” Tae answers and Kook's eyes go wide.

“Ooooh. With who?”

“Jung Hoseok.” You answer, picking up your phone and a little bag, “And he's supposed to be here soon.”

“The bodybuilder?”

“No the dancer.”

“Oh, Namjoon hyung's friend.” Kook realizes.

“The bodybuilder is Lee Hoseok, and he's actually a singer, he just works out a lot.” You defend, as someone knocks on your front door. You stride over, finding Hoseok waiting for you on the other side. He smiles brightly, almost blindingly, and you can't help smiling back.

“Hi, you look really good.”

“Thank you, you look really handsome.”

“Are you ready?” He asks, holding out a hand and your smile widens.

“Absolutely. One sec.” You lean back to where Jungkook and Tae are peeking around the wall. “Lock the door before you leave and don't eat all my food.” You order, shouldering your bag as they nod at you.

“Was that your roommates?” Hoseok asks, offering you his arm as you begin to walk.

“Oh no. I mean they pretty much live with me, but they don't pay rent.” He giggles, actually giggles, at your comment, and your heart flutters. God, he's cute.

You don't end up getting coffee before the show. You do, however, end up with funnel cake as the first artist takes to the stage. Most of the performers are rappers or dancers, and you can tell Hoseok is a little shocked at your love for rap.

“Hey, I'll be right back.” He whispers as the next group, some kids called 3Racha begin their set. The sun is long set, and you had been enjoying leaning against him for warmth.

“You're gonna miss the show.” You pout, and he only chuckles.

“You'll have to tell me about it when I get back, here.” He pulls his leather jacket off his shoulders, draping it over yours instead. “So you don't get cold.” You pout at him again.

“Hurry back.” You demand, which makes him smile again as he leans down to kiss your cheek. You're thankful for the darkness as your cheeks heat up, and before you can say anything else, Hoseok is picking his way through the crowd and out of sight.

3Racha's set is great, the boys are super talented and their lyrics are more meaningful than most songs about money or sex. You make a mental note to look them up on SoundCloud as the lights dim for the next performer.

“Up now, Suga, Rm, and Jhope, performing their songs Ddaeng and Cypher 4.” Your head perks up at this, you knew about those three, they didn't really have a group name, most people just called them “The Rap Line” but their music was great, a fantastic mix of hip hop and rock, combined with their killer rap styles. You hadn't known they were performing tonight, if you had, you wouldn't have let Hoseok walk away, wanting to expose him to one of your favorite groups. As the three came out on stage you felt your soul leave your body. In all the years you had been a fan, you had never seen their faces, they always wore sunglasses and hats in an attempt to hide, but today, they had chosen to finally expose their identities to the public. The initial shock came from RM, with him being Namjoon, aka the man your best friends' had known for years. Suga was his roommate, which once you knew who Namjoon was, knowing he was with Yoongi just made sense. Then J-Hope, your favorite, came out, and your jaw fell.

Jung Hoseok.

The man had run off to go perform, and you had literally been a fan of him for years. This was a fan-fiction right? There was no way the cute, funny, dork that was Jung Hoseok, was also the charismatic sex god that was J-Hope. What duality.

When their set was over, you made your way towards the stage, finding him chatting with a few others as he cooled off. Somehow it wasn't shocking to find Kim Seokjin and Park Jimin there, they were Namjoon and Yoongi's boyfriends, respectively, but also finding Tae and Kookie there made you want to kill them. They didn't notice you at first, but when Hoseok finally did, his whole face lit up, and he jogged over to you, grinning like a kid.

“Hey, what did you think of the show?” You blink up at him for a moment before lightly smacking his arm.

“Are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me you were performing tonight?” His grin somehow broadens.

“So you liked it?”

“Liked it? Are you kidding, you guys are her favorite rappers, ever.” Tae interjects.

“And you, why didn't you tell me you knew them?” You turn your glare on your best friend.

“Cause I wanted to see how you'd react to your favorite rapper asking you out.” Your face heats up and your heart sinks a little, of course, they would try to embarrass you on your date, but why did it have to be your date with him?

“Why are you two even here?” Jimin asks, turning to the two youngest boys. “You said you weren't gonna come.”

