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[blu-joons]

The Boys Meet Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Kim Minjun

Your smile softened as Minjun walked out from the nursery, your baby daughter held tightly in his arms. She was fast asleep as he walked through, with the two of you both knowing that the peace wasn’t going to last for long.

“I told her to make the most of it,” Minjun joked, knowing exactly what it was that you were thinking as your eyes followed them both across to the sofa, taking a seat down beside you.

Your head nodded as you peered across to take a look at her too, her eyes screwed tightly shut. “She’s about to be obsessed over,” you told Minjun, knowing just how excited the boys were to stop by and how thrilled they were to have a baby to dote over too.

Throughout your pregnancy they had been almost glued to your side anyway, but now that your daughter had arrived, they pestered constantly. None of them could wait to meet her, asking you every single day until at last you agreed to have them over.

Before you even had the chance to tell the boys all the details that you had for when they could come over, they agreed. They were desperate for the chance to say the least, with Taecyeon even adjusting his schedule too.

“You won’t have heard noise quite like this Y/D/N,” Minjun told her. “Your uncles can be very noisy when they want to be.”

“Your daddy is trying to pretend as if he’s not as loud as your uncles too though.”

Before Minjun could argue back at you, the buzzer to your apartment rang through. Your smile turned up as Minjun was left with an open mouth, unable to say anything as you stood up.

You carefully walked through to the front door, slowly opening the door to see five bright smiles staring back at you. As soon as there was enough room with the open door for the boys to walk through, they were pushing to try and get in first.

Their pushing and shoving soon stopped though once they walked through into your living, halting as soon as they saw Minjun sat with your daughter. “Look at the two of you,” Wooyoung gasped, the first to take a few small steps forward.

“Who knew Minjun would pull off the dad aesthetic,” Junho teased as he walked forwards too, hovering over Minjun.

Minjun shot a glare across at Junho as he came closer, “that’s you bottom of the list for who gets to cuddle her.”

“I didn’t mean it, don’t let me be last,” Junho frowned across at him.

“I think she’s beautiful,” Nichkhun chimed, trying to take the top spot.

Minjun’s smile turned up, seeing straight through Nichkhun’s tactic too. “I already promised Chansung that he could have the first cuddle.”

The other boys all gasped as Chansung walked through them all, his arms extended out and ready to take your daughter. Minjun carefully rose to his feet, placing your daughter down cautiously into Chansung’s hold.

“I drove them to the hospital when Y/N went to labour,” Chansung explained to the rest of the group, “but only on the promise that I’d get first cuddles.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Taecyeon groaned, “how come none of us got that choice?”

Minjun shrugged in reply to him, “we didn’t need five people to drive us to the hospital, and Chansung was just in the right place at the right time.”

“I would’ve driven you,” Wooyoung groaned as you made your way into the kitchen to start organising drinks for everyone. With Chansung smugly sat on the sofa in the living room, the others joined him, still pouting and complaining.

“Do you need a hand?” A voice asked you as you opened up one of the kitchen cupboards, reaching up and grabbing seven glasses onto the countertop.

Your smile widened as you looked to your left to see Nichkhun walking towards you, grabbing the last couple of glasses for you. “It still hurts to do a lot,” you sighed, letting him know just how hard of a time you were having, thankful for the help.

Nichkhun nodded understandingly as he started to take control of things for you in the kitchen, knowing that he’d get his turn to hold your daughter eventually. Instead he wanted to check on you, make sure that you were doing alright.

You were more than happy to stand back and let Nichkhun help you too. “Thank you,” you told him once he had everything sorted for you and the boys.

“There’s no need to say that,” he smiled back across at you, playing the filled glasses onto a tray to carry through. “I can’t begin to imagine what your body has been through this past week, you probably need the respite.”

Your head nodded as you followed behind Nichkhun back into the living room. “Minjun’s been amazing, but I can’t help but feel like I rely on him too much,” you admitted, keeping your voice quiet so that none of the others could hear you.

“It takes time, you shouldn’t rush something as huge as giving birth,” Nichkhun reminded you, keeping his eyes on you as you walked. “You know that if you ever need help and Minjun is busy, I’m only a phone call away from you.”

As soon as the two of you walked back into the room, groans came from the boys again as they saw through Nichkhun. None of them thought he was helping, instead they guessed that he was being nice to be next after Chansung.

You didn’t mind at all though as you took a seat beside Minjun on the sofa. “How does it feel to have five babysitters around for a little while?” You asked him with a chuckle.

“It’s nice to relax for a little while,” he smiled at you.

A hum of agreement came from you as you relaxed back against the sofa, “I could get used to this,” you laughed, watching as Chansung continued to dote over your daughter whilst the rest of the boys all made room for the drinks that Nichkhun brought.

It was exactly how you hoped that things would be, the boys were more than happy to do anything for you, all keen to get the chance to hold your daughter. For once too, you and Minjun were able to take a breather for a little while, after a week of full on baby watching, and sometimes panicking, now you had the boys to help you out.

“I think we should move in you know,” Taecyeon told you both as he continued to watch Chansung, noticing Nichkhun edging closer and closer. “Think of all the help you guys would have if we were here constantly.”

“There is no way that I’m going back to those days,” Minjun sniggered.

“The dorm wasn’t even that bad,” Junho told him, pushing gently against Minjun’s leg. “Plus we’ve grown up since then, I mean we’ve got husbands, dads, successful actors and idols, I think it would be a good idea.”

Minjun’s head continued to shake across at Junho, “as soon as Y/D/N’s bath time arrives, I’m kicking you guys out.”

“You’re so cruel,” Wooyoung frowned, turning his attention to you as he joined Junho’s side. “Y/N, you wouldn’t want to get rid of us, would you? We can all be as helpful as Nichkhun whilst you recover as you need us to be.”

“An hour with you guys is enough,” you teased, “but you know that in the day you’re always welcome to stop by whenever you want to.”

Minjun’s eyes widened as you spoke, “always?” He asked you, unsure if you’d realised what you had said.

“Y/N said always,” Junho cheered, “prepare to be disturbed you guys.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said always.”

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[chicken-fifi]

The Build Up | Jun.K (2pm) Imagine

Pairing: Kim Minjun x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi Fifi! May I please request a fluffy light smut fic with a lot of fore play for fem reader x jun k making love for the first time? thank you so much! Your taecyeon first time fic was amazing

Genre: NSFW, fluff

Word Count: 599 words

A/n: written during my car fixing adventure with my brother less than two feet away from me... fun times i tell ya

Tunes: songs from my daylist: drama korea ost saturday evening

Minjun’s fingers moved with expertise as they ventured across your thighs whilst his lips left open mouthed kissed down the column of your neck. You hummed in delight, hands dancing over his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you and forced him to press more of himself against your frame. 

A movie followed by a simple dinner.

Dinner and a move. That’s all it was supposed to be.

Yet now the two of you were currently in a cramped backseat of a car, unable to keep your hands off of one another. The skirt you were wearing was only getting in the way of the pleasure you were both so desperately seeking. You could feel Minjun’s fingers slide under your underwear rubbing your folds and collecting your essence before fully slipping into you. His lips were now pressed against yours, muffling your moans, the squelching sound of his fingers entering and exiting your cunt filled the air, accompanied by occasional pants.

“You’re so wet,” Minjun moaned, kissing your exposed shoulder. “God I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

You whined at the loss of contact as he removed his fingers, taking the soaked garment with them.

“Think you can take me now like this?” he asked, practically begging for you to say yes.

Did he wish it could’ve been in a different place? Absolutely. Minjun wanted your first time as a couple to be somewhere that wasn’t the back of the car, preferably it would’ve been a nice fluffy bed, with nice clean sheets. A shower meters away for him to clean you off, allowing you to relax in a deep slumber once you’re fully spent.

But he’ll have to make do with this, if you agree that is.

“Please,” you moaned, hand going to his hip and pulling it flush against you. “Minjun, please.”

He didn’t waste any time in unzipping his pants and quickly pulling out his cock, pumping it a few times before patting his pockets for a condom. He huffs when he can’t find the tiny foil package. There’s no way this was going to play out well.

“Just pull out,” you whined. “When you’re close, just pull out Minjun.”

Minjun has never jumped at a proposition like he did then. Without any more time wastes, he ran the tip of his cock down your slit, tapping it a few times before asking for confirmation once again, earning a nod as he slid to the hilt. The two of you moaned from the raw feel. Every single ridge you felt was heavenly, and it only amplified when he began moving. His thrusts were slow and powerful, the small space only aiding in adding friction and heat making you reach your high rather quickly.

Minjun quickly pulled out without wasting a second, pumping his cock a few times finishing himself off. Rope of his white seed few like soft ribbons landing on your lower stomach as he leaned back, using the headrest of the seat behind him to rest for a bit as he chest rose and fell heavily.

“Please let me go another round when we get back to my place,” he asked. “You deserve so much better than this quickie.”

“Was this a build up then? A taste of what’s to come?” you asked with a smile on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he threw leaning back down and kissing you passionately. “Do you want to stay back here or do you want to move back to the front seat? Either way my hands are going to be on you.”

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[pinkbrries]

JUNE’S CELEBRITY CRUSHES

june’s masterlist

MIN YOONGI — BTS ♡

*pretends to be shocked*

june talks more about yoongi than she talks about jungkook😭 and that’s her WHOLE BEST FRIEND

minjun has had this crush since she met yoongi for the first time. she always thought he was so cool and handsome, and he was always really kind with her everytime she saw him

someone asking her ideal type? watch her reply with “suga sunbaenim” in a heartbeat. not even a single ounce of doubt in her voice

imagine little june meeting rookie yoongi being all cool and kind, she was like 🥰 oppa is so cool

he’s like ‘that best friend of your older brother (aka jungkook) you have a crush on’ kinda thing

she loves the rap line, but for her? min yoongi is such an awesome person🫶 (hobi is lowkey resentful it’s not him😕 JZKSJS)

yoongi knows about this crush tho, and he finds it funny and adorable lol

jungkook is always teasing june about it, but does she care? no❤️

NAM JOOHYUK — ACTOR ♡

okay but can you BLAME HER??? LOOK AT THIS MAN!🫶

she saw him for the first on ‘moon lovers’ and she was all ❤️_❤️

listen, she’s a simple woman: she sees an amazing actor with amazing visuals? she’s sold

she even had him as her lockscreen😭😭 dating rumors were made up and she literally turned live just to show everyone her lockscreen like 🧍‍♀️📱”this is nam joohyuk sunbaenim??? wish he was my bf tho

nam joohyuk is her favorite actor, she hopes she can meet him in some near future

let’s hope for the best minjunnie🤞

KIM HONGJOONG — ATEEZ ♡

oh man… she developed a crush back during her mixnine era

she was like ?? hello??? he’s so talented and attractive???

she tried befriending him back then but he was so shy and kinda quiet,,,, so she just befriended jongho and wooyoung. she’s kinda acquaintances w him tho

when they debuted she sent all of them a congratulatory message, and she just became an atiny because !!!!! ateez is so COOL man🫶 (stan ateez for a better life)

again, she admires the rap line (bc mingi is so cool too<3 she met him through wooyoung lol) but for her? heart eyes for kim hongjoong❤️

LEE JIEUN — SOLOIST ♡

there’s something jungkook and june share beside being besties, and that’s their love for iu HEJWJS

she loves LOVES iu like fr, that’s one of her celebrity crushes and role models right there!!!

her first audition ever for sm was an iu song….. imagine for how long june has admired her omg

june is always playing iu’s songs whenever she has vlives or she talks about her songs whenever she has the chance. she’s always like !!! iu sunbaenim !!! an ICON!!!!

she legit cried when she got an autographed album by her (courtesy of yoongi when he worked with her<3 shootout to him. the only man ever!!)

she’d literally fight ANYONE that tries to come in contact with that damned album because it’s such a prized possession for her (sunghoon got biten because he tried to touch it… deserved)

she dreams of becoming a great producer or songwriter so maybe she could make a song with her in some near future, go follow your dreams my little june!!

JEON WONWOO — SEVENTEEN ♡

june has it bad for him since his pre-debut era

she was curious about ‘seventeen project’ back in 2015, and she just… fell in love with jeon wonwoo

LISTEN!!! she was like? 13-14 y/o and she was so mesmerized by every single svt member but for her, jeon wonwoo had something different

nonetheless to say, seventeen is one of her favorites groups and jeon wonwoo is one of her ultimate bias

she was the happiest when she had the opportunity to attend svt’s first japanese concert and she saw this dude

imagine little june holding a banner with wonwoo’s name on it to show her support😭 SOBBING BRB

she lowkey hopes she can become closer with him since they practice in the same building (and since some of the svt members have adopted june as their daughter already lol)

IM CHANGKYUN — MONSTA X ♡

okay, i think we have established something here: minjun has a thing for rappers and for people that joined survival shows

changkyun is no exception okay,,,, she would watch “no.mercy” but when she saw him joining mid-competition, she couldn’t help but feel bad abt him:// like WHY IS EVERYONE SO RUDE TO HIM?>:(

after he debuted, she was like !!!! deserved king !!!!

she loves his deep voice and the way he raps like 🧎‍♀️ he’s so talented bestie?? HELLO???

she finally met him during that midnight idol interview and she was so heart eyes😭 AND LITTLE GIGGLES AND STUFF HELP

she blushed so hard when he said that minjun was really pretty, watch stan twitter post the video and being “same june” JXKSJS

leave her ALONE! im changkyun is literally so attractive and kind and talented and 🫶🫶🫶 we love changkyun in this house

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[atmagics]

City Lights

Genre: Established relationship, soft, fluff.

Paring: Kim Minjun (2pm) and You (y/n).

This just happened because Kim Minjun was mega cute eating his banana yesterday and then he posted the video of the city at night and well... he made me feel romantic.

I really hope you enjoy this,it was random and out of the blue, please let me know what you think, your comments will be very much appreciated.

Ps: Guys we really need to prepare for 2pm's comeback!!!!!!! I'm mega excited! ENJOY ❤️

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You were leaving work, it was a busy week, thank God the day was over, but you'll have to take the bus to go home, so exhausting.

You were saying goodbyes to your coworkers when you saw him, waiting for you outside his car, looking down.

When your eyes meet his figure an instant smile was draw to your face, your heart got excited and you felt butterflies in your stomach, he always made you feel like this, every time, even though he has been your boyfriend for quite a while, you don't understand how he can manage to make you feel like a teenage girl.

"Minjunie" you call his name and he looked up, giving you a small smile, you felt your heart racing more and ran to him wrapping your arms in his waist, smelling his cologne and letting him know how much you needed him tonight, he was your safe place, with him you felt relax, you felt at peace.

"How was your day baby" he said with a soft voice responding to your hug, you look up to meet his gaze, his dark black eyes were bright, joyfull, he's always so happy and positive, those are just a few of the many things you love about him, he's your sunshine.

You took your time to answer him, because you lost yourself for a moment in his gaze, "Gosh! I'm so thankful to call this man mine" - you thought -. He just looked at you with a cute smile waiting for your answer.

"It was so stressful, I'm exhausted, I want to go home" you said while pressing you more to his chest.

He put his hand on your face caressing your cheek with his thumb and said "ok dear let's go, I'll make you dinner and then prepare a bath for you, sounds good?" you gave him a big smile "Sounds amazing Minjunie". He gave you a little kiss on the forehead took you by the hand and open the car door for you.

You both were on your way home, Minjun played a soft romantic ballad and the entire atmosphere of the ride changed.

Even though you were tired, the city looked beautiful, every day you walk the same streets but tonight everything felt different, the air was running into your face, the night breeze move your hair and also a little hair strands in your boyfriend's forehead.

"Mine Minjun" - you thought - who couldn't be more perfect tonight, he looked like a paint. The city lights were giving him the right amount of brightness to his gorgeous face features, you could appreciate more how handsome you boyfriend was, you admire every inch of his face, his manly jaw, his slim tall nose, his plump heart shape lips and you were lost in his presence. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world because he was yours and only yours.

He looked at you with the corner of his eye and asked you "¿Is something you want to tell me sweetheart?" You felt a little shy because he notice how you were looking at him and you just move your head like a negative, tonight words weren't enough to express how you felt towards him, words couldn't possible express how perfect he was at this very instant, you just reminded silent.

"It's ok my love, I love you too" he said while taking your hand into his and entangle your fingers, kissing the back of your hand.

You rested your head in his arm, feeling secure that if Minjun was next to you, you can overcome anything.

END.

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[imagineurfavs]

Just One Night (2PM Jun.K smut)

“I still Stan 2PM and I 💕 Minjun! Waiting till 2020 is 😭 May I have a “ he’s home on vacation from army, so you having all the fun 😉 you can , before he has to go back” small drabble/ story? Please and thank you.”

(A/N I stg minjun isn't even my bias but like bruh the things I'd let him to do me...lord. Also strap in lol its long, sorry if you wanted something short i guess i got carried away lol oof...)

Word Count: 1575 words

It was such a rare occurrence these days that both you and Minjun had a free day at the same time. He hardly ever had days off from his military duty and when he did, you were always super busy with work so you couldn't spend really the time you wanted together. Only a couple of hours here and there before you both had to go back to the real world and leave the one shared by only the two of you.

But today was not one of those times. You'd told a little white lie to work, saying that you had a small family emergency to tend to and would be back tomorrow. Whilst they were thinking you were busy helping a relative, you were really sitting in your car in a small side road waiting for Minjun to appear so you could spend the full day together.

You were flicking through your phone as you waited, looking at all the photographs you'd both been exchanging for the past few months, always accompanied by messages detailing the desires you had for each other whilst you were apart. Just as you were beginning to get totally lost in your thoughts, a small tap on the passenger side window snapped you back to your senses.

"Y/N"!! he exclaimed as he swung open the door "Oh my god I missed you so much" he said, flinging his bags in the back seat and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"me too, you can't even imagine..." you breathed out as you began pulling out of the secluded road you were parked in.

“Is there anything you wanna do today, it is your first full day off in a while, after all” you asked casually as you drove down the highway, warm sun beaming through the windows, illuminating Minjuns skin in gorgeous golden tones.

“Can we just...go back to your place, please baby” You heard from beside you, accompanied by the feeling of a large hand being placed on your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly.

A breath hitched in your throat as you swallowed loudly “Oh...sure” you said reaching to give his hand a quick squeeze, catching his meaning.

The short drive passed by in a comfortable silence, Minjun’s hand resting on your thigh throughout, rubbing small circles into your leg with his thumb. You were focused on getting you both home safely, but you could feel his strong gaze burning into you the whole time.

Whatever tension had been building between you both heightened tenfold once you arrived home and had to ride the elevator 8 floors up, cramped between an array of other people. His warm breath hitting your skin as he whispered in your ear “I can’t wait to get you inside and show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“Minjun...people” you replied quietly with a giggle, quickly turning your face away to avoid his teasing glare. He got slowly more and more daring as people started filing out of the elevator at each level. His hands running slowly up and down your hips, resting just on top of the zipper to your jeans.

The elevator opened at your floor and you both made your way out slowly down the corridor.You walked in to your apartment, throwing your keys down, saying with a laugh “wow, could you have been any more obvio- “ before being spun around quickly and pressed tightly to his chest.

“Well, I've gotta make sure people know you're taken, even thought i’m not here most the time” The coarse skin of his fingers travelled down your body, resting on the small of your back, pulling you into him and closing the remaining gap between the two of you. His lips moved with yours as he slowly walked you both back towards the large kitchen counter.