“The stars aligned,” Kook says, trying to be mysterious.

“Y/n told us she was coming here on her date and he is the biggest Namjoon Simp on the planet.” Tae shrugs, earning a glare from his boyfriend.

“That is true.” Namjoon nods, making everyone laugh. Your laugh, however, is short, and despite best efforts, you're having trouble keeping the smile on your face as dread creeps into your thoughts.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Hoseok whispers in your ear, tugging you away from the group. This is it then, you think, first and last date. You nod, allowing him to lead you away from the festival and back towards the food court. It's quiet between the two of you until he reaches a small bench under a street light, something like that one scene in La La Land. “Are you upset with me? Cause I didn't tell you who I was.”

“No, of course not.” You assure him, sitting down beside him, “Its just,” You hesitate, unsure why you're even saying anything. “I'm a little embarrassed.”

“How come?”

“I've been a fan of you guys for a while, and of course Tae had to say something, and now I feel like you're just going to think I'm a crazy fan.”

“Not at all.” He immediately counters, making you look at him. “I was actually hoping you were a fan, Taehyung and Jungkook had been telling me about you for years, it took a lot of courage to finally ask you out.”

“Those little shits.” You gasp. “They kept acting like they barely knew you, kept asking if I was going out with Lee Hoseok,”

“The buff singer?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, does that mean your not roommates were those two?”

For the rest of the night, you and Hoseok strategically avoid your friends, instead dodging through the carnival and strolling along the beach. For the first time in a long time, you're genuinely having fun, and you're greatly enjoying the company your best friends schemed to get you. So when Hoseok pauses outside your door to kiss you goodnight, you make a mental note to thank them, even though you probably won't.

#jung hoseok imagine #jung hoseok imagines #jung hoseok #hobi imagine #hobi imagines #jhope imagines #jhope imagine #bts #bts imagines #bts imagine #goodwriterwithbadhabits

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rkyeosang · 5 years

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hello everyone! do u know what one plant does when their friend is sad? they photosympathize. ( / bricked )

OK ANYWHO hewwooooo, it’s just me, your local eevee, returning for the nth time lmao. this time i here with my shiny new boi - jk, not that new but def shiny. he is actually a revamp of my jaewon (j.won). see his bio/personality changes and other facts under the cut.

in the meantime, pls [( like )] this and a wild eevee will pop up in ur dms for plots! ♡

( also if u so wish comment a number 1 - 7 and ur favorite flower ( or any flower ) for a charisma starter, yes i know i only need 5 but i want write, pls nd thank. )

som fun facts:

born in 98 in the phillippines - traveled bc his dad was in the military

participated in the past year’s mgas

has a lot of vices - but is the farthest thing from a bad influence - can be kind of hypocritical when it comes to things like drinkin and smoking

is 20 years old, but has the soul of a 40 year old man

very quiet, often mistaken as aloof or stand offish - but in reality he is just super shy

is very friendly, pretty good at conversation once spoken to - is good at remedying awkwardness

currently a signed model at local agency in hongdae - does lots of editorial and project shoots - likes to participate in concept planning

has been on hiatus from his soundcloud for about 3 months now

he got a lovebird - his name is yeol - his dog dubu likes to mess with it so they’re like tweety bird and sylvester the cat ( but u kno dubu is a dog )

is a workaholic - doesn’t like being idol

busks at least once every two weeks - always wearing a bucket hat and all black

still can’t dance - but it ok. som1 help this boi

CHANGES:

the muse is mostly the same, a few changes are:

he was born in 1998 ( 20 years old )

he is a signed model instead of freelance, doesn’t work part time as much

he occasionally communicates with his father after speaking with him for the first time in 7 years

minor personality changes - more or less the same but he is a bit friendlier ( like, genuinely ), less simply polite because he has to be

NEEDED PLOTS ( events ):

COLLAB: ( 0/1, m/f, singer or rapper )

song ideas: - wine by suran ft changmo - waste it on me by rm and jungkook - lovely by khalid and billie eilish - i remember by byg and zelo - you and me by marc e bassy ft g eazy

MAKEOVER: ( 0/1, m/f )

feel free to go nuts - yeosang is totally okay with his face being completely done up and actually really likes shoots with dramatic or really intricate makeup.