The familiar taste of Minjuns lips, the taste you’d missed so much, began spreading over your tongue as you pushed it past the barrier of your mouth and into his own. You held his face in your hands, thumbs running over his sharp jawline, pulling him closer to you. A small groan emanated from his mouth as he took a small bite to your bottom lip.

“Jump” The single word hit your ear, his low tone sending shivers throughout your body. Just as your feet left the ground, he caught you, warm hands on the underside of your thighs, keeping you elevated. With one swift movement he hoisted you up and placed you on the counter top, positioning himself between your legs.

Leaning back on your elbows, you watched his gaze travel down your still clothed body, taking your entire presence in. His eyes getting darker the more he stared.

“You can take my clothes off, Minjun” you teased as his hands came to a stand still just above your hips.

“I know, I’m just...I’ve missed you so much you have no idea”

Memories flashed through your mind of all the nights you’d spent alone in bed, thinking of this exact moment, of course you’d missed him too, but your mind was only focused on one thing at the moment. “Well then show me”. 

With those words of confirmation from you, he raked his hands under your shirt and over your waist, pulling your clothes off over your head. Hovering above you he attached your lips together once more, more ferocious than before. Your fingers taking purchase in his hair as his made a bee line to your core.

Slipping his hands inside your underwear he shot a smirk at you, separating your kiss for a moment “I know its been a while, but wow...baby, you're so wet for me already”

“Oh shut up and just touch me please!” you taunted, unable to wait any longer, pulling his face back to yours.

He let out a small breathy laugh into the kiss as his fingers went between your folds rubbing quick small circles on your clit, a quiet gasp coming from your lips as your head fell back from the arrival of the feeling you’d waited so long for.

His lips trailed to the crook of your neck, taking small bites on the soft skin as he pushed a single finger inside of you, curling it a few times before effortlessly adding a second. Your hands began blindly finding their way to his own trousers, making quick work of getting them undone.

He let out a hiss from behind gritted teeth, eyes fluttering closed, as his cock sprung free, the cold air of your kitchen hitting his hot tip. You wasted no time in sitting back up and wrapping your hand around his already hard dick. He locked eyes with you as you made one long deliberately slow stroke, your finger lightly grazing over the slit.

In the blink of an eye and without a single word he removed his fingers from you, picked you up and moved you both to your bedroom before placing you down, sprawled out on the bed. Crawling on top of you slowly, his build imposing but safe, he placed an arm either side of your face.

“I didn’t wanna cum in the kitchen...” A smile formed on the corner of his swollen lips, holding back a giggle “I had to get you in here and do it properly” He brushed his thumb over your flushed red cheeks as he placed his tip at your entrance.

He entered you at an almost unbearably slow speed, coming to a stop when his hips were flush with your own. Letting you get adjusted to him after such a long time without feeling each other, he connected your lips once more in a delicate kiss, your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each other until you signalled to him that he could move.

With an equally slow movement he removed himself from you, ran his tip over your core, gathering your juices before burying his cock in you faster than before. He set a firm but fluid rhythm, maintaining eye contact as he disappeared deep inside you, your hip bones clashing with each thrust.

You began to feel your orgasm quickly approaching, that familiar knot in your stomach returning; every sharp movement pushing you closer and closer to your peak. Minjun once again took his lips to your skin, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your collarbones, sure to leave violent purple bruises in the days to come. You held on tightly as you feel your muscles begin to contract, the warm skin of his back under your fingertips becoming sticky with sweat as he pushes you over the edge of orgasm.

Your climax washed over you as your back arched upwards, your breasts meeting with Minjuns chest. A cry of his name along with the clenching of your walls around him was enough to make him come undone inside you, your name falling from his lips over and over as he continued to sloppily work you both through your shared orgasm.

He remained on top of you, your chests flush against one another, in a comfortable silence, feeling each others’ heartbeats for what felt like forever. He turned on to his side, holding you in his strong arms. Feeling at home in his embrace you allow sleep to take you, choosing to forget the small amount of hours you had left together

(WOWOWOWOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT OOF SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY I GUESS???? i stg minjun just has this certain...energy y’know? i could write for him forever lol)

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[promise-ill-be-blog]

Loneliness (2PM Jun.K Scenario)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Yay, final one in the ‘Emotions’ series!

The living room was dim, the only light coming from the television screen displaying Looney Tunes. You typically didn’t watch cartoons, but you weren’t really paying attention to it anyways. The only thing you were paying attention to was how incredibly lonely you were. You tried various things to clear your head: watching something, bathing, doing some light cardio, and reading. Nothing helped and you weren’t tired, so sleeping wouldn’t help.

All of your friends were working except for one, but you were too shy to contact him. He was, admittedly and unfortunately, the one guy you had developed feelings for. He was insanely charming and handsome to you, but you knew he wouldn’t pay any attention to you. Being a celebrity, he was surrounded by beautiful women all the time, meanwhile you were a plain jane.

You pulled up his contact info on your phone and stared at it for a few moments before shooting him a text: “Hey, Minnie. Are you busy?”

His response was almost immediate: “Nah, I have plenty of time. What’s up?”

You had to take a deep breath to slow down your heartbeat before replying: “I’m just a little lonely, but everyone else is either working or partying...” You were too embarrassed to outright ask him to come over, so you only insinuated it and hoped for him to catch on.

Your heart skipped a beat when his reply read: “Awe, no one deserves to be alone on a Friday night :( I’ll be over in a few!”

You didn’t know how to reply, so you didn’t. Instead you anxiously paced around your house, waiting for the doorbell to chime.

The brightness of car headlights shined through the living room window and you know it was Minjun, so you unlocked the front door and opened it. He walked up to you and enveloped you in a tight hug. You smelled alcohol on him, so you pulled away and asked, “I thought you weren’t doing anything when I had texted you?”

He smiled and rubbed your arms. “I was only having a few beers with the other 2PM members... except for Taecyeon. He’s filming a few things.” He stepped past you and sat on the couch, patting the cushion next to him.

You closed the door and locked it, and sat next to him. “I wish you would have told me, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered you. Did you tell them that you were going to hangout with me?”

“No, I just told them I was tired, which isn’t entirely a lie. I haven’t drank in a while, so it’s made me a little sleepy.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you to him, soothingly rubbing your arm.

“Are you always this affectionate when you’re tired?” You giggled.

“Mmhm,” he hummed and quickly passed out. You were conflicted about whether or not you should sleep next to him, but opted against it. Instead you covered him with a blanket and curled up in your own bed. You didn’t really get a chance to hangout with him, but maybe tomorrow.

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ghostin || part 2 (finale). (m.)

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❧ summary ⟶  ❝Though I wish he were here instead. Don't want that living in your head, he just comes to visit me when I'm dreaming every now and then. ❞

❧ pairing⟶ seokjin/reader

❧ genre⟶  angst, angst, and angst … did i say angst? + a bit of fluff? friends to lovers.

❧ word count ⟶ 18,000+

❧ warnings ⟶ major character death! sad ending. descriptions of grieving process.

❧ part of the  ⟶ thank u, next series

part 1 || part 2 (final)

“H-He did the right thing,” Jimin stutters, and you were sure he hardly even believed what was coming out of his own mouth,“What he did was selfless,”he declares.

“No he broke my grandma’s heart!” Jia scowls at Jimin, “What a jerk…” she huffs, having been fully engrossed in your story.

“No he’s right,” you say, shocking Jia, “It was an act of complete selflessness and in a sense, I applaud him for being able to do it because God knows I wouldn’t have been able to,” you sigh, “But ask yourself Jimin, in a week from now would you regret it?”

He looks as if he’s about to nod his no, until you add to your question, “How about a year? Maybe two? What about three? Just how sure are you about it?”

He remains silent.

“Tell you what Jimin,” you pause, “Only if you’re one hundred percent sure that you’d have absolutely no and I mean zero regrets about your decision then go ahead and leave,” you say, and he looks at you in a confusing manner, “You heard me, you can get up and leave right now, but,” you add emphasis to the word, “if you have even the slightest bit of a doubt, then all I ask of you is to hear this story till its end.”

Jimin, who by now had grabbed his jacket from the table in preparation to leave, now hesitated. Before you went up to him, he was so sure he wouldn’t regret it… but now after hearing a part of this story of yours… that confidence was long gone. Because if history truly was repeating itself, then he wanted to know the ending to this tale.

And so remaining in his seat, a look of determination covered his face.

“Okay then,” you mutter, ready to continue.

“That night I had cried in that diner for what felt like hours. It wasn’t until the waitress had to tell me that they’d be closing soon that I remembered I was far from Seoul, and so instead I went to my parents’ house and spent the night crying in my mom’s arms. I didn’t tell her right away, but I knew that she had known. Because honestly why else would I cry that hard.

Still though, I kept my mouth shut about it for the week that I slept over there, thinking deep down in my heart that he’d come back and tell me it was all a big mistake. Because if he did, I would’ve forgiven him. Maybe give him the silent treatment for a bit, hell even make him beg a bit, but I would’ve still forgiven him nonetheless.

When I went back to Seoul, I stayed in the same apartment. I paid the same expensive rent despite there only being one person living in there now. I stayed there because every afternoon I’d come back from work with a tiny feeling of hope that when I’d walk in, I’d find him in the kitchen like I always did after work, eating God knows what.

Sadly it never happened....

In the beginning I’d have no problem visiting my parents in their home, that continuous hopeful side in me thinking I’d be able to magically see Jin at his parent’s house. 

In reality the only person I’d occasionally see was his mother, who greeted me the same way she always did, acting as if nothing happened. I’m sure Seokjin must’ve told her through a phone call, but yet like the amazing person she was, she never asked me any questions about it. Never uttered his name around me, instead asking about trivial things like my career and such.

With no update on where Seokjin was, or what he was doing, it was only a matter of time in which I’d realize that things just weren't going to play out like how I imagined them to. The charming prince in my story had truly left.  

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and soon months turned into years. I stopped visiting my parents house as much, and ultimately began to ask them if they could come out to Seoul to visit me rather than the other way around. As going home only served as a reminder for me of what I had lost. No… of what had left me.

And so after about two years of being single, I finally began to date people for the first time in my life, until soon enough I met someone by the name of Seojun. Though it wasn’t exactly love at first sight, it was definitely my first serious relationship since my break up with Seokjin, and slowly I really did fall in love.  

I had successfully forgotten about Seokjin.

At least I thought I did ….

I guess this brings us to where our story begins to end….

1999. 

“My loneliness is killing me,” you whisk the batter of the cake you were making, “and iiiii,” the shiny ring placed on your left ring finger shines even under the kitchen light, “I must confess I still believe,” you pause for a moment, “I still believe,” you horribly sing the ad-lib to Britney Spears’ chart topper of a song, “...Baby One More Time”.

Out of nowhere, the music on the radio is turned down, “I think that’s enough whisking y/n,” your mom chuckles, “any more and you’ll over mix it.” 

Sighing, you follow your mom’s orders.

Today was Christmas, and like every other year, you were spending it at home with your parents. Your fiancé, Seojun, who was out of town to celebrate the holiday with his family as well, would arrive in two days. It was the best compromise the two of you could make, with the agreement that the roles would be reversed for the following year.

Taking out the baked bread she had put in an hour earlier, she immediately sets it down on the cooling rack placed on the table, “You’re going to have to take these to Mrs. Kim right now,” she mentions, while cutting the bread into slices.

Silently, you nod, ignoring the drop in your stomach that you’d feel whenever you had to interact with anything that forced you to remember him. 

Despite you successfully managing to forget about him in terms of your daily life, Kim Seokjin just wasn’t someone you could ever completely forget. No matter how much you wanted to.

Wrapping parchment paper around the pieces, you help your mom tie the cute little pieces of red string around it, her belief of presentation adding to the flavor still ringing true to this day.

She inspects them one more time before placing them into the woven basket decorated with many other Christmas like things, along with the two gifts she bought for the twins, “Make sure you remind her about coming over tomorrow with the kids.”

Nodding, you place your coat on and begin to make your way out, “And tell her I said Merry Christmas!”

Making a motion with your hand that you heard her well, you close the door before she can add anything else.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Ah y/n,” Mrs. Kim greets, pulling you in for a hug, “Merry Christmas,” she says.

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Kim,” you smile at her, handing her the basket.

“Come in, come in,” she insists, and reluctantly you do, “I swear everytime I see you it feels like I’m only getting older,” she chuckles, “You don’t want something to drink? Maybe some wine—”

Laughing at her enthusiasm, you say “It’s fine Mrs. Kim,” while looking around the place. She had done an amazing job at decorating this year, not like she never did, “Where’s Mr. Kim?” you ask in curiosity.

“Ah he’s not coming till later, had some paperwork he wanted to finish up at work,” she explains, and you nod in understanding.

“Merry Christmas!” two voices simultaneously yell, and immediately you're met with a giant hug from the two twins.

Eyes widening at how big they had gotten, a smile covers your face, “Now I’m the one who feels like I’m getting old,” you comment, resulting in Mrs. Kim to laugh. 

The two, who had to be at least 13 years old by now, were definitely going through the phases of puberty by now.

Ruffling their hair, you recall how baby-faced they once were, only imagining how different they’d look in a couple years time. 

Minjun, who now sported braces, was the first to speak, “Woah, it feels like we haven’t seen you in forever!”

Yeonha adds on, “Yeah! You’ve gotten so….” she stops herself from continuing, but you know what she wants to say.

“Old,” you finish for her, pretending to be angry by placing your hands on your hips.  

She awkwardly laughs, scratching her neck, a habit she must’ve picked up from her older brother, “Of course not!” she tries to play it off.

“I’m only 25, turning 26 in a couple of weeks if you really wanna be specific, but that doesn’t make me old little lady!” you scold.

She raises her hands to her defense, while Minjun comes to her rescue, “I think the word she was looking for was mature,” he says, “I mean you’re dressed like those office ladies we see on TV,” and you’re unsure if the comparison was supposed to be a good or bad thing, but nevertheless you change the topic, not wanting to fluster them any more than they already were.

“So any gifts you two are wanting this year?” and immediately Yeonha’s face lights up at the question.

Eagerly she nods her head, “I think Santa,” she sends her mom a mischievous look, “is getting me a new beeper this Christmas,” 

Mrs. Kim playfully rolls her eyes.

“Santa heard from a little birdy that your old beeper wasn’t stolen, but got dropped in water,” Mrs. Kim comments, and immediately Yeonha’s face pales.

She turns to her twin brother and smacks him in shoulder, “Hey!” he yelps, “it wasn’t me!” he scowls, “It was probably Jin,” and even by a single utter of his name, you feel your heart begin to race, “I swear, it’s like you purposely forget what you tell him on the phone sometimes,” Minjun continues to ramble on, clearly upset by the accusation of being the snitch.

“I think I should get going,” you suddenly interrupt.

“Oh but you just got here,” Mrs. Kim says, failing to notice why you were suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

“Yeah!” Yeonha adds for support, “Jin’s supposed to get here any second now,” she wiggles her brows, even after all these years, still clearly unaware of the circumstances for your breakup.

Mrs. Kim looks surprised at Yeonha’s sudden announcement, “He was supposed to get here at 8,” she mumbles, a wave of guilt washing over her.

You send her a sympathetic look, knowing that it wasn’t her intention to put you in an uncomfortable position, “I’ll see you all soon, I promise,” you say, and Mrs. Kim now barely notices the ring on your finger. A subtle gasp escaping from her lips.

With your hand on the handle, you begin to open the door, “And Merry Christm—”

Stomach dropping at the sight in front of you, you feel as if a semi-truck had hit you, rendering you at a loss for words, “Y-Y/N?”

The first thing you notice about him is the length of his hair. It seemed as if he had grown it back into the mullet he first had when you met him, only this time it suited the mature aura he seemed to have. 

Dressed in a black turtleneck, matched with black pants and dress shoes, you weren’t sure if you were in shock because he was right in front of you for the first time in nearly 3 years or because of how easy it was for him to get your heart racing.

It was weird really, despite his change in appearance, for some reason even now you were sure that he was still the same old Seokjin you’d always known.

Noting that you’d been staring at him in silence for quite a while, you finally manage to spew something out, “S-Seokjin,” is all you manage to stutter under your breath.

The twins share a troublesome look to one another, “Come on you two, Mom made Pajeon,” Yeonha says, pulling the two of you by your respective hands and forcing you both inside, “We can all eat and catch up,” she smiles wide and big, “I’m sure you two would love that,” she winks.

“I d-don’t,” you attempt to say something, but too flustered for your own good, you remain in shock. 

Glancing at Mrs. Kim, you notice the contemplative look on her face, as if she was debating with herself in terms of what to do.

Making up her mind, she announces, “I’ll get the plates ready,” much to your dread. 

Awkwardly, the two of you are seated across from another, the tension in the room only building as you wait for the food.

“Soooo……” Yeonha breaks the silence that fills the room, “What have you two been up to?” she glances at the two of you, waiting for a response.

Feeling a knot in your stomach, you continue to remain silent. 

It also didn’t help that Seokjin’s gaze had remained on you this whole time. It was as if he was studying you, analyzing you the same way you had done to him. He wanted to see if you had changed.

Feigning a cough, he ultimately speaks. “Shouldn’t you already know Yeonha,” he questions her, “unless you haven’t been listening whenever we talk on the phone…”

Her face reddens, “Of course I have! You just went to Taiwan recently to consult for some business company and do those boring analyses you always do.”

He shakes his head, “Then there’s your answer,” he simply states.

“Business? So he really did end up giving up on his dream ….” you think to yourself, a bit saddened at the fact. A part of you always assumed that Jin had left you to be well on his way to stardom, that when he left you that night, he truly was being the selfish person he claimed he wanted to be.

“Y/N? …” the sound of your name being repeated brings you back to reality.

For a moment you look confused, “I said what about you?” and for the first time since your breakup, both you and Jin make eye contact, easily taking your breath away.

Face reddening, you take a while to respond, “I um—” flustering with your words , you continue, “I’m um— the head writer at the same company I worked at years ago,” you force an awkward smile on your face.

“Oh…” Jin says, “Do you like it over there?” and the question brings you back to that first car ride to the diner when you had just moved to town. His delivery of the question still as blunt as before.

“Um yeah …” you reply, fidgeting with your fingers.

He genuinely smiles, “I’m glad,” he says, “really I am,” he adds for extra comfort.

And before you could say thank you, his mother enters the dining room, the plate of Pajeon in her hand, along with other side dishes, “Here you kids go,” she places the things on the table, “Make sure you eat it while it’s hot,” she warns before making her way back into the kitchen.

It’s only until you grab the piece of Pajeon with your chopsticks that he finally notices it.

He finally notices the shiny diamond ring you sport on your left index finger.

“You’re engaged,” he suddenly announces says , face unreadable.

As if the room wasn’t awkward enough….

Gulping, you nod, “Yeah,” you exhale, “it happened a couple of months ago,” you add.

The two of you stare at each other in silence, “I’m happy for you,” he gives you a small smile. Silently patting his mouth with a napkin, he gets up from his seat, “Well I just came back from a pretty long flight so I’m pretty tired, so I think I’m gonna head upstairs,” he avoids eye contact for a moment, a sign that he was lying, “Jet lag you know?” he awkwardly laughs, “But it was nice seeing you y/n…”

Getting up as well, you decide that it was best you left as well.