DANCEOFF: ( 0/1, m/f, dancer or bad dancer don’t matter)

help

PLOT WIT ME ND MY BOI PLS THANK ilu all. ♡

#rkopenplot #( humun. )#(( come hither pls lov me ))

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susannedraws · 6 years

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Can you give the quick intro to BTS? I see so much stuff on tumblr but I don’t know where to even begin to see what they’re like or whatever. And please don’t let that awful anon make any part of your day less happy!

aah I’m so excited to introduce you to them!! Don’t worry I was overwhelmed as well when I first looked them up, they’ve been around for five years now so there’s a seemingly never-ending stream of music and videos to go through

For starters there are seven members; three rappers and four singers. There’s RM (his real name is Namjoon), the leader of the group, and Jin, Suga (Yoongi), J-Hope (Hoseok), Jimin, V (Taehyung) and Jungkook. Their latest album is called Love Yourself: Answer

They write, compose and produce most of their music themselves and the lyrics have deep meanings. They talk about mental health, living in a conservative society, rebelling against the status quo etc. Their latest three albums are about the cycle of a relationship, from infatuation to love to heartbreak to anger to self-realization. Their music videos also have an intricate storyline that connects them.

I’ll recommend you some of my favorite tracks and link you a video!

They have beautiful ballads like

Serendipity, The Truth Untold, Singularity, Epiphany & Spring Day

Then there are more upbeat pop songs like

Baepsae, Save Me, Blood Sweat & Tears, Run & MIC Drop

If you like rap you should check out

Cypher 4, Ddaeng, Outro: Tear & the mixtapes of the three rappers, they’re on soundcloud here, here & here

They have a twitter account where they post personal updates and there’s the official YouTube channel where there are hundreds of videos of their daily lives, like this one where you can watch them produce and practice their song Ddaeng. There are channels like Bangtan Subs who translate everything. Jungkook, the youngest one of the group, also films and edits his own vlogs and they’re gorgeous. They also recently had a show following their world tour on Youtube Red, the first episode is available for free here. Lastly there’s Vlive where they do livestreams and variety shows like Run BTS & Bon Voyage which are a lot of fun

I hope this helps! ♡

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ibangtanthings · 6 years

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Fake Love

PART 1

You slapped the money onto the counter and put the bagel in your mouth. As you walked towards the door a familiar face blocked your exit.

“It bothers me seeing you so preoccupied. Sit down. Eat your breakfast.” He reached for you bag.

You took the bagel out of your mouth and let him place your bag onto the nearest stool.

“It’s funny that you’re the one telling me this when you spend every meal in the luxury of your studio.” You said, taking a seat.

“Do you need coffee? You seem like you’re in a bad mood.” He said, sarcastically concerned.

You didn’t say anything and just looked out the window of the store. People were heading to work sipping on their own mugs of coffee. The dull bagel you had felt stiff and dry.

“Are you okay?” He asked, this time more seriously.

“Hm? Yeah. I was just wondered what these people would do if they knew who you really were. If you took off those sunglasses Clark Kent style. They don’t seem like they would care.”

He took off his hood and removed his sunglasses.

You went wide eyed. “What are you doing!?” You tried to pull over his hood again.

“You said you were curious about what they would do.” He said loudly.

“Shh.” You giggled, taking your bag and dragging him outside towards the alley.

“You don’t want to go to work today do you? This must be one of those rare times.”

“It’s 5AM, I’m guessing you have your clothes and necessities in this bag because you wanted to spend the entire weekend working, but I’m not going to let you become like me so yeah, let’s go somewhere.”

“How?” You laughed. “Do you have a disguised other than this?”

His all black attire and sunglasses where not as inconspicuous as he thought they could be. Your grey tracksuit wasn’t that stealthy either.

What curious teenage girl wouldn’t look at a couple of people walking together, trying to figure out if they were an thing or not.

“You’re a foreigner. If people look our way it’s because of you. I can just be your tour guide. Let me just buy something that resembles a uniform and a visor maybe? You know, long socks.”

“Well you do look kind of ordinary without makeup on...” You contemplated if this idea was going to work.