“Merry Christmas y/n,” he says one final time before heading up stairs.

“Merry Christmas to you too Seokjin,” you whisper under your breath.

“Since our breakup three years before, Seokjin had never once gone back home for Christmas, which was why I felt so sure that he wouldn’t that year, but of course I was wrong. So when I told my mom she immediately began to panic for me, remembering that she invited Mrs. Kim to come over the next day, and well of course she didn’t want to be rude and rescind her invitation.

And so I told my mom that it was fine. Whether Seokjin decided he wanted to come over or not, I’d be just fine. At least that’s what I tried convincing myself of…”

“Seokjin, we’re going to be headed our way now,” Mrs. Kim yells over the blasting music. God, did Jin feel like a teenager again. “If you change your mind well … we’ll be right next door!”

He hears her footsteps going down the stairs, signalling that she was gone.

Engaged …. You were really engaged ….

The image of the ring on your finger was the only thing that remained in his mind the night before, and it was what was haunting him even now. 

He wasn’t sure what came over him, you were happy, you had found love in someone else just like he’d hoped for years ago. 

He should’ve been ecstatic for you … but he wasn’t.

Several questions pondered in his mind once he saw it. Who was the guy? How did you meet? When were you sure you loved him? Was he treating you better than he ever did? Could he give you the future you always wanted? Just how happy were you?

Sighing, he gets up from bed, not wanting to sulk for any longer. 

He had to do something, anything, for the meanwhile that he was back home to get his mind off of this. And so grabbing his jacket, he prepares to leave, unsure of just how long he could be in the same proximity as you without doing something he’d regret.

The sounds of crickets chirping fills the air, a wine glass in your hand as you look at the stars above in the sky from the comfort of your front porch.

Inside, your parents were talking about the most mundane of things with Jin’s parents, while the kids were busy preoccupying themselves playing with their newly gifted Nintendo 64. And after getting tired of constantly losing to them, here you were, taking a break from the chaos going on inside.

Seojun was arriving tomorrow, from there you’d only be here for the remainder of the weekend and then back home to your apartment in Seoul, as if nothing ever happened. Ever since yesterday, something was eating at you. You just weren’t sure what. And the only thing you could look at to ease your anxiousness was the ring on your finger, a solid reminder that you had a future to look forward to and that the past was buried six feet under.

Taking a gulp of the drink in your hand, you mentally curse Jin. Why did he have to return? Out of all years, this had to be the one he chose to magically come back in? “Damn you Seok—”

“Y/N?” you look up to see the person you were just damning, car keys in hand. It looked as if he was originally planning on going somewhere, but must’ve walked over here once he saw you sitting here by yourself.

“Seokjin,” you say, a mixture of both shock and displeasure evident in your voice.

Relief washes over him when hearing your response because unbeknownst to you, from afar you looked as if you were completely knocked out, a result of the position you were in while you were deeply thinking. Immediately he eyes the wine glass in front of you, everything beginning to make sense.

“You looked um—” shaking his head, he disregards what he was going to say, “Sorry I’ll just get going.”

And maybe it was the wine talking, but rather than keep quiet and watch him leave, you call out to him, “You can—” you hesitate to continue, “You can sit here if you want,” you say, “that’s only if you want to of course, I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to because I’m not exactly physically capable of doing that and—”

Jin interrupts your tipsy rambling by sitting at an appropriate distance from you, a soft chuckle escaping from his lips, “You always did like getting drunk off wine,” he whispers under his breath, a small smile on his lips.

For a while, the two of you remain in silence, simply staring at the view above. That was of course until you asked him a simple question, “Where were you going?” you mumble.

Bringing his attention towards you, his eyes soften, “Just wanted some fresh air,” he simply answers, being completely truthful.

Silently you nod, “Mm that’s good,” you say, your cheeks a soft tinge of red because of the wine.

“So…”

“So…” you mimic him, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

“How have you been?” he attempts to break the ice, “I realized I didn’t really ask you that yesterday…”

It was funny really, the two of you truly had become strangers in a sense, just like how he said you two would be that night. But in a way, it also made things more interesting, it was as if he was getting the chance to know you for the second time in his life.

“I’ve been..” you hesitate to find the right word, ultimately deciding on the simplest one you knew, “I’ve been good,” you say, “I’m doing something I love, have an apartment I completely adore, and I found someone—” you stop yourself from continuing.

“You found someone you love?” he says for you, and silently you nod, remaining silent for a moment.

“Why did you—” you pause before continuing, “Why did you become a businessman?” you ask, the question having been on your mind since the day before.

Casually, he shrugs, “There was no future in the world of entertainment for me y/n,” he states, “so I went back to college, worked my ass off, and got a degree in financial accounting. From there the job offers came pretty easily and now I’m a traveling business analyst.”

“Did you do it because of your da—”

He’s quick to nod his head no, “I did it for—,” and at the last second he changes what he was originally going to say, “I did it for myself,” and you feel yourself getting angry.

“But it wasn’t what you dreamed of, it wasn’t something you loved!” you unintentionally shout.

“Hey hey hey,” he places a hand on your shoulder, “any louder and the whole neighborhood will hear you,” he attempts to joke around, and you feel your face get redder than it already was.

Letting go of your shoulder, he looks back up to the stars, his voice becoming soft, “The night I told you about wanting to seriously pursue becoming a director, you told me that if I failed, the real question would be if I’d be able to accept it…” your gaze falls on him while he continues to look up into the sky, “At first I wasn’t able to… I was too ashamed to admit to failure, but—” he smiles, “when I finally did, it almost felt liberating. And so I realized sometimes you have to give up the things you love, for a better shot at a future.”

Bullshit.

Complete bullshit.

That’s what you want to say to him.

And so you do.

“That’s complete utter bullshit Seokjin,” you mutter, taking a sip of your drink, “because if it isn’t then that makes you a selfish person, and you’re the farthest thing from selfish. So that’s just bullshit and you know it.”

He laughs, “It is, isn't it?”

Not expecting him to agree, you look at him in shock before grouchily looking away, focusing your gaze on anything but him.

Failing to hear the brief sharp hissing sound of his zipper being pulled down, you suddenly feel the placement of his sweater over your shoulders. You furrow your brows in confusion, “You’re shivering like a chihuahua,” he explains, scratching his neck like he always did whenever he was nervous.

Crossing your arms, you attempt to hide your face which you were sure by now was as red as a tomato. What the hell were you doing? Sitting here talking to your ex boyfriend of 6 years while your fianceé was probably well on his way here… it was wrong, it was inappropriate. So then if you knew that then why did it feel so … you brush the thought off before you could complete it.

“Because he was your friend first and as much as you hate to admit it,  he'll always mean something to you…” you tell yourself, feeling guilty at the thought.

“Y/N?” he says your name, bringing you back to reality.

You look at him, wondering why he said your name out of the blue.

“Do you—” it was now his turn to hesitate, “Do you hate me?” he finally asks, and immediately your mind says no. You could never hate him, even if you wanted to.

He stares at you, anxiously waiting for a response.

“No I don’t.” you simply say, not bothering to elaborate any further, but for Jin that was enough. It was enough to tell him that you still …

“Seojun…” you whisper under your breath, a car pulling into the driveway of your house, a look of surprise on your face. Immediately you push off the jacket from your shoulders, catching Seokjin by surprise.

“So this is who he is…” Jin thinks to himself, watching the handsome man come out of the car, a grin on his face as he locks eyes with you.

Walking towards him, Jin watches as you lovingly greet the man with a kiss to the cheek, the two of you then walking towards him. “Seojun this is Seokjin, his parents are the neighbors,” Seojun offers his hand out, a polite smile on his face, “Seokjin this is Seojun, my fianceé,” the two shake hands. Your past and present finally meeting.

“Seokjin which means to be a great treasure,” Seojun attempts to make small conversation.

“He’s a linguist,” you explain, awkwardly chuckling, noting the fake smile on Seokjin’s face.

“Mm I see,” he mumbles, bitterness in his voice.

“I thought you weren’t coming till tomorrow?” you ask your fianceé, still surprised by his sudden appearance.

He shrugs, “What can I say, I got bored,” he laughs, “So I said my goodbyes early, and decided why not come here to surprise you,” he kisses your forehead, and Jin feels the green eyed monster making its way out.

“Well I should get going,” Jin states.

“You sure?” you widen your eyes at Seojun’s sudden question, “I mean I love your dad y/n but it’d be nice to have someone else to talk to,” he chuckles, “and well I definitely wanna hear about what y/n was like as a teenager from someone who isn’t one of her parents.”

You and Jin both make awkward eye contact, unsure of what to say. “Maybe some other time,” Jin manages to say, “I have to um…” he flusters, “um..”

“Finish typing up that business report you were talking about,” you make an excuse for him.

He snaps his fingers, pretending that that was what he was trying to say, “Mmhmm yeah!” he scratches his neck, “My job just doesn’t want me resting, not even for the holidays, you know how it is...” he adds on, coming for the Actor of the Year award at next year's Oscars.

Seojun surprisingly believes it, “Damn, that’s too bad,” he scratches his chin, a sign that he was thinking of something, “Well are you coming to our engagement party? Maybe we can talk then,” he says, and if your eyes weren’t already wide enough, by now they were well on their way to falling onto the floor. Seojun was just too kind for his own good.

Jin practically chokes on his own spit, “I um—”

Realizing that you probably forgot to invite him, Seojun interrupts before Jin could feel any more embarrassed, “January 12, at the Lotte Hotel in Seoul, 6PM sharp.”

Feeling his face get red, Seokjin nods, “Yeah I’ll be there,” he forces a laugh.

Patting his shoulder, Seojun smiles, “I look forward to talking to you then,” he says, beginning to make his way inside, with you following closely behind, a guilt-ridden look on your face.

Now by himself, Jin silently cursed to himself. Damn him! Seojun wasn’t at all the asshole Seokjin made him out to be in his head. But damn did he want him to be one…. then it’d be much easier to hate the man, and it’d make him much less guilty for what he was planning to do….

“After that night, I’d go to sleep scared. Not because I was in danger in anything, but because I was scared about the feelings I’d repressed for so long now starting to return. I was scared of looking back…”

Patting down your black fitted cocktail dress, you look at yourself in the mirror for a final time, “Everything is going to be just fine,” you whisper to yourself, having cooped yourself in the ladies restroom for quite some time now. 

You couldn’t help it, the moment you saw the twins walk in with Jin’s mother, you knew it was only a matter of time before Jin walked in.

Ever since that Christmas weekend, his sudden return into your life had been eating you alive. You had gotten over him, you were sure of it. No … you are over him. Point. Blank.

This ring you wore on your finger signified that you were over him, that there was a different future to look forward to now. That whatever was meant to be in the past was no longer an option for you now. Right?

The door suddenly opens, “Y/N, there you are!” your mom comes in with an upset look on her face, “the host of the party can’t just disappear whenever she wants to,” she scolds.

Staring at her with a doe eyed look, you want to tell her everything. Everything that you were currently feeling, every question, every doubt that was crossing your mind since Jin’s return. But instead you just look away, making your way out.

“Taiwan huh? I’ve always wanted to visit there,” you hear your future brother-in-law, Hoseok, say. 

He, along with Seojun, Seokjin, and some other guests were currently discussing God knows what in a social circle.

“Y/N,” Seojun calls out to you, a grin on his face.

Immediately you make eye contact with Jin, feeling your every movement being scrutinized under his gaze. 

Sucking it up, you plaster a smile onto your face, reminding yourself that in a couple of hours you’d be in bed, with the only other times you’d have to see Jin being your rehearsal dinner, which was the night before the wedding, and the wedding day itself. And even then he would just have to be another face in the crowd of guests.

Seojun places a kiss to your cheek, “Jin was just talking about his adventures in Taiwan, I’m thinking it might be a good destination for our honeymoon,” he says with genuine excitement in his tone. Oh how naive he was…

“Oh…” is all you can say, struggling to keep the smile on your face, “um yeah, I guess that would be a nice place to go, wouldn’t it?” you attempt to stay engaged with the conversation, and it seemed as if it was enough to fool Seojun because soon he was talking about something else with another guest. 

But clearly it wasn’t enough to fool Jin, as he currently had his gaze fixed on you, occasionally taking a sip out of the glass of whiskey in his hand.

“I think I’m gonna go out and get a breath of fresh air,” you whisper to Seojun’s ear, and silently he nods, distracted by the conversation he was currently having.

Going out, you make sure not to be seen by your mother, knowing that she’d only scold you again for trying to leave. And so like the cowardly person you were, all you could do was hide and wait in the hotel’s little garden, sitting on the stone bench, the smell of the flowers somewhat relaxing you. 

God, did you just want this night to be over already…

“You shouldn’t have come here,” you suddenly say, feeling the presence of someone behind you, but you knew exactly who it was.

“You looked sad,” you hear Jin say, genuine concern in his voice.

You remain silent.

Sighing, he sits next to you, the moonlight framing his face in such a way that he almost looks ethereal. “Originally I wasn’t going to,” he says, understanding the double meaning to your words, for you meant that he shouldn’t have came to this event at all, “But I needed to see it with my own eyes, confirm that it wasn’t just some—”

“What? Some joke?” you scoff, “Some wretched attempt at getting over you…”

Now it was his turn to remain silent.

You shake your head, “3 years Seokjin,” you say, “3 years you were gone and you just had to come back the year I get engaged,” you bitterly chuckle, wishing you had a drink in your hand, “funny how life works huh?”

Silently he nods, agreeing with you, “I guess it was just a natural sense,” he attempts to joke around, but you remain silent, “I’m sorry,” he randomly says and you look at him confused, “For coming back,” he elaborates on the apology, “if I’d known beforehand I wouldn’t have come back to town for both of our sakes,” he chuckles, being completely honest.

“Hand me that,” you motion to the drink in his hand, and without question he does. Taking a giant gulp, you then finally say something, “I’m getting married in 6 months Seokjin,” you remind him of your future fate, “it was going to happen before you came back, and it’s happening even after,” you turn to face him, wanting to make sure he understood that at this very moment you were placing a line between you two, one that you hoped was unbreakable.

He returns to stare, “I know y/n,” he simply responds.

“Do you?” your face twists into a frown, “Because I know you Seokjin and something in my gut is telling me that—”

“Y/N I know,” he repeats, “but just answer one thing for me…” he pauses, contemplating on whether to continue but does so anyway, “Do you really love him?”

And just as you’re about to respond, he interrupts, “But I mean genuinely y/n, enough where you really can picture the rest of your life with him with absolutely no regrets, no what if’s…” he adds.

Could you? You ask yourself. Could you really imagine being with Seojun with no regrets…..

To Jin, your silence was enough of an answer, but before he could get a word in, a voice suddenly interrupts, “Y/N!” Seojun calls out, “There you are,” he exhales a relieved sigh, “We’re about to cut the cake,” he glances at Jin, nodding as a way of saying hello.

“Oh right ...” you get up from the bench, a black cloud hanging over your head, “I’ll see you at the wedding Seokjin,” you look at Jin a final time, the statement ultimately acting as your answer.

“The six months went by in the blink of an eye, but each and every night when I went to bed, it ate me alive. 

The lies I was telling my fianceé, the lies I was telling myself, everything was just becoming too much. 

And as the date loomed closer and closer, it was only getting worse. And so the night before the rehearsal dinner I finally came clean…”

Staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom, you’d become accustomed to the sleepless nights for the last six months, faint lines beginning to form under your eyes. 

In less than 48 hours you’d be a married woman, welcoming a future you’d always wanted. So then why was it now, you still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

“Wedding jitters?” you hear Seojun whisper beside you, and you find yourself shocked that he was still awake. Usually he was quick to fall asleep, a deep sleeper as well, so to find him awake was pretty unusual.

You remain silent, hoping he’d just fall asleep, but like the caring person he was, he softly nudges you despite knowing that you were ignoring him, “Seojun, go to sleep, it’s late,” you mumble in the darkness, reminding you of a memory from long ago.

“Something’s bothering you,” he says, now turning to face you, and he nudges you a second time, “You know you can tell me anything…” he adds, wanting to reassure you.

This was your chance, your chance to tell him everything before it was too late. It was speak now or forever hold your peace, and so sighing, you position yourself to sit up, turning on the bedside lamp.

“Seojun I haven’t been completely honest with you…” you announce, now avoiding eye contact. “And well you deserve to know the truth because you’re an amazing person who deserves nothing but the bes—”

“Y/N,” he interrupts you, a soft laugh emitting from his lips, “I know Seokjin is your ex, and I know he still loves you,” he drops the bombshell of news on you, and you could’ve sworn you felt your jaw hit the floor.

“W-wait w-w-what?” you manage to breathe out, and it only makes him laugh again.

He now sits up, nodding his head, “I knew the moment you introduced his parents as the neighbors rather than calling him an old friend,” he chuckles, “you were trying to make it seem a little too platonic,” your face squirms, “and well you’re not exactly the best liar,” he pauses, “Plus your mom isn’t exactly a quiet speaker so when I heard her rambling to your dad about the situation, I sorta just knew.”

“T-then why didn’t you call me out on it?” you immediately ask, but before he could respond, you continue to ramble, “God, I’m so sorry Seojun,” tears well up in your eyes, “I love you, I really do,” you say, completely truthful, “but I-I-I—” you struggle to continue.

“But you also love him,” he completes for you, a look of understanding on his face.

Immediately you nod your head no, “No I don’t it’s just—”

“Y/N it’s fine,” he says, grabbing your hand, but you still refuse to admit it.

“No Seojun, you don’t get it. I love you, I do, more than you ever know and I’m ready to start our future together but—” you look away, “as much as I hate to admit it I’m always going to feel something for him because he was my first love,” you whisper the last part, “but you’re my last,” you reaffirm.

Seojun smiles sadly before sighing, “I know, which is why I sorta just let it be that night at the engagement party because well... I figured that if you were able to make it to the aisle without turning back it meant that you truly did love me,” he pauses, “Because even now you have the choice to turn back y/n, you do understand that right? I won’t be mad, I won’t be too sad, and I won’t hate you for it because I understand,” he says and you feel a teardrop fall from your eye, “that night I overheard him ask you if you really loved me and though you didn’t immediately say yes, you also didn’t flat out say no. And so it seems you’re at a crossroad… ” he whispers.

“Seojun…” 

He squeezes your hand, “When you step on that aisle then I’ll have no doubt that you’ve completely unregrettably chosen me,” he says, “and if you don’t then I’ll know you were just never meant to be mine,” he smiles softly.

A silence follows.

“Tomorrow he’s going to the rehearsal dinner, and I’m assuming it’ll act as his hail mary. His final attempt at getting you back,” he suddenly says, “and so it’ll be your time to make a decision … a future with me or a look back at the past with Seokjin,” and he kisses your cheek, his way of saying goodnight before making himself comfortable in bed again, quickly falling asleep, and leaving you in the same sleepless state you were already in before.

He was right, knowing Seokjin tomorrow he was going to do something because you were 100% sure that he would never grow the balls to object to the matrimony in front of everyone. And so as the clock kept ticking, it was only up to you to decide your future.

“The next night came quicker than expected. After all of the guest greetings and pretentious conversations I had to make, it was time for the guests to make a toast. By then I had already made a decision in my mind, I just didn’t expect everything to happen the way it did….