“Ordinary?” He said with a gasp. “Me? Are you blind?”

You laughed, falling into him much like Jimin every time he laughed.

“Let’s go.” He said pulling your arm and leading you towards the nearest clothing store.

His excitement seemed so odd and out of place considering the whole world seemed to have just woken up.

You wanted to crash and sleep, regretting not buying a coffee but being around him lifted up your mood, even when you guys were just working for hours on end.

It didn’t take long to find him an appropriate disguise, to borrow a car, and to rent out a small house by the mountains. With peace and quiet, and a nice place to have a barbecue, you felt like this was exactly what you needed. It had been so long since you guys had a break.

“So who’s coming?” You looked up and down the aisles of snacks. They each had a favorite.

“No one.” He said taking his favorite bag of chips.

“What? Why?” You asked, assuming plans were canceled.

“I didn’t invite them?”

“What? Why?” You asked again, even more confused.

“We started arguing last night about the apartment. You know, petty stuff.”

“Like cleaning?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, standing in front of the shopping cart.

He looked into your eyes. “Is that okay?”

You looked elsewhere. “I guess, I mean, the house is nice but what are we going to do? Listen to music? Cook and then watch a movie? We’ve never really done this before.”

“You don’t want to?” He asked.

If you weren’t okay with this, you could tell him. It wouldn’t be hard. He wouldn’t mind.

It was fine being honest with him.

“I know you’re lying. Jungkook said he’s bored.” You showed him the text on your phone.

“Y/N, who else was I supposed to invite besides them? Can’t I just spend a day away from them? From work?” He sighed, the stress starting to show.

“I am work.” You pointed out. “But I understand. I’m just the last resort.” You nodded, hiding a smile.

“No, you’re not. Stop teasing me. I’m not a bad guy, stop making me out to be one. I’m buying you all this candy.” He picked up the excessive amount of snacks in the cart.

“I can pay for it, if you don’t want to.” You picked out a few more bags of junk food.

His jaw dropped and he laughed. “You’re shopping for yourself aren’t you.”

He pulled the cart away from you, making you trail after him.

“It’s the least you could do after making me your last resort.” You retorted.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re a kid, it’s so much work.” He sighed.

“That’s why they call you grandpa.” You muttered under your breath.

In the end the cart was full.

You successfully got groceries and despite what he said, he had no problem dropping them off at your house. You grabbed a few spices, and a stuffed animal to help you sleep better in a foreign house.

On the rift to you fell asleep and you wondered how he was still awake considering he must have gotten up way earlier than you did. But when you woke up, you were more alert and well rested.

“Do you want to rest some more?” He asked, before getting out of the car.

“No. Let’s take everything out of the car and I’ll prepare the meat while you get the fire going.”

“It only takes a few minutes. I’ll help you make the ramen and the rice.”

“We got too much food.” You said worriedly.

“Leftovers for breakfast. Isn’t that what Americans love?”

“Yes but that’s like on Thanksgiving.” You assured him.

“Well then today is our Thanksgiving.”

“Okay.” You agreed but secretly, you contemplated how much you could eat before he could notice how fat you were.

Needless to say, you both ate a lot.

He was a really good cook. It was strangely attractive how he was so skilled when it came to the home life. He could be an IKEA chef and set up the furniture displays too.

When you told him that, he let out the most genuine laugh you’ve heard in a while.

It was dark out now, and the sky was actually sparkling with stars. Instead of watching a movie indoors, you guys just set up an iPad by the fire and roasted the marshmallows you couldn’t resist buying earlier.

He had never roasted them before.

“You roast people, not marshmallows.” You shook your head after he told you that.

“I need to write that down. That’s good.” He said.

You giggled, already high off of the sugar.

You snuck in a few selfies with him in the background. He didn’t protest at all and he even flashed his teeth at one point.

He noticed you frown as you looked at the pictures.

“What? I look better than you?”

You smirked but it quickly faded. “I can’t post these.” You gave him a sad smile.

“You can always make a private account just for our squad.”

“Don’t say squad.” You pushed his shoulder. “I can’t post them on the internet at all. Even on a private account, I wouldn’t risk it your privacy.”