For over the last 50 years I’ve constantly looked back at that night and have asked myself where it went wrong, what could’ve gone differently, what if this, and what if that… as it was never meant to escalate to the point it reached...

But it did … and as much I would love to go back in time and change everything, I can’t. And that’s just something I’ve had to accept, no matter how much it hurts…”

Clink. Clink. Clink.

You eye Jin as he gets up from his seat, his glass of sparkling water in his hand. 

You’d been avoiding him like the plague the whole night, just wanting to get to the wedding day as soon as possible.

You attempt to remain calm. 

He wouldn’t do it, not here in front of everyone. If he really cared for you like you believed him to, then he wouldn’t. 

You knew Jin, and he was the kind of person to pull you to the side or find you alone like at the night of the engagement party in order to tell you something. Never would he stoop so low to do something like this…

Feigning a cough, he speaks, “I want to make this as quick as possible, don’t want to take too much of everyone’s time,” Jin’s mother glances at yours, the two of them unsure of what was going on, “So where do I begin…” Seojun looks at you with an impassive expression, your conversation from the night before coming to fruition, “Ahh I know,” Jin snaps his fingers, “So for anyone who doesn’t know, I actually dated y/n first…”

“Seokjin,” his mother attempts to stop him by harshly whispering his name, but he relents.

“We dated for about 6 years actually, to a point where we sure that we’d spend the rest of our lives together,” he scoffs, “but then I ruined that by breaking up with her,” he reminds you and everyone else around you of the fateful night, “which I know is shitty of me to realize just now how much of a mistake it was. But I mean what are the chances that I come back the year you’re about to get engaged, I mean that has to mean something right?” he rambles, almost as if talking to himself, convincing himself that this was the right thing to do.

Everyone sits in shock of the words spewing out of his mouth, certain that this was only something that happened in movies, never imagining that it could actually happen in real life, “I’m only saying this now because I realize it’d be even more of a dick move of me to object in front of everyone,” he chuckles to himself, “And so I’m doing this now, in front of everyone y/n…” he locks eyes with you, “I’m sorry,” he whispers, “but this is our last chance, a final shot at the future you’ve always wanted... with me.”

The silence in the room was deafening.

Slowly you get up, a heavy feeling weighing down your chest as you clear your throat before speaking, “I know this is a lot to ask but if everyone can get up and momentarily leave the room, I’d really appreciate it,” you announce, “I’d like to talk to my friend privately for a moment,” you look down to Seojun who nods understandingly.

Without question, Seojun begins to lead everyone out, until ultimately it was only you and Seokjin standing by yourselves, a scene all too familiar to you. 

“Y/N…” he begins, but you’re quick to cut him off, your hand placed on your temple.

“Why?” your voice breaks, any emotion you’d been withholding beginning to unravel, “Just why?” is all you’re able to ask.

“Because you don’t love him y/n,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear, and it’s at hearing that, that you feel a shift in mood.

“But I do Seokjin!” you yell, seeing nothing but red now.

Silence momentarily lingers in the air, until you scoff.

“What were you thinking, Seokjin? That you could just come back into my life and I’d welcome you back with open arms?” you ask, tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall with every word you got out.

He shakes his head, “No but—” he hesitates, walking closer to you, “what are the chances y/n? What are the chances I come back to town the year you’re getting married—”

“The only reason I’m getting married to someone else is because you left me!” you interrupt him, reminding him of the choice he made years ago.

He looks away, “You don’t get it y/n,” he mumbles under his breath, beginning to grow frustrated.

“What’s there not to get Seokjin?” you push at him, now yelling, “If I hadn’t gone looking for you that night, I would’ve been left with nothing but a goddamn note—”

“I was doing what was best for you!” he yells in return.

“For me?” your voice shakes, “Leaving me at a diner in the middle of the goddamn night with some poor excuse wasn’t the best for me! Leaving me to cry in bed, by myself, for almost 2 years straight wasn’t the best for me! Leaving me, not knowing where the hell you were for almost 3 years wasn’t the best for me!” you finally explode, years and years of anger now revealing itself.

“Everything I had felt, the sadness, the anger, the frustration, everything … was finally being released…”

“I begged for you that night Seokjin, begged!” you emphasize, the tears that had been building up, now falling hysterically.

“I was just trying to do what was best for you,” he says, completely and wholeheartedly honest, because it was true. At the time he really was doing it all for you, and you understood that now, truly you did.

“But I just couldn’t let it go… I was still hurt, and that hurt was what was holding me back. That hurt was what was preventing me from walking out the back door with him, ready to finally start that future with him I always wanted…”

“I didn’t need you to do anything for me!” you yell, “I was a grown woman Seokjin! Capable of making my own decisions, just like I am now!” your heartbeat slows down, “I gave you my heart that night Jin!” your voice cracks, not only feeling your heart break for the second time in your life, but all by the same person, “It was you who left me! Not me, you!”

“Because I didn’t want to hold you back y/n,” his voice breaks, “Because at the time I couldn’t give you the things you wanted.”

“And I told you I didn’t care!” you cry out, “Because for me all that mattered was being by your side…” a silence follows, “You were my first love Seokjin,” you breathe out, “the first boy to make me feel completely and unconditionally loved and so for that I thank you,” you say, “I really do…” you grab his hand, “but this—” you struggle to say the words.

“But this is the end,” a tear falls down from his eye, and you can only stare at him in sadness.

“I’m choosing Seojun, completely and unregrettably,” you whisper, placing a final soft kiss to his cheek, “I’m sorry,” I’m sorry for being unable to let go, is what you want to say.

“So then I should go,” he quietly says, and silently you nod, letting go of his hand in the process.

And he watches you as you walk away, “Y/N,” he says your name for a final time and you turn around, sadness still etched in your face. 

There’s a brief silence before he continues.

“Live—” he hesitates, “Live a life you’ll be proud of,” he reminds you, and to that you send him a small smile. A chapter in your life coming to its end.

“And so the next day was the wedding....” 

“How are you feeling y/n?” your mom comes up to you from behind, practically feeling just as nervous as you were.

You pat down your dress, sighing in the process. Ever since last night, there was a churning feeling in your stomach that had been bothering you, but you reasoned with yourself that it must’ve been due to the events of the night prior, “Nervous but I should be good to go,” you respond, and your mom gives you a smile of reassurance.

Curious to see how many guests had arrived already, you look out the window of the room you were in, which gave a perfect view of the venue. Scanning across, it seemed like everyone was here except… 

“Where’s Mrs. Kim?” you ask, “and the twins?”

After last night’s events, Mrs. Kim had gone up to you frantically apologizing for her son’s behavior, rambling about understanding if you didn’t want her at the wedding anymore, but you were quick to tell her that it was fine. That just because Jin did what he did, didn’t mean you didn’t want her attending. Which was why now seeing her seat empty along with the twins’, you were not only confused but a little hurt.

“Maybe they’re stuck in traffic,” she reasons, “they did leave quite late,” she adds.

Deciding it was best not to dwell on it too much, you push it to the back of your mind, “Let’s get this show on the road,” you ultimately say, ready to get married.

“You have to remember that in the early 2000’s, not everyone had mobile phones yet because of how expensive they were. People were still used to calling a house phone by memory and crossing their fingers that you’d pick up. You couldn’t just send a text message to absolutely anyone whenever something of importance happened…” you explain, your voice beginning to shake, “you couldn’t inform someone of an emergency until God knows when,” a tear falls from your eye, “Because if you could, then—” you let out a heart wrenching sob.

“Grandma?” Jia says in concern.

“Then I would’ve never gone through with that wedding…”

Seokjin was tired, no … he was exhausted. 

God, was he such an idiot. What the hell was he thinking doing that? You were right, did he really think he could just waltz back into your life and everything would just go back what it once was? And to see you cry like that only made him realize even more of what a complete selfish asshole he was.

But at least, you both found closure right? That was all that—

The sound of Seokjin’s car engine making an ugly noise breaks him away from his thoughts. Almost immediately, he pulls over to the side of the road, purposely stopping near a payphone for reference.

Grabbing the flashlight from his compartment box, he gets out of the car and lifts up the hood of the car.

“Hmm...” he hums, nothing seemed wrong. It was probably just his car’s way of saying that it needed to be replaced by a newer model soon. 

He smiles, tapping the hood once he placed it back down. He’s had this thing since his first year in college, it being by his side almost as long as you had been, if not more.

Yawning, he gets back in the car, the need to fall asleep becoming a little too overwhelming. Placing the key back in the keyhole, he turns it in order to turn on the ignition, but to his surprise the car refuses to start, “Come on LadyBug,” he says, the name of the car being something you and him both made up on a drunken whim, it sticking ever since.

Deciding to be stubborn tonight, LadyBug relents. 

Sighing he grabs his Nokia phone from the glove compartment, the giant words of “NO SIGNAL” only making him sigh more. He just wanted to go home and sleep already.

Getting out of the car once more, he walks towards the phone booth, inserts a quarter, and dials the number of his parent’s house phone. As much as he hated to ask for help, desperate times called for desperate measures, and his dad should be home.

“You have reached the voicemail box of 45x-7x8-87xx, please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeeep,” the automated voice instructs.

Seokjin groans, maybe his dad was asleep, “Hey dad, I’m sorta stranded out here with a car that doesn’t seem to want to start and well … I think Mom is still at the rehearsal dinner with the twins,” Seokjin begins to ramble, “She’s probably on her way back home, but you know her,” he chuckles, scratching his neck, “she still refuses to get a mobile phone so there’s really no way of calling her till she gets home,” despite his father not being on the line, he still felt awkward asking him for a favor, “I’m on interstate 6, you know … the usual route to get from Gwacheon to Seoul. Well, I’m gonna try calling someone else just in case you’re asleep… bye,” he hangs up the phone, disappointed that he was going to be stuck here longer than he hoped for.

Who else could he call, hmmm.

Ah! Yoongi! Hell maybe even Taehyung or Namjoon! Though it’d been a while since he last saw them, he was sure they’d be willing to do him the favor.

Quickly dialing their numbers one after another, he’s met with the same automated message of, “We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check your number and try your call again.”

“Damn, they probably changed numbers,” Seokjin mumbles to himself, unsure of what to do.

Glancing at the time in his watch, he realizes just how late it was. Who else could he call….

The image of you appears in his mind, but he’s quick to shake his head no. He was the last person who could call to ask for a favor, but damn was your number the only number he had left in his memory. 

And it wasn’t like he could sleep in his car for the night, that was only an invitation to get robbed on the side of the road. 

He needed some kind of help, and quickly at that. And the chances that you were already home were pretty high, never being much of a partier to begin with.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, promising himself that this would be the last time he ever asked you for anything. He could only hope that you still lived in the same apartment….

“We should really start heading back home,” you whisper to Seojun’s ear, the rehearsal dinner having only awkwardly resumed about an hour or two ago. Things were barely beginning to get comfortable again among the guests, not like you could really blame them, they had just witnessed something that looked like it came out of a movie.

“Y/N,” he chuckles, “Have some fun,” he says, as this was probably your 10th time saying this in the last hour, “You deserve it,” he tries to convince you, your whole mood having gone sour since the whole mishap.

Sighing, you look away shyly, “I don’t know Seojun—”

“Come onnnn,” he teases, gently pulling you into a hug, “Just one more hour.”

You roll your eyes, “Hm fine,” you say, easily convinced, “but only one,” you reaffirm.

He nods, “only one.”

“Hello, we are currently either sleeping or—Jin I’m making the message for the voicemail thingy majiggy—” the sound of a high pitched laugh in the background is heard, and Jin remembers how he had been poking fun at you for using your “I mean business” voice, “as I was saying, we are currently either sleeping or at work! Sorry we couldn’t reach your call at this time, but please please please leave a message after the beep and we’ll make sure to get back to you as soon as we can! You ready? Beeeeeep!”

Jin laughs at how silly you sounded, surprised that you hadn’t changed the message in the last 3 years. It probably meant you had no reason to, considering it was pretty rare that you didn’t pick up a phone. 

Meaning maybe you weren’t picking up on purpose….

Jin shakes his head, reminding himself that he was calling on a payphone and that there was no way you could see it was him. It was just self doubt getting to him.

“Hey y/n it’s me um Seokjin,” he awkwardly laughs, “I know I don’t really deserve to be asking you for a favor right now, but um,” he exhales a deep breath, “I’m sorta stranded right now and well I tried calling everyone else I could think of at the top of my head, I swear, but no one picks up,” he wants to make sure you understand that you really were his last option, “I promise that after this it’ll be the last time you see or hear of me, but I’m just really tired and well I just wanna go home and sleep. So if you can, I’ll be on interstate 6 with LadyBug,” he chuckles, “Um …” he’s unsure of how to end the voicemail, “I’ll see you soon then… bye ….”

Sighing, he walks back to his car, deciding he was going to try one more time before officially giving up. Twisting the key, he could only cross his fingers that it’d start up.

Vrooom.

A toothy grin appears on Jin’s face as he childishly celebrates, “Oh thank God,” he whispers to himself, rubbing his eyes and preparing himself for the drive ahead.

��Y/N,” your mom calls out to you from the dance floor, a shock ridden expression on her face, “Y/N!” she yells again, this time grabbing your attention.

“What is it mom?” you ask, unaware of the severity of what she was about to tell you.

“We need to go outside, I—” she seems out of breath, “I need to tell you something,” her voice shakes, and an immediate concern covers your face.

“Right now?” you ask, confused as to what could be so important that she needed to tell you at this very moment, in the middle of your wedding reception.

Silently she nods, leading you outside, her hand intertwined with yours. Your dad, with a solemn expression on his face, follows not too far behind.

“Something’s happened y/n…” she begins, voice wavering, “It’s about Seokjin…”

Inaudible words are spoken. 

And soon you fall to the ground, the shock paralyzing you in such a way that you were sure this had to be some cruel nightmare, the sound of silent muffled sobs escaping your lips and filling the air. 

A tragic story coming to its end.

“He died that night driving,” you hauntingly say, “A car had swerved into the opposite lane, and he was just too tired,” your voice shakes, “He didn’t see it in time,” tears fall down your eyes, “He died that night thinking I didn’t love him when in reality I loved him more than ever before. I was just too prideful to admit it,” you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

Jimin and Jia were at a loss for words, shock running through their veins, their eyes wet with their own tears, “You-You’re lying…” Jimin’s voice breaks, unable to comprehend what you had just told them.

“His mom didn’t get the call from the police until she got home, and even then she immediately rushed to the hospital, clinging onto the tiny bit of hope that he’d be just fine,” you shake your head, lips quivering at the recollection of everything, “She told my mom the next by calling my dad’s travel phone, felt like as a close friend … I deserved to know.”

“Grandma…” Jia says weakly.

“I always ask myself what if I hadn’t agreed to stay that extra hour that night. What if I had gone home like I should’ve and heard that voicemail? Because if I had, I would’ve gone to go get him without even a second thought. But like I said, I’ve just had to accept that what happened happened, and there’s nothing I could do to change that.”

Seojun gently knocks on your bedroom door, dressed in an all black suit, “Y/N…” he softly says your name, “Today’s the funeral… you,” he pauses, “you have to get up…” his voice is gentle, but firm, “You—” he hesitates, “You have to go y/n, you have to say goodbye,” he whispers.

He hears you attempt to muffle your sobs, just like you had been for every night of the last month. But in a room full of utter silence, it was almost impossible not to hear you. 

“Y/N…” he slowly enters the dark room, heart breaking at the sight of you aimlessly staring at the ceiling. Sitting beside you, he begins to gently run his hand through your hair, an effort to comfort you.

But the heartfelt action only makes you sob harder, reminding you of the person you had lost, “I—” you barely croak the words out, “I just want to sleep,” you whisper, because you knew that it was only in your dreams that this wretched reality no longer existed. It was only in your dreams that he still… existed. It was the only time you were truly happy.

But by going to that funeral, it meant coming to face with the reality that everything was indeed real. That Kim Seokjin was truly dead.

“I know you do y/n…” he frowns, “but you have to say goodbye,” he repeats his words from earlier.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Didn’t he understand? You didn’t want to say goodbye! You weren’t ready, and you weren’t sure if you were ever going to be.

“I don’t want to,” your voice cracks, face feeling moist because of how much you’d been crying.

“I-I know y/n but—” he’s unsure of what to say. What the hell could he say? You were mourning, you were heartbroken. The man you loved more than the world itself was dead, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

“I have to say goodbye,” you quietly mumble into space, the phrase echoing inside your mind, “I have to say goodbye,” you repeat for a final time, an empty look in your eyes.

The rain pours as you watch the casket get lowered, almost as if grieving itself.

There’s a haunting emptiness in the atmosphere, everyone still in too much shock and disbelief to believe that this was all real.

All you could do was blankly stare at what was in front of you, trying your best to tune out Mrs. Kim’s raw sobs, the sound being too much to bear. 

She had lost her very first born. The child she learned how to nurture, the child whose job was for her to protect, the child who was one of her greatest joys in this world, but most importantly the child she had no doubt loved unconditionally. And so to hear her cry with such a deep hysteria…. it was just too much….

Your mom squeezes your hand tightly, knowing that no words could take away the pain that you were feeling. She had first hand witnessed the love Kim Seokjin had for you, watching it go from a faint crush when you two were teenagers to a love so strong she was once sure it was unbreakable. You were going to get through this dark period in your life, that she was sure of, but the real question was when exactly would you come to accept it.

The clergy makes the final cross motion, ending his eulogy with God knows what because right now everything was just a big blur for you. Because even now with the sight of his casket being lowered six feet under and seeing both his mother and siblings cry like never before, it just didn’t feel real.

Slowly members of his family begin to leave after bidding their final goodbyes, with the occasional number of them stopping to give you their condolences, only making your heart wrench even more. You weren’t his wife, so why were they treating you like some widow? You didn’t deserve their consolation because you didn’t choose him. Like the horrible person you were, you just watched him leave that night. If it weren’t for you—

“Y/N?” a familiar voice interrupts your thoughts.

Turning, you feel your body go cold, “Y-Yoongi?” and beside him were none other than Namjoon and Taehyung, all three of them having tear stained eyes. 

With sad eyes, they give you a small smile, clearly hurting themselves at the loss of their dear friend.

Soon you’re embraced in a hug by them, your body still in disbelief at the sight of them. It had been so long since you’d last seen them, years in fact. Never did you imagine your reunion with them would be here.

“W-we would’ve gotten here sooner but we caught traffic,” Taehyung says with a weak voice, eyes on the verge of spilling more tears.

And for the first time in a month, a small smile appears on your face, “You’re—” you sniffle, “You’re such a bad liar,” and he pulls you in for another hug, this time allowing those tears to fall.

The four of you soon stand in silence, words not having to be exchanged in order to understand what you were all feeling.

Namjoon suddenly speaks, “The last time I saw him was was the day he first came back into town, Christmas,” Yoongi smiles at the memory, all three of them being there, “He stopped by our apartment before going back to his mom’s, said he wanted to say hi,” Joon continues, “even apologized for just disappearing out of nowhere.”

“Tch that idiot,” Yoongi mumbles, “he said the first place he wanted to go was the diner but that they were closed,” Yoongi’s eyes glisten, trying his best not to cry.

“He then promised that for the next time he saw us, he’d to treat us to a meal and some soju,” Taehyung feigns a laugh, “We never got to take him up on it though...” his eyes lower.

“But the thing I’ll remember the most was his horrible attempt at finding out how you were after all those years,” Namjoon shakes his head, a dimpled smile appearing on his face.

Yoongi’s face lights up, remembering just how much he teased Jin that night, “You should’ve seen him,” he chuckles, “Not only were his ears red like how they’d always get but his whole face as well,”  tears fall from Yoongi’s face as he laughs, “He looked like a tomato.”

“Ah and the mullet,” Taehyung reminds them, and soon the clear image of the Jin you’d fallen in love with when you were seventeen appears in your mind.

And for the first time since their appearance, you speak, “He—” you softly chuckle, “He was always convinced he’d bring them back in style,” and the boys feel a sudden sense of happiness in seeing you talk about him.

“Yeah he was—” Namjoon suddenly stops speaking, the boys and him now staring at something behind you.

It was Mrs. Kim, who was now walking towards the four of you, a box in her hands. A solemn smile graces her face.

One by one, she hugs each one of them, turning her attention towards you last, “I was—” she pauses, “I was hoping I could talk to you, privately,” she says, the boys silently nodding and bidding a silent farewell to you, glad to have made you smile, even if it was for a temporary moment.

She leads you to a bench, not too far away from his grave. 

By now the rain had stopped and the sky was now a gloomy shade of gray. 

Placing the box on her lap, for a small moment both of you simply stare at the view in front of you in silence.

You hadn’t talked to her since the night of your rehearsal dinner, not because you didn’t want to, but because looking at her reminded you so much of him. It reminded you of that first day you met him, how she had forced him to show you around town, not knowing that the two of you would be head over heels for one another years down the road. She, along with your mom, had always been your guys’ number one fan, always rooting for the both of you.

“He really did love you,” she stares off into the distance, “up until his very last breath, I’m sure,” she whispers.

You lower your gaze, unable to look at her.

Oddly enough, there was a peaceful aura in the air, both quiet and serene. Just like he would’ve loved it to be. He never did like seeing people cry.

“Whenever he’d come back home to visit, you should’ve seen the way his eyes would light up when he’d talk about you,” she smiles, “always eager to talk about what you were doing with your career,” she fiddles with her wedding ring, “Sungjin would get peeved but Seokjin wouldn’t care,” she chuckles, “he just loved you that much.”

At the mention of his father, only then fo you realize that you hadn’t seen him at all the entire service, “Where’s—” you’re hesitant to ask, not wanting to push boundaries, “Where’s Mr. Kim?” you croak. Yeah, he and Jin didn’t have the best relationship, but did that really matter now? Did any of it matter at this point?

She bitterly smiles, “He’s grieving in his own way,” she says, her voice breaking and her eyes still watery, “Those two had a tough love relationship,” she feigns a laugh, “but—” her voice cracks, “I always secretly knew that Seokjin was Sungjin’s favorite,” she sniffles her tears, “he just wasn’t good at showing it.”

You try your best not to cry, too physically and emotionally exhausted to sob any more. To you, it was just better to be numb than to feel every single emotion heightened, but God was it so hard. Everything just had to be so fucking hard. 

Tightly, you grip the bench with your fingers, biting your lip in effort to suppress your emotions.

Slowly, she begins to open the box, pulling out what seemed to be childhood photos of Jin. 

A genuine smile appears on her face as she begins to show you them, wet tears splashing onto the squared photos, “I—” she stutters, “I wanted you to have these,” she begins to explain, handing some of the photos off to you, “I tried looking for the photos and videos he’d take when you two met but,” she frowns, “but I don’t if he threw them away or—” she begins to ramble, “so I brought you these instead. I’m sorry they’re not of the exact memory you have of him,” she feigns a chuckle, “you know Seokjin,” she scratches the back of her neck, reminding you of exactly where Jin got his mannerisms from, “he never did like taking pictures.”

She flips through more of the photos, “I’m sorry there’s not that many,” her voice shakes, “I just—”

She needed to keep her memories of him too, is what you know she wants to say. 

You notice that she’s also thrown some of Jin’s favorite things in the box, his denim jacket, the original little Mario figure he had always kept on his bed stand and his favorite Mariah Carey album, Daydream.

“I understand Mrs. Kim,” you softly say, “Thank you,” you whisper to her, embracing her in a tight hug.

“I should be the one thanking you,” she says in return. Thank you for loving him, are the unspoken words that linger in the air.

“I should—” you lower your gaze, “I should get going,” you say, feeling as if the world was spinning, your breathing now becoming rapid.

With the cardboard box in your hands, she watches as you hurriedly leave, only hoping that rather than haunt you, things could one day get better for you.

Running as far as you could, you hide behind a pillar. 

It was all too much. 

Everything was just too much.

Finally, silent sobs escape your mouth as you squat against the cement pillar. Grabbing his jacket from the box, you sob into it. 

You just couldn’t let go.

As much as you wanted this all to be some horrible nightmare, you knew deep down it wasn’t. This mind numbing pain was all too real and unbearable for it to be some dream. You weren’t going to be waking up and finding Jin by your bedside, you weren’t going to hear his high pitched laugh ever again, and you weren’t ever going to be able to tell him just how much you still loved him.  

Because Kim Seokjin was never coming back.

Your Jin was never coming back. 

And it was completely all your fault for it. It was all your stupid miserable fault. If only you had—

“Y/N?” Seojun crouches down to face you, genuine concern on his face. “You’re—” he stutters, “You’re gonna get sick standing out here,” he wipes your snotty nose with his suit’s handkerchief.  

Seojun was trying. He was trying to be as supportive as he could, and you understood that, truly you did. But just looking at him was a reminder of your choice because at the end of the day he was the person you chose over—

“It’s going to get dark soon y/n,” he whispers, “I-I think we should get going.”

You stare at him in silence and then turn to face the direction of the grave.

He wanted you to say goodbye.

But you just … you just weren’t ready to.

Because there lied the boy you were once so certain you’d have a future with. The boy who was capable of making you laugh even on gloomy days like this. The one who loved you on your good and bad days. The one who stood in a room full of people just to tell you how much he still loved you, something you knew he was probably so nervous about. 

And so you just couldn’t let go.

But knowing you’d couldn’t stay here forever, you had to do the most humane thing you could possibly do. You had to live on.  

“And so I did, all for him…”

“Yeojin!” you grab your mischievous 4 year old from the waist, stopping her blatant attempt at touching the stove, “What did I say about trying to touch the stove,” you scold her, and all she does is giggle, clearly unaware of the potential consequences of her actions. 

Sadly you couldn’t be too mad, she was still learning right from wrong, but when it came to things like this, it was hard to keep your patience.

Carrying her up the stairs, you continue to scold her, “Remember what I said about it being hot,” you remind her, “you don’t want to end up with your fingers all red, do you?”

She nods her head no, “Of course not mommy.”

“Then,” you sigh, placing your little girl on her bed.

“Daddy said I’m in-de-struct-ible,” she sounds out the new word she’s recently learned, “Like Spiderman!” she mimics the superhero’s web shooting ability, the movie she just saw recently still clearly still in her mind.

“Okay Spiderman, I think it’s time you take a nap,” you say, and she mumbles something inaudible in return, “Hey hey, don’t go giving attitude now little lady,” you hide your smile, “it’s too early for all of that.”

Though not wanting to sleep, she allows you to tuck her in, already planning to get up and play with her toys once you left.

Taking note of her grumpy attitude, you place a kiss on her forehead, gently combing a hand through her hair, “I love you,” you coo.

“I love you too Mommy,” and before you knew it, her eyes were closed, the little girl now “sound asleep”, or at least that’s what you thought.

Sighing, you leave the room, gently closing the door. 

That girl was a handful, most definitely, but she was everything you had in this world. Your symbol to keep moving forward, despite that constant need to look back.

Going down the stairs, you hum Mariah Carey’s new song, “We Belong Together” , the famous singer’s latest comeback single having topped the charts these days.

“When you left I lost a—” the smell of something burning gathers your attention, the intense scent of cooking oil alarming you that something was wrong. Your mind goes back to when you grabbed Yeojin from reaching the stove, her arm clearly outstretched—

Boom!

The kitchen illuminates an intense shade of red, a fire now starting from the stove, “Oh my—” immediately you run up the stairs because despite your mind being in utter chaos, one thing was clear: you had to get Yeojin out of here.

Frantically turning the knob to her door, you come to realize that it’s locked, “Yejin!” you yell.

“Mommy, I’m playing!” she giggles, oblivious to the danger you both were in.

You practically begin to punch the door, “Yejin I need you to open the door!” your breathing becomes heavy, panic now flowing in your veins. Smoke was beginning to reach upstairs, signaling to you that this fire was moving fast, dangerously fast.

Taking a deep breath, you take a couple of steps back from her door, “1..2…” using all your force, you ram into the door, effectively opening it in the process.

Without a second thought you grab Yeojin, wrapping one of her blankets around her body and face, immediately running down the stairs as fast as you possibly could. 

By now the whole entire living room and kitchen were in flames, and you could hear Yeojin begin to whimper, confused as to what was going on.

“Everything’s gonna be okay baby,” you soothe her, your hand regrettably grabbing the door knob.

Immediately you hiss in pain, retracting your hand, “Oh God,” your hand felt as if it was sizzling. 

There was no way you could get to the window, not without risking your daughter’s safety.

Preparing yourself for what you were about to do, you mentally reassure yourself, completely grabbing the door handle and twisting it, withholding the screams you desperately wanted to let out until you were out.  

Running out, you place your daughter on the neighbor's front yard, the family immediately coming to assist you.

By now the whole neighborhood was standing outside their houses, concern and worry evident on their faces, “Oh my God y/n,” your neighbor notices the burn on your hand, “Go grab the kit in the basement!” she instructs her son.

By now, your breathing was erratic, a result of all the smoke you had inhaled, “T-The f-fire de—”

“We’ve already called them, they should be on their way. I’ve called Seojun’s job as well—” she immediately reassures you, “You need to relax y/n,” she tells you, but immediately your mind goes to something inside your house that was irreplaceable.

Mrs. Kim’s box.

Getting up from the lawn, you hear Yeojin call out to you, “Mommy!” she yells as you begin to run back to the house, focused on one thing and one thing only. 

Getting that box.

“Y/N!” your neighbor tries to get you to come back, but by then you were already making your way inside, using your shirt as a cover for both your mouth and nose, a measly attempt at having more time inside the house.

Running up stairs, you barge into your room, immediately looking to the spot in your closet where you always had the box, but to your shocking surprise… it wasn’t there.

“What the…” you mumble to yourself, your lungs beginning to feel heavy again. 

Without a second thought, you begin to ravage the room, knowing your time in here was limited. The fire was going to reach up the stairs at any moment, and once it did, it was over for you.

“What the fuck!” you yell to the empty room, feeling as if you were on the verge of an utter mental breakdown. It had to be here! There was no way you moved it, and Seojun knew better than to touch it. Putting a halt to your search, your eyes widen when you come to realize something.

What the hell was Yeojin playing with?

The Mario figure.

And in the blink of an eye, you run out the room, only to find the hallway now engulfed in flames, making it almost impossible to get into her room, not unless you wanted to burn to death.

“No…” you say under your breath, refusing to believe the box was in there. Your vision was beginning to get hazy and your head was pounding, now unsure if it was because of the fire or if it was because of the state of shock you were in. Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you hear the sound of the firetrucks nearing the house.

“Seokjin…” your voice breaks, realizing that the final things you had to remember him by were now gone. But despite your state of grief, your body knew it had to move on its own. Because by staying here, you’d inevitably die, and he wouldn't want that, not because of something like this.

Lifting up the window in your bedroom, you begin to slowly place your body out, trying your best to work with one hand. The fire was beginning to get to your bedroom, and you simply couldn’t afford to wait for the firemen to come with a ladder.

Sucking the pain up for one final time, you place your injured hand onto the ledge as well, now dangling outside the window, a scream of pain coming out of your mouth.

“Oh my God, Y/N!” you hear Seojun call out to you, “I’m gonna get you help, just hang on!” he yells, immediately running back to the front yard to presumably tell a fireman.

But the pain on your hand was just too much.

You needed to let go.

Even if it meant getting hurt in the process.

And soon you feel the impact of the floor, your arm taking mosting of the hit, most definitely dislocating. The last thing you see being the paramedics.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look what I made for you with all the other kids who were visiting their mommies and daddies!” Yeojin eagerly shows you the scribbling piece of art she created from her car seat, a toothy grin on her face.

“It looks amazing Yeojin,” you feign a smile, trying your best to act normal. Today you had been discharged from the hospital after about 2 weeks of getting your hand and arm treated along with having multiple tests ran because of the amount of smoke you inhaled.

Now, with bandages wrapped around your hand and a heavy cast, which the doctor said would take about two to three months to completely heal, you were on your way to your new (temporary) home. The fire had ravaged absolutely everything, sparing not a single thing in its sight.

It was your fault really, you shouldn't have had the cooking oil so close to the stove, especially without its cap on.

You turned your attention to Seojun, his quietness during the whole car ride not going unnoticed by you. It seemed as if whenever he did talk or laugh, it was unmistakingly fake.

Deciding you weren’t going to press him on it in front of Yeojin, you tell Yeojin to go upstairs to her room once you arrive.

Sighing, you place your things on the dining table, your free arm now feeling sore from its now constant use. 

You attempt to make small conversation with your husband, “The insurance company called me at the hospital, said almost everything was covered…” you bring up, but he remains stoic.

You try again, “Yeojin seems to have made a lot of friends, with the way she was rambl—”

He finally breaks his silence by interrupting you, “Why did you do it...” he mumbles, causing your eyebrows to perk up, “Why did you run back into that fire?” he asks, trying to contain his anger.

You feel your body freeze for a moment before answering, “I told you already, I wanted to get the papers in the sa—”

He’s quick to cut you off, venom in his voice, “Stop lying,” he grits his teeth, “There was—” he shakes his head, “There was only one thing in that house that I’m sure you’d risk your life for Y/N, so let’s stop acting dense here…”

You lower your gaze, silence filling the room.

“You could’ve died y/n,” he whispers, and your silence only peeves him, “Died!” he repeats, wanting you to understand the possible severity of your actions.

Narrowing your gaze, you scoff, “You think I don’t know that,” you spit back, not exactly fond of how he was treating you, as if you weren’t a grown woman capable of understanding the consequences of your actions.

“No I don’t think you do,” he retorts back, “Because if you did then you wouldn’t have ever gone back inside that house to begin with!” his voice becomes louder.

“You’re going to wake her up,” you refer to Yeojin, who was probably taking a nap in her room.

It was now his turn to scoff, “Like you care.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you growl in return.

“You almost left her without a mother!” he finally yells, “All for that goddamn—” he stops himself midway, unable to finish the sentence.

You glare at him, knowing exactly what he wanted to say, your eyes already getting watery at the thought of it, “Say it,” you challenge him, “Say what you’ve been wanting to say for all these years,” you mutter.

“He’s gone y/n…” he tiredly whispers under his breath, maintaining your gaze, “He’s been gone for 4 years now!” he cries out, and you feel your face twist in anguish.

“Shut up,” you mutter.

“It’s time to accept it y/n, you can’t keep letting him haunting you, you can’t keep being in deni—”

“Just shut up!” you yell but he relents.

“Life has moved on y/n,” his voice breaks, “it’s time that you do too!”

“But I have! Can’t you see?” tears are uncontrollably falling down your face by now, “I stayed with you despite it all!” you scream, now heaving in anger, “I had a kid with you, we bought that big old house you always wanted—”

“And why is that y/n? Why did you stay with me after his death, huh? Why?” he asks you, his questions ringing in your head, making you feel as if you were going insane.

“Because I made a choice that day!” you yell loud enough for your voice to echo across the room, everything coming to a haunting silence, “Because I chose you that night, when I could’ve chosen him,” you cry, “And I can’t bring myself to regret that choice, not anymore at least, because regretting you would mean regretting her!” you glance at the stairs, signalling that you were talking about Yejin, “And I just can’t bring myself to do that. I chose you, and I have to deal with that decision for the rest of my life. I got up from that bed years ago and went on with my life all for you—”

He shakes his head, “No you didn’t…” he frowns, “You didn’t…”

You did it for him.

“Y/N he’s dead…” Seojun repeats, his heart still wrenching for you even years later, “it’s time you let go and begin to live for yourself. Not for him, not for me, not for her, but for you,” he grabs your hand, squeezing it in the process, “It’s time you let go.”

You pull your hand back, refusing to accept it, “I just—” you muster up your tears, “I just wanted to save what was left of him. Because without it he just existed in my memory and—” your voice shakes, “and now he really only does. Because now he’s really gone,” you sob,“ Can-Can you really blame me?” you weakly say.

“I can’t,” he says, “but I also can’t keep doing this anymore,” he murmurs, “I’ve tried y/n, I really have. But I can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped, and I have to prioritize Yeojin first and so I think—” he struggles to continue, “I think we should get a—”

“Divorce,” you scoff, tears still flowing down your face.

He gulps, “I’ve been talking with a lawyer for about a year now, we’d get joint custody, with no need for court because I don’t see us having to make this a longer process than it needs to be.” 

“You’re not taking my daughter away from me,” you clench your teeth. 

“I know I’m not and I wasn’t planning on it because damn it y/n, you’re an amazing mother. Truly, you are. But—” he pauses, “But until you find closure and acceptance then I think—I think she should stay with me for the meanwhile, until you’re ready that is.”

Until you’re ready to let go.

By now you were fully sobbing again because not only were you unable to control your emotions, but because you knew he was right. Ever since Seokjin’s death, he was the one who had to hear you silently cry at night, the one who had to accept that no matter what Seokjin would always be the one dearest to you, and who secretly hoped that with time it’d be something you’d get past.

Had it been anyone else, and you were sure they would’ve left you the day Seokjin passed. But Seojun was different, Seojun understood. But he couldn’t prioritize you anymore, not with Yeojin now in the picture.

You feel his arms wrap themselves around your frame, comforting you for a final time, “I’m sorry, for everything,” he whispers.

“Me too Seojun,” you hum in return, “Me too.”

The smell of the fresh rain hitting the concrete headstones fills your nose as you make your way to the resting place of the person you once loved the most. You hadn’t been here since the funeral, too in denial to ever really visit.

It had been three months since your separation with Seojun, your arm now fully healed. Currently, you were staying at a small apartment near your parent’s house, still unable to bring yourself to stay at their place. Not with the amount of memories it brought on.

The last you’d heard, Mrs. Kim had also moved, and you assumed it was for the same reason you couldn’t bring yourself to go back home. It was just too much.

Placing the red roses on top of the headstone, you make yourself comfortable by sitting on the grass, not caring if it was moist from the rain.

You just wanted to talk to him.

“I’m getting divorced, you know?” you begin, deciding to catch him up on recent events, “Things didn’t seem to work out between me and Seojun,” you chuckle, staring at your now naked ring finger ,“Not that you hadn’t predicted it already.”

Silence.

“We had a daughter together,” you mention the hyper little girl, “Her name is Yeojin, I think you would’ve loved the name,” you say, “She—”already you feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes, “She sorta laughs like you, that same kind of laugh that unintentionally makes everyone around her laugh,” you begin to ramble, “she seems to like Mariah Carey as much as you too, she’s the only artist we’ve noticed that can get Yeojin up and dancing. I’m sure she would’ve loved to dance with you,” tears begin to fall from your eyes.