“Sometimes it feels like you’re hiding a big secret right? Like there’s a whole other part of your life you can’t talk about or share.”

“Yeah.” You answered quietly.

“I know you must feel sorry, but don’t. I don’t feel different when I’m around you. Neither do the guys. We all feel like normal people around you.”

“You are normal people.” You reminded hIm.

You reminded all of them any chance you could. Sometimes even they forgot.

Sleep didn’t come anytime soon. You guys ended up drinking for a while, just talking about life, about music, and about the future.

The tipsy feeling came quickly but it was calming and comforting even. He was a calm drunk. You mirrored whoever was around and usually if everyone was there you’d be all over the pace but with Yoongi, it was really relaxing.

You began to count the stars and he said it was pointless so instead, you visualized what it was like back home in the states and explained it to him with much detail.

He was fascinated by your life and your journey into music. He envied your knowledge of hip hop and the environment in which you single-handedly helped launch one of the best SoundCloud rapper’s career.

He was your boyfriend but things quickly became sour and you fled to work somewhere else.

It was the best decision ever.

“Y/N do you want to know why I lied?” He asked.

Both of you were pretty drunk now. He talked more than you now.

“Because you hate them.” You laughed.

“No. I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“Then you should have just said so. You say, ‘hey do you wanna hang out?’ And then I’ll say ‘yeah, what are we doing?’”

“I was worried you might not want to spend time with me. We already spend a lot of time together.”

“Yeah but I wouldn’t ever say no. You’re my boss.”

He was quiet for a while. You began daydreaming as you watched the planes go by, sometimes looking like shooting stars.

“Do you want to date?” He asked.

You chuckled. “What are you saying?”

“I just wanted to spend time with you. Like a date. But I was too scared to ask you.”

You smiled at him. “You’re so drunk right now. Tomorrow you won’t remember any of this. Do I look pretty today or what?”

“Yeah. You make it hard to concentrate sometimes.” He said.

“Come on. You’re tired.” You stood up, half dizzy but you pulled him up too.

He was fine but you wanted to make sure he went to bed instead of going back to the kitchen.

“I really want to ask you out Y/N.” He said as he walked into his room.

“Min Yoongi, are you seriously that drunk right now? You seemed fine.”

He face planted into his bed.

“I didn’t sleep last night.” He groaned.

“Ahh that explains it. You’re delusional right now. Get some rest.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight. Make sure you brush your teeth.” You called as you left.

He half mumbled a response and you were kind of impressed he was still somewhat responsive. If you had woken up before 5 in the morning you wouldn’t have made it past 10 PM, let alone 3AM.

The next morning, he didn’t remember a thing obviously. But the following week was like deja vu.

Everyone came on the trip this time and yet again, lots of alcohol put them to sleep.

You didn’t drink and Yoongi only had one beer after you teased him about last week.

This time you guys watched a movie on an iPad. A horror movie. One he tried to watch without closing his eyes for more than ten seconds. He was trying to man up in front of you but you knew better.

“Stop looking at me.” He said.

“If I look away you’ll close your eyes.” You laughed as he stared at the screen.

He faced you, looking into your eyes.

You quickly looked away.

“What?” He said, looking at your smile.

“You have a really strong gaze. I feel like you’re challenging me. I don’t want to fight.”

“We’re not wolves Y/N. I don’t want to fight you.”

You met his eyes again, this time looking into them without shame. “There’s really something crazy about your eyes. It’s intimidating.”

It was like looking at something you hated but loved at the same time. Like when you couldn’t stop watching something terrible happening right in front of you.

“Do you like it?” He asked stifling a smirk.

You felt your breathing stop. You don’t even think he realized how close your faces were.

“What the hell Yoongi.” You blushed and hid your face into your palms.

“Sorry. I was joking. Did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, concerned.

You looked into his eyes again and he was genuinely sorry. His eyes went soft.

“No. I just-“

“Liked it?” He asked seriously, keeping your gaze.

His face got closer and you didn’t move.

Doubt ran through your mind. You wondered if this was really happening.

“Min Yoongi..” You whispered and he kissed you, placing a hand on your cheek as his fingers gently touched the back of your neck.

You responded to him without fear.

When he pulled away he looked into your eyes again.