The soft sprinkles of the rain surprisingly soothe you. 

“God, I’m such a crybaby,” you mumble, remembering how Jin would tease you for your sensitivity to things, “It’s just so hard, you know? Sometimes it still feels like you’ll walk through the door with a VHS movie you just rented in your hand, talking about how excited you are to see it after hearing reviews,” you laugh, “or that you’ll come in the room to tell me to fix your hair after cutting it crookedly.”

You place your hand on his headstone, softly grazing your palm against its rough surface, “You know scientist theorize that there’s possibly billions to an infinite number of parallel universes out there,” you chuckle, “I learned about it in my introductory course to Physics my first year in college, I don’t know if you remember me babbling about it,” you continue, “But it means that there are cosmic patches which are exactly like ours where everything has happened exactly like this one, meaning somewhere out there there’s someone exactly like us, except they have the possibility to do things different. And so... I wonder in which universe did we get our happy ending?” you solemnly ask, “I—”

“Y-Y/N?” a familiar voice says your name from behind, and immediately you turn to face the person.

“Mr-Mr.Kim?” you say in disbelief, as you hadn’t seen the man in years. Not since the final year you were still with Jin. 

You scan his appearance, wrinkles and gray hairs now more prevalent on him, but yet he still looked like the spitting image of his son. He just looked more … tired.

He places the flowers in his hands next to yours, silently taking a seat next to you. You were still staring at him in shock as he was the last person you would’ve expected to see today.

“It’s—It’s been a while,” he says, and originally you were unsure if he was saying it to you or his son, that was until he turned his attention towards you.

Silently, you nod, unsure of what to say, “Yeah,” you mumble.

“Do you often come here?” he asks.

Ashamed, you nod your head no, “This is actually my first time since the funeral,” you confess.

He hums a response, not in a place to judge, “Nothing to be ashamed about little girl, we all have our own ways of grieving and coping with a loss,” and you’re surprised to hear such comforting words from him. In the years you’d known him, you couldn’t recall a time where you had an actual genuine conversation with him. It was depressing that it had to be now.

“Do—” you hesitate, “Do you?” you gulp, “Do you often come here?” you repeat his question. 

Coughing first, he then responds, “Every Friday since his funeral,” his fingers tremble, and you were unsure if was because of his age or because of the topic he was currently talking about, “I do it to catch up with my boy, keep him up to date with the things you young people are doing,” he explains, eyes now glistening, “it’s the least I could do for him,” he mumbles.

A silence follows after.

Feeling bold, you ask him something you’d been curious about for a long time, “Why didn’t you come to the funeral?”

He stares at the headstone, “I—” he sighs, “He was my first born, my first son, my—” he hardens his jaw to prevent himself from crying, “The night it happened he called the house, asking me to go pick him up. I had been tired from work that night, so I went to sleep early,” you feel your heart twist, “If I hadn’t overworked myself that day, I could have picked up that phone call and told him to stay where he was, that I’d be there in no time because at the end of the day he was my son who I loved like no other, even if we had a rocky relationship. He still called his dad for help, and I—” he takes a deep breath in, feeling himself lose control, “I let him down,” he ultimately says, “And so I let the guilt eat me alive, to the point where I felt like I didn’t deserve to go to my son’s funeral.”

You stare at him in silence, understanding exactly what he felt. For you had felt that same guilt all these years.

“I quit my job following his death, and fell into a deep depression like no other. Yerin and I were even close to getting a divorce, the loss of our son adding a strain to our marriage,” he explains, “She had managed to accept and let go of her pain, but for me it was just too much. I couldn’t accept that he was gone,” he pauses, “I just couldn’t let go.” 

A single tear falls from his eye.  

“I was breathing , but no longer was I living,” he continues, “And so I needed to learn how to live for myself. I needed to accept that he was gone. I needed to say goodbye, even if it hurt to do so,” he smiles solemnly to himself, “because once I finally did, it was liberating.”

“And it was in that moment while talking with Mr. Kim that I’d come to realize that in order to start living for myself, that it was time to let go, that it was time to say goodbye.”

Getting up from the grass, you stare at Seokjin’s grave for one final time, for it was time to accept the cruel fate that had been given in this awful tale. One day you’d be back, that you were sure, but for now all that was left for you to say was....

“Goodbye Seokjin,” you whisper, ready to begin again.

Jimin and Jia stare at you in silence, both having dried tears and disbelief written on their faces. This couldn’t be how the story ended, right?

But it was.

“So you really have nothing to remember him by?” Jia asks, and you point to your forehead.

“Sadly all ll I have is this,” you say, “but for me that’s more than enough.”

You turn your attention towards Jimin, “And so here I am, having told you this story in order to teach you that you shouldn’t let your fears get in the way of allowing yourself to be happy, ” you say, “Because then you’ll live a life of nothing but regret,” and immediately he gets up from his seat.

“Where the hell are you—” Jia’s about to ask him something until you raise a finger, signaling to her to let him be.

“I’m-” he stutters, “I’m going to get my girlfriend back,” he breathes out, squeezing past Jia, “T-Thank you Ms. y/l/n. I mean it,” he says, and you only smile in return.

“I should be the one thanking you,” you whisper to yourself, watching as he hurriedly leaves the diner.

Placing money on the table, Jia smiles at you, “Come on Grandma, let’s go home,” she hugs you once you get up, making a new vow to herself to appreciate those around her and never take anything for granted. Just like Jimin had learned, she had to live for herself.

“Finally! I know I told you that you could stay out as long as you wanted but I didn’t think—” Yeojin is interrupted by the embrace of her daughter arm’s. Confused by the sudden act of affection, she narrows her eyes, “If this is some trick into getting your phone little—”

“Shhh,” Jia complains, “I can’t hug my mom?”

Allowing her skepticism to pass, Yeojin returns the hug, “Movie night?” she asks her daughter and immediately she nods.

You smile at the sight, making your way up the stairs and into your room.

Slowly, you crouch under the bed, pulling out a worn out box from under your bed, grabbing a small flash drive out of it in the process.  Placing the now vintage item into the plug-in of your TV, your mind flashes back to that last conversation you had with Mr. Kim. 

“Wait,” Mr. Kim stops you from leaving, pulling something out of his suit’s breast pocket, in what seemed to be a flash drive?

Handing you the small item, you look at him confused, “I found it in his room when we moved, not too long after his passing, I’m guessing he must’ve converted it before breaking that old camera of his and well I always carried it around just in case—” he pauses, “Just in case I ever bumped into you.”

You furrow your brows, why was he telling you this now? Why didn’t he look for you instead? 

As if reading your mind he says, “Because you’ve finally said your goodbye,” he smiles, “watch this when you’re finally allowed to look back. " 

Pressing play, you stare at the screen in front of you.

“Seokjin!” the person behind the camera sighs, “Seokjin!” Mrs. Kim yells again, and the camera begins to shake, presumably because the person was now going down the stairs.

The camera soon pans to the twins, both of them giggling at the cameraman's antics, “Say hiiii,” he cooes. And soon the door he’s recording opens and the camera pans to a 17 year old you, an awkward expression being worn on your face.

“Woah,” he whispers, zooming in on your face.

Your eyes begin to water as you watch the recorded memory.

“Seokjin, but you can call me Jin for short,” he introduces himself, the camera now recording the wall beside him, probably because of how he was carrying it in that moment.

The scene then changes.

“Come on, you know you wanna smileeee,” Jin sings, he closes the camera to your face, ultimately making you smile.

“Well cheers to a new friendship,” Taehyung announces and Jin records you all lifting your hands in the air.

The scene changes again.

“This is her first time eating kongguksu everyone,” Jin announces.

“Who are you even talking to?” you roll your eyes, grabbing the noodles with your chopsticks.

“To the people of the future!”

And you recall how Jin had winked at you that time, causing your crush on him to begin to grow more intense.

Your face gets red as he continues to record you. Taking a slurp of the noodles, you try to cover your face.

“Well what do you think?” he asks.

Your face twists, “Mmmm I don’t know,” you mumble, the taste not exactly being your favorite.

“Boooo!”

You flash him the middle finger.

The scene changes.

“Y/N” the camera begins to move around, and your giggles begin to get louder, “Hand that back to me!” the camera begins to move in an up and down motion, probably because whoever was holding it was running.

Soon the person gets tackled, but not before panning the camera onto Seokjin’s face.

“And the recorder finally gets recorded,” you laugh, and Jin attempts to cover his face, but you’re quick to remove his hands. He awkwardly avoids eye contact, allowing you to record his face.

You feel your breath hitch. It was Jin… the Jin you knew, the Jin you fell in love with. Right there in front of you.

Looking at the camera he quickly makes a kissy face, making you shriek in excitement. “There you have it folks,” you tease him, “Kim Seokjin being the model he is…”

He rolls his eyes, now attempting to reach for the camera.

“Okay okay, that’s enough,” he groans as you relent.

“Smileeee!”

The scene changes for a final time, and you see Jin sitting in his room, facing the camera you presumed he had set up. 

“Hello!” he awkwardly waves to the camera, “If you’re watching this it means one, you’ve been snooping around in this room or two, you’re Y/N.”

You feel your heart skip a beat, and your body going numb.

“Ah I don’t know how to start this,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “When I first met you, I thought you were really pretty,” he begins, “and I knew I wanted to be your friend! What I didn’t think was going to happen was that I’d end up really really realllyyyy liking you,” he laughs, “I’ve been trying to tell you for some time now,” his voice cracks, and immediately he begins to cough, trying to make himself sound as manly as possible, “So I thought why not tell you the best way I knew how … through film! That way I’ll let this video do all the work for me,” he smiles.

You laugh at how endearing he was.

“Hopefully you like me too because if not then I feel really bad for the future Jin who’s probably attentively watching your reaction and crossing his fingers. I made this collage of memories using the shitty editing programs we have at the school library so sorry if it’s not exactly the best, but …. I hope this is something you can look back on in the future and be glad I recorded, even if you complained all the time.”

Look at him, predicting the future.

“So… I’ll leave it to the future Jin to handle the rest,” he laughs, “Byeeee!” he waves to the camera. His final goodbye.

5 years later.

“Mom, slow down!” Yeojin instructs, worried about how fast you were trying to walk.

“If you can’t keep up with me, an 80 year old lady, then that should be a concern for you, not for me!” you continue with your daily walk, enjoying the spring weather. 

“If you’re not careful you cou—” Yeojin suddenly stops speaking, now having caught up to you. “Mom?” Yeojin asks, concerned as to what you two were staring at with such a shocked expression on your face. Following your gaze, she notices a man staring at you a little girl tugging at his shirt.

“Daddy! I wanna play on the swings!” she pouts at the lack of attention her father was giving her. Immediately you recognize the woman sitting on the bench behind them, remembering her once crying face which was now replaced with a grin as she carried a second (younger) child in her arms.

Slowly the man raises his hand, waving at you with a warm smile on his face.

A single tear falls from your eye as you wave back, your heart swelling at the sight.

And as quick as the moment was, it ended just as fast. As slowly, you began to walk away, while he went on to play with this young daughter. Two strangers crossing paths for a final time. 

“Do you know that man?” Yeojin cluelessly asks, confused about the exchange that just happened in front of her.

You nod your head, a smile still on your face, “No,” you chuckle, “No I don’t,” you ultimately say, continuing with your walk.

a/n: whew ! & that’s the end ! if you’ve made it this far then i want to personally thank you! i don’t really expect this story to get many notes well because it’s sad and well ik i personally don’t normally click on major character death fics haha. if you enjoyed this fic then (if you can) please please please leave a comment/review/like/reblog (whichever works best for you) and you can always hop in my ask box for any questions or comments :) im thinking of making an alternative ending for this one day, maybe after i finish the whole tun series, but we’ll see haha. ill see yall next time ! <3

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[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND 2PM A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Minjun

A ⇴ ATTENTION

It was inevitable usually that if you were around then Minjun would pay attention to you. After so many years, he wanted to pay attention to you more than anything else as you were usually his favourite in any room.

B ⇴ BICKER

At times the two of you were like kids with each other, you couldn’t help but start bickering. You tried to be mature and grown up, but around each other you just couldn’t help but revert back to how you used to be sometimes and start bickering with one another about even the most random of things.

C ⇴ COMFORT

After so many years as your best friend, Minjun prided himself on knowing exactly how to cheer you up when you needed it. It was almost an instinct that kicked in for him when you were having a hard time, knowing straight away to sit you down and stay by your side until you were ready to talk to him.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Both of you were pretty relaxed people and so disagreements were pretty limited between the two of you. You were usually good at calming down when one of you started getting worked up, if you were moody, then Minjun would try and relax you, or if he was stressed then you’d try and help him chill out. Either way you’d be good at knowing when someone was annoyed, and being the opposite, so conflict didn’t start.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

The two of you found yourselves getting along pretty quickly which was the moment that you needed to know that you’d found a special friend in each other. There was a feeling that you got from Minjun that you hadn’t got before from someone, you just knew that he was someone that you were connecting too. Minjun too felt that spark in your friendship, knowing that you were going to keep getting along.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Minjun’s family treated you as if you were one of their own after so many years with you as Minjun’s best friend. They couldn’t remember a time when you hadn’t been a part of Minjun’s life, just like how Minjun couldn’t either. Luckily for you, they loved the fact that you had been around for so many years, and above all else they were glad that Minjun had had a best friend like you for so many years.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

If the two of you went out when you hung out, it would usually be to take Denver for a walk down by the river. Whilst you didn’t mind going out and doing other things too, both of you enjoyed the comfort of home, especially when being best friends with Minjun ended up coming with as much attention as it did.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of spending just about every single day together one way or another that you could. Even if you weren’t able to see each other in person, you’d at least call and tell each other about your days as sometimes you were the only people that one another talked to throughout the day.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Over the many years that you spent together; a lot of inside jokes were created between the two of you. There were a few that were forgotten about that maybe weren’t quite so memorable, but you still had plenty that had stuck with you both for years and would carry on with you both for years after too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It was pretty rare for Minjun to get jealous, he felt settled as your best friend and actually enjoyed getting to know your other friends too. He didn’t want to think of himself as content as your best friend, but with so many years behind you both he knew that the chance of him not being your best friend was minimal. Instead, he took the time to impress you more by getting on with as many of your friends as possible.

K ⇴ KICKS

Minjun got a kick out of seeing you do well, as much as you were there to support him, he was always cheering for you too. He loved seeing you achieve the things that you wanted to achieve, and when you did, Minjun made a big deal out of it and gave you a great deal of fuss too to be able to congratulate you.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how close the two of you were and how he could rely on you for absolutely anything. Minjun knew that if he needed to pick up the phone and have someone on the other end of the line that he could count on, then it would definitely be you. He couldn’t remember a time when you had let you down, instead he just remembered all the times when you had been there and helped Minjun out.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were younger, but neither of you could really remember how. You remembered bumping into each other for a while, but as to when the two of you actually first met, it was a memory that was so distant for you as you never imagined that it would lead to such a close friendship.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He couldn’t help but be silly around you, it was like an impulse in Minjun quite a lot of the time especially when he’d been working for a while and had to bottle things up and keep his composure for a while.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Minjun was obsessed with your company and spending time with you. Even after so many years of being best friends, he never got bored of being with you, he still just wanted to see you and hang out.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

He loved spending time with you, if you had a smile on your face, then that was what made the moment precious for Minjun. He didn’t need to do anything with you, just sitting and talking and laughing was sometimes all that Minjun needed, as long as you were happy with him, that was all that he needed.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Of all the questions that Minjun asked you, how you were was the most frequent one. It was the one question that was on the tip of his tongue the most as he always just wanted to know that you were alright.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Quite often you would save things from the time you spent with Minjun and keep them in a keepsake box. He loved to save things from the most special things that you did together, and if he had a photo from that time too then he’d make sure to print it out so that he had that to hold onto as well.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Getting support from you was something that never got old for Minjun, and something that he never took for granted too. At times he worried that maybe you’d get bored of supporting him at work and cheering him on with the boys, but that was never the case, you still loved it like you did at the very start of your friendship.

T ⇴ TRIPS

One of the things that Minjun tried to do was bring you with him whenever he went abroad for work. Although you weren’t always there to be at work, you’d at least be there whenever Minjun had free time.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one else that Minjun ever even thought of as a best friend, there was only ever you that was his best friend.

V ⇴ VISITS

You often showed up at Minjun’s house unexpectedly, usually when you were feeling bored. He’d gotten quite used to you suddenly showing up because you wanted to hang out with him for a little while.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He prided himself on being able to give you good advice, Minjun liked to be the one that you could always rely on.

X ⇴ XXXX

Although the two of you weren’t massively affectionate, whenever you first saw each other, you always gave one another a hug. It had always been the way with you both and was something you’d never change either.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite, no one even came close to comparing to you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time Minjun would invite you to his place when it was getting late, mostly too because he knew that Denver loved having you around, and also that you loved spending time with Denver too.

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[chicken-fifi]

I Want More - Jun.K (2pm) Imagine

Requested by anon: Hi! I was wondering if I could make a request for 2pm Jun.k, based off your friends to lovers head cannon that you did for him, where he confesses that he likes the reader, like an expansion on the head cannon. Thank you!!!!

Word Count: 442 words

Minjun gulped as you took a seat across from him, setting down a mug in front of each of you. You’d called him earlier in the day saying the four most dreaded words in any relationship, platonic or romantic. When he’d arrived, you had welcomed him inside your home with a very quiet ‘thank you for coming,’ before going silent and beginning to make some tea.

You took in a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak before shutting again. While you were sure you looked like nothing less than a fish, Minjun swore it was one of the cutest things he’s ever seen you do. You huffed before closing your eyes as you bowed your head, eyes opening as you looked at the light brown liquid in your mug.

“It’s because I’ve been acting weird isn’t it?” he suddenly said, knowing good and well why you could’ve possibly asked him to come over the way you had. “That's why you wanted to talk.”

You nodded, fingers tapping outside the walls of the mug, “That and I’m more confused than I’ve ever been.” You felt a lump forming in your throat as you spoke. “I thought I was in love with the man of my dreams only to have my heart broken in the tiniest pieces it’s ever been in. And now you’re - I don't know what you're doing but I can’t get my hopes up again. I can’t lose my best friend. But I-”

“Want more,” he finished for you. “I want more too. But I don’t want to pressure you into anything that you aren’t ready for, and if it’s come across as that I’m very sorry. I like you a lot as a friend and as a woman. And whenever you’re ready - if you’ll have me - I would love to take you out sometime. As more than friends.”

You nodded and gave him a small smile, “Next week?”

That first date the following week led to another and another, all of which were comfortable and fun, nothing awkward happening or forming between the two of you. Minjun never shied away from letting you know how much he cared for you, never doing anything unless he had your consent to do so. It was easy to say that neither of you had felt as happy as you did until this moment when the two of you were together. No matter how much pain and heartbreak the two of you had to go through before getting here, it was worth it. To find a life long friend is one thing, but to find love with that friend is even better.

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[waternimons]

NCT Dad’s Club - Meet the Kids

I don’t want to use any photos for the kids so I’ll leave it up to your imaginations. Hehe :D

THE MOON CHILDREN Dad: Moon Taeil

Moon Na Ri (12 years old, female) Moon Yejoon (8 years old, male) Moon Byeol (3 years old, female)

THE LEE CHILDREN Dad: Lee Taeyong Lee Taehyun (8 years old, male) Lee Minjun (4 years old, male)

THE SUH / SEO CHILDREN Dad: Johnny Suh / Seo Youngho (I will put their english names too) Seo Jihyun / Brielle Suh (13 years old, female) Seo Jiho / Warren Suh (8 years old, male)

THE NAKAMOTO CHILDREN Dad: Nakamoto Yuta Nakamoto Mieko (8 years old, male) Nakamoto Yuki (4 years old, male)

THE QIAN CHILDREN Dad: Qian Kun Qian Hui (8 years old, male) Qian Mei (5 years old, female) Qian Bao (2 years old, male) THE KIM CHILDREN Dad: Kim Doyoung / Kim Dongyoung Kim Donghyun (12 years old, male) Kim Sooyoung (3 years old, female)

THE JUNG CHILD Dad: Jung Jaehyun / Jung Yuno Jung Jaejin (3 years old, male)

THE LEE CHILD Dad: Lee Jeno Lee Hana (1 year old, female)

Will post the first chapter next week!  Stay tuned :)

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[millenniumsilver]

Title: Vulnerable Heart

Main Character(s): Lee Myungbin. Kim Hana. Kwon Junseo

Summary: Ever since he was young, Myungbin realized the strongest ability he had was the power to make friends wherever he went. He picked up on the fact that socializing was one of his favorite things since he was a kid, and ultimately prided himself in being the social butterfly that charmed everyone. (Or: a look at how Myungbin decides to befriend people, and how it plays out for him in return)

하나

2006

When Myungbin was growing up, the first thing he remembered learning from his parents was that the best thing to carry himself with was a smile. At the young age of eight, he didn’t quite remember why his parents made such an emphasis on it, but it wasn’t like him to be bothered with it. 

He liked smiling, and even more importantly, he liked making people smile. He never had anything to lose when it came to the prospect of bringing some happiness into someone else’s life, even if it would be momentarily. 

Thus, it was no surprise that when his class got a new student in the middle of the year, he was the first to approach her. Myungbin, being practically the whole class’ friend, felt like it was his duty to make her feel as welcome as possible. 

And maybe it was also the fact that seeing her sit in the back, not having made any moves to get to know anyone, keeping her eyes focused on the windows that didn’t just sit right with the young kid. 

Ever the one to act before thinking things through, it was only a few moments before the school day was to begin that Myungbin had decided to march to the back of the class, right where Hana had just arrived. 

“Hi!” 

The voice was bright and loud, not a single semblance of care for anyone around them was present in him, simply wanting to talk to the girl that had him itching to move every single class. 

“My name’s Myungbin,” the kid’s smile rivaled the furrowed brows and blank look on Hana’s face, which only increased his smile in size (in an attempt to look all the more welcoming, even if there was a chance he looked like he was in pain). “but you can call me your new best friend!” 

A beat of silence was his instant reply, causing his smile to waiver in the slightest as his eyes finally met Hana’s, both of them staring at each other with different emotions flickering between the hues of their eyes. 

There was a small part of Myungbin that suddenly thought of how maybe Hana didn’t want to make any new friends, and maybe she was perfectly content sitting by herself every single day,

But the thought was too absurd for Myungbin who craved social interaction every other minute, so it flew out of his mind as immediately as it came in. 

Maybe she just thought Myungbin was weird. 

Maybe his parents lied about his smile being the best thing about him.

Oh god, his parents set him up. It was another one of their “learning experiences” that was meant to make Myungbin grow, but to be quite frank, as a young kid, he would rather leave the growing for the future. 

His thoughts silenced at once when he heard laughter slip in his ears, finally escaping his mind only to see that the blank face had dissipated and instead a bright smile had found its way onto Hana’s face. 

“If I’m calling you that, shouldn’t you call me the same thing?” 

Even though it didn’t seem physically possible for his small face, Myungbin’s smile had managed to grow even wider, feeling as if he accomplished something of worldly importance seeing Hana smile for the first time. 

“Duh! How else are people going to know about our friendship?” 

2019

“You’re the most ugly person I’ve had the displeasure of meeting, you know that?” 

Myungbin heard the annoyance pierce through the small cafe, the voice bringing an immediate smile to his face regardless of the words that were carried along with it. He turned his head around from the seat he was in, watching her walk from the entrance straight towards him, anger emitting from her; her brows stitched together, the way the corner of her lips dipped down ever so slightly, and her eyes that scorched a fire of irritation. 

Myungbin couldn’t help himself letting out a chuckle at the visual of her powering through the batches of people as if she was on a mission. He was quick to get himself to get up from his seat, a feeling of warmth scouring through his body: something he hadn’t quite truly felt since the moment he left everything behind. A feeling that only two people had ever managed to make him feel. 

“The smile’s only making you uglier.” A swift jab to his chest was accompanied by those words, only for Myungbin to disregard it all and wrap his arms around her, pulling her as close to his chest as physically possible. 

“Hana.” 

“Jackass.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Is that why I didn’t know you were back until now?” Hana’s voice had simmered down from its attempt at anger at such a speed, if Myungbin hadn’t been friends with her for more than a decade, he would’ve grown concerned. 

It had only been 6 years of them being apart, but when it was under the comparison of them being friends for 13 years, it felt longer than just that. 

“I’m sorry, Hana.” 

Everything was so much more than it was at the surface of their friendship. Everything always meant so much more. Everything always mattered so much more. Everything always hurt so much more. 

“But, I’m back for good.” he whispered gently, as he felt her arms tighten around his back, his chin slightly lowering onto her head. 

The two friends reuniting after being apart for as long as they were, was probably a bit more dramatic than they both imagined, but neither paid any mind to it. Their communication didn’t halt altogether, but it was never the same when they were both used to seeing one another face to face, rather than behind a phone screen.  Being such integral parts of each other’s lives and having that fall apart the way it did just meant so much more now. 

Even if they had a missing piece in their friendship. 

준서

2019

“So, do you guys want to share contact info? I think it’ll be nice to start a group-chat just to get to know each other a bit more.” Hyunwoo spoke as he scratched the top of his head, the smallest of smiles playing across his lips, something all of the boys seemed to share.

It had only been an hour ago when the CEO of Crescent Crystal had held a meeting to announce what each boy had been suspecting ever since word had spread throughout the small company: five boys had been chosen to finally debut. 

Granted, neither of the five boys had expected to be informed that they’d be debuting in a group, and an idol/actor group at that. But it wasn’t like the majority of them had any issue: a debut was a debut, in whatever form it came for them. 

Thus, the five boys had been left with one another to “get to know each other”, with the CEO leaving only moments ago. 

“I think that’d be smart. Plus, we can plan stuff together through that.” Yejun spoke directly from the left side of Myungbin, the younger noting how although he spoke to the group, his eyes wouldn’t stop glancing at Junseo from across the table. 

“Cool, cool, I can set everything up, I just need your guys’ info and we’ll be set! One step closer to debuting, right?” Hyunwoo was the embodiment of both nervousness and excitement as he sat there with his phone out, the smile on his face fighting the way his hands trembled ever so slightly. 

To say there was an air of awkwardness would be putting it as simply as possible. As far as Myungbin knew, none of the boys really knew each other at all, and the thought of being shoved into a dorm with one another, and debuting in a group was something they’d all have to wrap their heads around. 

“Alright, Junseo, can I get your-”

“I’m good.”

The response raised Myungbin’s brow, watching the eldest of the five shrug off Hyunwoo as he continued scrolling through his phone. If Hyunwoo was the perfect example of excitement, Junseo was the quintessence of discomfort throughout the whole meeting. Avoiding eye-contact with any of the members, and giving short and curt answers to anything the CEO asked. Myungbin didn’t know much about the man personally, but from the way the meeting went, the way Yejun’s eyes lingered on Junseo every few seconds, and the way he didn’t seem interested in the slightest in regards to the other boys, Myungbin could tell he was going to be a problem. 

“What?”

“Listen. We’re in a group, right?” Junseo questioned, finally putting his phone down onto the table, turning ever so slightly to stare at Hyunwoo, the latter shifting in his seat. “As in, we’re working together for our careers, yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re-”

“So, we’re coworkers. Not friends. We’re a bunch of people stuck with one another in order to advance our careers, nothing more. I don’t want to be anything more. If you’re going to have this group chat, don’t count me in.”

Silence leaked across the room, Myungbin eyeing all the boys in the room in an instant; watching the way Hyunwoo’s face tinged with a pink hue as he turned away from Junseo, while Yejun’s stare at Junseo had lost any ounce of subtlety, and Minjun who had been the most quiet throughout the meeting had begun playing with the hem of his sleeves. 

“What a prick.” the words slipping from Myungbin’s lips were meant to remain as a thought, but watching the aura of smugness that followed Junseo’s movements bothered the young man beyond belief. 

“I heard that.”

“Look at you go! Figured out how to use your ears properly.” 

Junseo’s glare shifted from Hyunwoo onto Myungbin, watching the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched several times, showing his bad attempts at hiding his anger. 

“Thanks for proving my point as to why I don’t want to be in a group chat.” 

“I don’t think we really need you in the chat-“

“As if you don’t need me. Me being in the group is a favor for you guys, I already have a solid thing going, not like you three.”

“Or maybe your failed attempts here and there put you on the same level as people who don’t have things going just yet, huh?” 

Although Myungbin’s fighting words pierced the air in the room, the tone of his voice was anything but malicious. He found it the tiniest bit humorous how easy it was to get under Junseo’s skin, and although he didn’t have any intent to start an argument today, he didn’t really have any intention to stop either. 

It was kind of funny watching the way Junseo looked as if he was going to leap across the table and lunge at Myungbin. 

“Let’s stop.” Yejun’s voice cut through the building tension, his tone a contrasting warmth to the icy words that had been spat across the room. “We can talk more about this next time, no one’s obligated to do anything, and no one’s doing anyone favors. Let’s call it a day and meet up another day, okay?” 

His question didn’t require an answer, Myungbin watching the way Junseo’s eyes met Yejun’s for a split second before he was up out of his chair and out of the door. 

Maybe Myungbin already had a favorite amongst the boys. 

2020

“You have a kink for storming out of rooms, don’t you?”

His joke was met with a groan, and to be honest Myungbin was a bit shocked he didn’t have anything thrown at him. It had been the week the boys of Silver Millennium were told to move into the group dorms, and although none of the boys seemed particular excited about sharing living spaces with another, anything else was out of the question. 

An undying desire left Myungbin claiming Junseo as his roommate, even with Yejun attempting to lecture him otherwise, and Hyunwoo looking at him as if he had grown devil horns. He hadn’t had much contact with the elder short of glares being thrown his way whenever they crossed paths in the company. 

It was kind of fun for Myungbin. 

“You have a kink for going places you’re not wanted, don’t you?” 

“Yeah, the rejection of it all kinda gets me going.” Myungbin found himself leaning against the railing just as Junseo was, the elder rolling his eyes before letting out a quiet grunt, moving to get a cigarette from his pockets. “Listen, I came here to talk to you.”

“Talking to me would mean I want to talk to you too. You came here to talk at me.”

“Eh, I could never tell the difference.” it was obvious the humor emitting from Myungbin was there to make himself comfortable as opposed to cause laughter, watching the way Junseo kept his sight away from Myungbin, the thin straight line on his lips now twisting into a frown. “But, honestly, now that we’re roommates, I feel like we should clear the air.”

“So...apologize.”

“We should clear the air, hyung, both of us.”

“I don’t think I did anything wrong.”

“You just called me a gremlin in front of everyone and said that if we roomed together I’d be missing by the morning.” 

“Again, nothing wrong.”

Myungbin let out a laugh at the way Junseo shrugged him off entirely, more focused on raising the cigarette to his lips than paying attention to anything Myungbin was saying. 

“Fine, I’ll apologize for trying to antagonize you, it was just fun watching you quake in anger-”

“This is an apology?”

“I like cracking jokes, it makes me feel less like you’re going to throw me off this roof.”

“If I commit murder, I’m not wasting a prison sentence on you.”

“Whoa,” Myungbin finally looked away from Junseo, his eyes focused on the skyline of Seoul in front of them. “I don’t know whether to be insulted or not.”

Another grunt in response, Myungbin peeked a stare at the older of the two from the corner of his eyes. He watched the way the smoke escaped his lips, suddenly feeling a sense of nostalgia amongst the smell of smoke, the cold air nipping at his neck, and the dark sky giving both a sense of comfort and loneliness. 

“I want to be your friend-”

“Are we in grade school?”

“and I’m willing to take a fifth of the space in the room to get to that place with you.”

Silence lulled between the two of them, the noise of the city remaining to fill the empty spaces. 

“A sixth.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor so my bed won’t take space.”

“Deal.”

The two of them finally made eye-contact, the faintest of smiles dancing across Junseo’s lips, allowing for Myungbin to return the gesture. Myungbin wasn’t sure the two of them would grow to be the best of friends or anything of the sort, but all that he cared about was making sure he wasn’t the one driving a wedge between this group of boys. 

A part of him didn’t think he could manage being the reason why another of his friend groups fell apart the way it did. 

덕수

2021

Myungbin was a sole believer in soulmates. He firmly believed that there was something out there for everyone. For some people, maybe their soulmate was within themselves. For some people, maybe their soulmate was in the form of a friendship that would last till the end of time. For some people, maybe their soulmate was someone who had a missing piece of their heart.

Myungbin knew in his heart everyone has someone. 

But he didn’t think everyone was destined to be with their soulmate. And that sometimes in life, it wasn’t a rare occurrence to meet the one who you knew you were destined to be with only to wake up one morning and only have them in your memories. He felt that even if someone was someone else’s soulmate, that there was a chance they’d meet and become so intertwined in each other’s lives only to unravel as quietly as when the strings of fate brought them together. 

Whenever he was close to vocalizing these feelings, Myungbin was always cautious. 

He didn’t think most people would get that he felt like he lost a part of himself-a part of his heart, when he managed to slip between his fingers. It felt surreal that when his eyes landed on him he felt his whole world shift, as if something missing had finally come together. 

When he was younger, he didn’t think much of it. Always the one to poke fun at his friends being in love, he never imagined himself in the same position. And he never found himself to be in love until everything he had with him slipped away and shattered in countless pieces that wouldn’t bring themselves back together. 

Myungbin’s sentiment extends to his idea that soulmates wouldn’t stay together if their souls aren’t ready to meet one another’s. That instead of love feeling like walking down a flowery path, with the breeze of undying comfort lingering in the air, and the warmth of holding hands bringing an unconditional sense of security, it felt like having flesh ripped open and letting the heart remain vulnerable to any blow and hurt that came its way, unable to do anything about it. Myungbin thought that if it wasn’t the right time, that the love two people held so dear would be the reason they fell apart rather than be the reason they grew closer. 

Myungbin wasn’t sure when or if he would ever find the person he knew in his guts was ‘the one who got away’, and he wasn’t sure if their souls were meant for each other’s anymore. 

But sitting in the cafe right in front of him, seeing the same face that had lingered in his mind for several years, Myungbin felt his world shift once again. 

#bobakocnet #kocsociety #fake kpop #idol oc #kpop addition #oc kpop idol #fake kpop group #idol!au #oc kpop group #c: myungbin #c: junseo #p: writing #haha i hate this #bUT i’ll let this monstrosity slide out just bc it’s the first i’ve written in a damn while smh #genuinely don’t like it but all these people are important for myungbin’s lil storyline! #plus...wanted to show off some silver millennium group dynamics here and there heh #anyways i love myungbin and would ride or die for my favorite clown #gonna have the boys’ idol debut soon as i try and make a trailer for their drama 🤥 #let’s all just ignore the scenario and focus on the gif i made bc hes so pretty it hurts a bit

[wonderfullyinaccurate]

Someone Like Me || Part 1/2

Warnings:

- Abusive Relationship(past mentioned and present actively described)

- Physical Abuse(past mentioned and present actively described)

You have been warned.

- Minjun is an OC made up completely by me.

This does not portray what I think of anyone involved and is simply made up of my imagination. Thank you. 

- Happy Ending(both parts)

Short Description: Jeongguk is in an abusive relationship and Taehyung comes to his rescue after a bad night.

Jeongguk’s POV

I flinch as a glass is thrown across the kitchen, just barely missing me, and shattering against the wall. Tears were already streaming down my face and I was shaking uncontrollably. I thought that I would have grown used to this now, but each time he became more and more terrifying. He became much more violent as the months progressed, I don’t know where it all went wrong. Everything was perfect. Where did I go wrong?

Ugly sobs were pouring out of me and all he did was continue to yell and berate me. He reached for more and more solid objects to launch in my direction. I try to dodge and avoid them but one of our particularly denser glass hit me in the head, shattering on my skull. I let out a choked scream as it struck me and almost instantly fell to the ground . He took this as an opportunity to dash over and grab me by my neck and yank me upwards. I gasp from the the sudden move and lack of inflowing air.

“You fucking bitch!”, Minjun yells while tightening his grip on my neck, “I asked you to do one simple fucking thing and you can’t even do that?! You’re home all fucking day doing absolutely nothing, you useless piece of shit!”

“Mi-Minjun. I-I’m s-sorry. I-I wa-was s-sick th-this mo-morning”, I say while gasping for air.

“Fucking useless!”, he says while throwing me back down to the ground.

I inhale sharply, trying to regain my breath. I reach a hand up to my neck, touching it lightly, it was sure to bruise from his force. I had barely gotten my breathing under control when I received a sharp kick right to my ribs, instantly knocking the air out of me again. He kicked me again in the stomach and once in the chest, though he was aiming for my face. I let out scream with every kick, hoping it would just end.

I curl up in to a small ball on the floor once the kicking ceased. Silent cries wracking through me. I hear him scoff and leave the room, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. Minutes later the front door to our shared apartment swings open and slams shut, signifying that he left, most likely to go drink. I stayed in my position, unable to move elsewhere at this point. I could feel a warm liquid trickling down my face, it had to be blood from the glass that hit me prior.

I was struggling to breathe still, he must have cracked a rib or something, I couldn’t tell though everything hurt. He had only been gone for a few minutes when I suddenly hear someone knocking loudly on the door. There is nothing I can think of at the moment to get their attention as I surely couldn’t yell either. The knocking continues. I could hear their voice now.

“Hello! I heard yelling! What’s going on? Is everything okay?”, a deep voice booms from outside, it almost sounds like the door was partially open.

Maybe Minjun slamming the door didn’t allow it to shut all the way.

I try making some noise, but anything that came out of my mouth was raspy and quiet. I slowly move my arm out and reach for a piece of broken glass before throwing it as best I as could to hit the other pieces. It seems to have worked, as the stranger from outside announces that they are coming in. I can hear the floor creak lightly as they slowly made their way further into the apartment. They made it to the kitchen area and instantly let out a loud gasp. The stranger rushes over too me and drops down to the floor, narrowly avoiding the glass.

“Oh my god! I-I...fuck!”, the man says panicked while he looks me over.

He quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, dialing for the police. The phone call was quick and barely audible to me. The man brings his attention back to me and stands up. He starts moving any glass away from the area surrounding me.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest before I begin to cough, blood finding its way out of my mouth. The man instantly panics more. He runs back over to me and slowly gets me to come out of my fetal-like position and saw a shard of glass stuck into my side. I must have landed on it when Minjun threw me back down.

“Shit, shit, shit. Okay, alright. The police and ambulance will be here soon alright, just stay focused on me. Just try to answer my questions, okay?”, the man asks me, trying his best to keep me awake.

I glance over to him and try to give a nod.

“Alright, alright, so what’s your name?”, he asked.

“J-Jeongguk. Je-Jeon Jeong-gguk”, I answer with a very raspy voice.

“Alright, good, good. Stay with me Jeongguk. I’m Taehyung. Do you know who did this?”, he asks another question while finding my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I pause for a moment.

“M-my bo-boyfriend, Mi-Minjun”, I answer shakily.

The faint sound of sirens can be heard in the distance as I am struggling more and more to breathe. Taehyung seems to take notice and tries his best to get me to take slower, deeper breaths. The sirens were outside now and I could hear the people rushing in. Everything began to get really dark. I can hardly understand what is going on. I could faintly hear the EMTs voices and the last thing I saw before everything went dark was Taehyung.

———————2 Weeks Later———————

I open my eyes to see nothing but bright lights, immediately squinting to adjust. A faint beeping sound slowly making its way through my ears and getting louder as I began to fully take in my surroundings.

I look around to see machines with different numbers and information on them, along with a heart rate monitor and I could feel the tubes and wires leading to my arms. I could finally recognize that I am in the hospital in what appears to be an ICU room. I am the only one in the room, at least until one of the nurses came in. She looks slightly surprised to see me awake.

“Mr. Jeon, nice to have you join us today. Do you know why you’re here?”, she asks me, getting straight to work.

“I...uh”, my voice comes out extremely hoarse and dry.

“Ah, hold that thought. I’ll get you some water and the doctor, okay?”, she said sweetly.

I nod.

She swiftly exits. I shift slightly in the bed and a quick spurt of pain shoots through my side causing me to hiss.

“Careful there. Don’t want to make it worse”, a deep voice cuts through the room.

I look over to see a slightly familiar face.

“I brought some water with me if you want it. It’s in a bottle.”, Taehyung says while holding the water up, “I’m assuming the nurse has already seen you?”

I nod as he walks closer. He uncaps the bottle and passes it to me. I reach up and take it from him slowly and begin to drink as he continues talking.

“I’m sure the nurse told you that she was gonna bring water?”, he questions.

“Y-yeah”, I say while moving the water bottle away.

“Have you seen the doctor yet? I’ve been gone for like two hours or so”, he asks.

“N-no. I j-just woke up”, I answer.

“Oh. I see. Well, I guess we’ll wait for them then”, he says while moving over to the chair near the bed, “Question. What’s today?”

“Huh?”, I look over at him.

“Mm, you know. Monday? Tuesday? What’s today?”, he asks again.

“Umm.”, I pause to think.

If it was Thursday when Minjun did this, I can’t imagine that it’s been more than a day or two. I thought I would feel more pain, but it must be the morphine or something.

“It’s either Friday or Saturday, right?”, I finally answer.

“Mm, not quite. It’s Thursday”, he says while watching my expression change.

Thursday? But...what?

“Thursday? It’s been a week?”, I ask clearly confused.

“Two actually. But it’s nothing to be alarmed of”, he says still watching me.

“T-two weeks?”, I repeat somewhat emotional.

“Hey, it’s—“, Taehyung starts.

A knock sounds through the room and the nurse returns with water and the doctor.

“Ah, Mr. Kim, nice to see you again. I see you brought him water already. I’ll just set this down over here for later.”, she says while setting the styrofoam cup down on a rolling table near the bed, “Dr. Sonu is here to check you over and answer any questions, okay? I’ll be back later, sweetheart.”

The nurse leaves the room and the doctor comes closer to me and checks the information on the monitors while writing some stuff down.

“Alright, hi Jeongguk, I’m Dr. Sonu Chihun. I’ve been looking after you while you’ve been here and helped preform the surgery you had. How are you feeling?”, Dr. Sonu asks me.

“I-I...what? I had surgery? I don’t know what’s going on”, I say, starting to tear up.

Taehyung stands up and quickly walks over to the side opposite of the doctor and takes my hand. He gently rubs his thumb on the back of my hand.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know all this information is coming at you really quickly right now, but I just need you to breath and relax, okay? We’re gonna fill you in, I promise”, Taehyung says, giving my hand a light little squeeze.

I nod slowly, taking in a few deep breaths before looking back towards Dr. Sonu.

“Right yes, I’m sorry. That was partially my fault. Let’s talk. I’m sure you know the reason you were brought in, yes”, Dr. Sonu asks while I nod, “Right, well, we had to take you into surgery upon arrival for the glass shard that had entered into your side, as it had punctured your lung.”

My mouth formed and “o” shaped as the doctor was explaining.

“Are you feeling much pain from that side right now just laying there?”, he asks.

“Uh, not really. Maybe a slight pinch, but that may be because I shifted a bit earlier”, I answer him.

“Mm, well, that’s about normal for where you are now. What about any other discomforts? Like your head?”, he says while taking more notes.

“Uh, not really?”, I say.

“That’s good. I don’t think you’ll have to stay here much longer Mr. Jeon. Maybe two or three more days max, just to clear some things. Once you are able to leave though, you’ll have to make sure you keep your movement and lifting limited for the time being. I’ll remind you of all this once we start filling out the discharge papers, alright?”, Dr. Sonu says while giving me a smile.

“Al-alright”, I nod.

“Nice seeing you boys. And, I’ll be back to check on you again later Jeongguk”, the doctor says while leaving the room.

I let out a shuttering sigh as I dove into my thoughts, completely missing the fact that Taehyung had never let go of my hand. He continues to rub small circles into the back of my hand before speaking up.

“What are you thinking about?”, he asks.

I shake my head coming back into reality.

“I...I have no where to go once I’m out of here. I can’t go back there to that apartment, Minjun had me delete all my friends from my phone and change my number months ago, I have no clue where my family is, and what if he comes back for me. I ju-just”, I begin to cry.

“Shh, it’s okay. I promise Minjun won’t ever see you again, the police found him two days after what he did to you. You two won’t see each other for a long time, you don’t have to worry about him anymore. As for your friends and family, I’m sure we can find them together while you stay with me”, he says reassuringly.

“What? Really? No...no that’s not right. You’ve already wasted two weeks here with me, I can’t—“, I start.

“No, it’s not a waste coming here to check on you. Let me tell you a quick story, okay?”, he asks while I nod, “A few years ago, I was in a situation just like yours. I was in a toxic and abusive relationship with no escape. He made me do all the same things Minjun did to you, I lost everything I had because of him. Well, one night we were out having dinner, a night I thought was going to be different for a change. At one point I had excused myself and when I returned my leg hit the table causing his drink to spill down on to him, completely on accident. He blew up right then and there, the restaurant full of people. I kept on apologizing and then, as a waiter was passing by, he grabbed the bottle they were carrying and smashed it over my head. I fell to the ground instantly and people screamed. He went to kick me and was able to get one good one in before other patrons of the restaurant, whether they were workers or customers, came in to restrain him and check me. I was barely coherent at this point. The next thing I remember was waking up here, in the hospital. There was one other person in the room and she was looking down at her phone. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and looked up and smiled at me. She did for me, what I’m doing for you, because she told me her story, but no one was there for her. It sucked. She made me promise to do the same, if I had ever found myself in the same situation. So, here I am. I am a man of my word”, he tells me with a few tears prickling at his eyes.

I look at him with pure sympathy in my eyes.

“Wow. I’m so sorry, Taehyung”, I say.

“No need. It’s in the past now. For now, we’ll focus on you”, he says while booping my nose.

“...okay”, I finally agree.

————————1 Week Later———————-

I was discharged from the hospital two days after I had woken up and I’ve been living in Taehyung’s spare room since. He went and collected my clothes from my old apartment beforehand. I couldn’t bear the thought of going back there at the moment. Just the thought alone of returning there made me tear up.

Currently I am laying in bed, as the doctor— and Taehyung—have me on strict bed rest. I was told that I could move around for maybe 15 to 30 minutes at a time, but to take long periods of rest in between. For my safety, the doctor also said not to move around without Taehyung being present, just in case I wasn’t able to handle it. I only really moved back and forth from the bedroom to the living room or dining table. I wasn’t allowed to sit up right for long periods of time either, Dr. Sonu said 30 minutes was my limit for most things.

I heard a knock on my door before Taehyung opens it completely and steps into the room. He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge.

“How are you feeling today? Have I brought your medicine in yet?”, he asks.

“Better, I think. And you have, earlier this morning. Did you forget?”, I ask with a light chuckle, anything more would’ve hurt still.

“Ah, right.”, he laughs, “That’s good that you’re feeling better as well because I have some news!”

“News? Is it the good kind?”, I ask while looking directly at him.

“Of course! When would I ever deliver bad news?”, he acts shocked, “Anyways, I believe I have found some friends of yours!”

“Wait!? Really?!”, I ask shocked.

“Mhm! Do the names Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, and Kim Seokjin sound familiar to you?”, he asks, showing some excitement.

“Oh my god! How?”, I ask as tears start pouring out, “I never thought that I would see them again.”

Taehyung moves closer to my face and wipes away the tears.

“I’m assuming these are happy tears?”, he chuckles.

I nod while smiling like an idiot.

“I haven’t seen them in soo long. I miss them all so much. How did you find them?”, I ask, a few tears still escaping.

“The internet is a wonderful place when you’re looking for people. I’m part of a page that helps reunite lost family and friends. I put a notice out the day you had told me about them and I’ve just heard back today. I’ve messaged back and forth with a few of them and the all want to come see you!”, he answers enthusiastically, “I told them that when you’re more mobile would be the best time, so you guys can properly hang out. So, you better get to healing up faster!”

“Doctor says three more weeks, so I better be. I can’t stand not being able to move freely right now”, I joke.

“I’m sure, you seem like your more of a free spirited kinda guy”, he says.

“My friends used to call me that a lot when I was younger, so I guess I am. I was just...held back”, I say the last part quietly.

Taehyung rubs my shoulder.

“Well, no more of that. If the doctor clears you for it, we’re going to one of the funnest places I can think of when your friends get here”, he announces.

“Sounds amazing!”, I say while smiling.

“Great, now let’s watch a movie! You pick one out and I’ll go get snacks!”, he says giddily.

“Alright, sounds like a plan to me!”

(1/2)

#bts #bts ships #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #taekook #taegguk #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #angst #some fluff #bts angst #jungkook angst #jungkook and taehyung #someone like me #part 1 #1/2 #happy ending

[love-kazin]

Fondue

Genre: friends to lovers.

Pairing: Kim Minjun/Jun. K x Reader (gender neutral).

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.097.

Looking at the clock, you were trying to decide how your saturday night would be. The answer came in a text message from your beloved friend Minjun. 

-x-

"Are you at home?" Your phone was buzzing with a new message from your friend Minjun. "Yep. Trying to decide if I go out or if I just stay in watching movies." "We could eat fondue tonight. Let me know what you think." Truth be told, your stomach growled with that text. Plus, your heart missed your friend because he was always busy. And the most important: spend the night in some club wasn't something you enjoyed just like in the beginning of your twenty's. The thirty's is closer to the door and being in your bed feels more comfy. "I think it's a great idea. My place or yours?" "Yours. I'm leaving the market. Somehow I knew that you'd choose to stay in." "Am I that predictable?" "No. I just know you too well." Being friends for years can result in this. Also in you having no need to look gorgeous, but Minjun would always say the same thing. "You look great." And you always did the same thing: rolled eyes chuckling and telling him to shut up. So now he was standing in your kitchen after the compliment. "We didn't see each other in almost three months and you're not gonna hug me?" He was the one chuckling walking till the living room. "I'm sorry, I didn't knew you liked so much to stay in my arms, Y/N." The gasp was loud. How could he say those things and make you blush? But again, truth be told, you really liked. Minjun was strong, big and warm. You always felt safe and comfortable when he hugs you. But you weren't telling him that. "How have you been?" And with that, the food started to being cooked. "This smells good." "Of course, Minjun. I'm the one doing it." "You're so full of yourself, aren't you?" "You like me anyway." He truly did. At some point in your friendship, being with you seemed to be better than not being with you. So when he needed to stay away for work, or you for the same reason, his heart was broken in tiny pieces, until you could finally meet so it could be glued again. But he wasn't telling you this. How could he do it? "Ok, it's done. Let's eat." Everything was placed in the wood table in front of the sofa. Included a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Yeah, I guess I agree with you." "Hm?" "You cook very well." So, here's the thing. Whenever you said something very proudly about small things, you tended to joke. It was fun and nice to make people laugh. Specially Minjun because you liked how his perfect teeth showed up in a smile that could light up the whole city and how his laugh seemed a beautiful melody. But whenever he agreed with you or complimented you, you turned into a shy little hedgehog trying to hide so he wouldn't see the blush on your face. Never worked because he'd always capture this lovely image and locked up in the special place you had in his mind. "I didn't have the chance to say anything about it until now but these glasses looks amazing on you." "Oh, do you think so?" "Yeah. You know how I like men with glasses. I cannot lie about this." Well, he was going to definitely be with those glasses around you. "Can I ask you something?" You just hummed drinking your wine. "I know you like to stay in, but why? I mean, you could be meeting guys and dating." "I'm getting old!" "Everybody is and that's not a reason." "I'm tired of going to clubs and guys hitting on me with those lame pick up lines just to get in my pants. How could I ever date someone like that?" "Oh, so you do have a type? I thought you didn't." How could you say that he was your ideal type? "I like men who knows how to respect people and be nice. And I'm not gonna meet anyone like this while partying hard. People aren't there to be rational and cool." Minjun sometimes partied hard. Could that be a reason to dislike him? "I like men who cooks with me, and shares a wine and stories. Men that I can speak friendly and have fun in a lot of ways, but that aren't with me just for the good things." Ok, so maybe you said too much. "You know, this dinner we're having right now looks like a date." And you weren't making anything to stop yourself. "I would like if you saw it in that way." Hold on, what? "What?" What was going on? "Do you know why am I single, Y/N?" "Because... you aren't interested in anyone?" "I'm interested. But in you. And I don't know if it's mutual. But I just have eyes for you." You stared blankly to the man in front of you. What did he just said? Were you drunk already and imagining things? Was he really saying that he likes you? He drank his glass of wine waiting for your answer as you stand on your feet and walked overthinking about what could happen because of this. You were close friends for years! "Y/N... It's okay. You don't need to like me back..." "It's not okay!" You could see him tensing up. "Did I just ruined our friendship?" He chuckled but you could feel the sadness while he buried his face in his hands. And to be very honest, you would be lying if you said he did. Because it wouldn't be possible since you liked him too. So the friendship could be over, or could remain as you both started something else. "I don't want us to be apart just because I have feelings." "This isn't a small thing, Minjun. Don't speak like that about what you feel." "I think I made everything worse now, Y/N." You walked your way back and kneeled in front of the man you adored. "I think you made everything better." Holding his face with your both hands, you didn't think twice before pecking his lips. "W-what..." He tried to read your face but you didn't show any doubts. "I like you." Minjun didn't processed this phrase, which didn't stopped him to give you the best kiss of your life. Passionate, slow and tasting like wine. Intoxicating all your senses and making you drown in the moment. So maybe you like the cliché of friends to lovers. But you're definitely like Minjun in every cliché life could create. 

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[justtextmeoppa]

When you’re jelous of another actress - Nichkhun, Taecyeon, Jun k

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Chaos of Life

Summary:

Yoongi doesn't do things he doesn't like to do. He doesn't talk to people he doesn't like. He doesn't go to class if he doesn't want to. He doesn't even bother to look at those he doesn't think deserves his attention. So, Jimin can't help but wonder what on Earth he did to deserve this strange boys attention.

Chapter  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Yoonmin University Fanfiction. Multiple Chapters. Warnings Don’t Apply. Good for General Audiences.

You can also read it on: Archive Of Our Own and Fanfiction.net

Chapter Nine:

Jimin woke up at three in the morning to his phone buzzing softly by his head. It jostled him from a particularly pleasant dream, but that didn't make him hesitate to drag himself out of bed and into the hall to take the call. He didn't even check the caller-id. He knew that to get a call at three in the morning it must be important. Whatever it was anyway.

The door clicked shut behind him and he slid the green call button across his screen.

"Hello?" He mumbled groggily.

"Is it true?"

The voice wasn't in any way familiar and it made Jimin's brain do a quick mental restart.

"Is what true?"

"Is it true that… Oh, you know! Don't make me say it!"

Jimin wasn't really able to keep up with everything happening. Partly because he was too tired to wrap his head around it. Partly because the words made no sense to him whatsoever.

"Who is this?" Jimin finally asked.

"Don't be stupid," the voice responded. Why didn't he sound tired at all? It was way too early for anyone to reasonably be up. "It's Kim Minjun!"

Jimin vaguely remembered graduating with someone with that name. But he knew that he hadn't been very close to them at all. Maybe one of his friends had? He could somewhat picture a face.

"How do you even have my phone number?" He continued. At this point he let his back hit the wall and slide down to the floor, tiredly palming his face with his hand.

"It's free domain on the Facebook page. Anyways, is it true that you're a prostitute?"

Jimin fell silent for a moment, suddenly feeling wide awake. He noted the way that his breath hitched in his throat, how his body stiffened at the words.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't tell me you really don't know? This is a little awkward…"

Minjun went silent for a moment.

"I guess it doesn't hurt to catch you up," he finally decided.

Jimin was pretty dazed but the end consensus of the whole situation was clear. Jimin's best friend in high school, Hajoon, one day recently created a facebook group exposing everything he had ever disliked about Jimin and invited almost everyone in their school to join. It evolved into everyone describing how shitty Jimin was and everything Jimin had ever done that could be considered bad. The group was apparently extremely active and had been so since the first day it was opened. The fact that Jimin hadn't found it on his own, or that his friends here hadn't yet discovered it was nothing short of a miracle.

After hanging up with Minjun, Jimin opened up Facebook to look at the group and suddenly realized why his phone had been going off. Apparently, just about everyone who had gone to school with him had something bad to say about him. Even the people that Jimin had been relatively close to had made a post. Some of them. A lot of them, even had the guts to tag him in their posts.

Park Jimin the pretty boy…. Can't imagine he is doing anything productive nowadays…

God Park Jimin was the absolute worst, has he not killed himself yet? He was so pathetic in high school I just imagined he'd get around to it soon.

Okay but, one time Park Jimin chose food over me. FOOD OVER ME. Why does he think he's too good to hang out with his girlfriend?

I don't even know why people liked Park Jimin, he's got such a feminine way about him, I'm not convinced he isn't a girl even to this day lol.

The longer Jimin scrolled the page the further his heart sank.

He had always known he wasn't perfect. He'd have to be more self-absorbed than many people thought he was to think that he was in any way so. Still, he hadn't thought that given the opportunity so many people would have something bad to say about him.

The further he got in, the worse Jimin's heart sank. Sleep was now a thing of the past. He didn't think he would ever sleep again after reading all of this.

He considered not thinking about it too much but sadly thinking about not thinking really just meant him thinking about it more and more.

He closed his eyes and he just saw the Facebook page in his mind, scrolling through every post again and again. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't prevent the words swirling around in his mind, reminding him of what he had been looking at. He looked at the clock.

He felt like he had been up for days. It was only 7 am.

7 am, the cafeteria was open.

Jimin got to his feet, hesitantly packing his bag for the day. He took everything he would need for the day… He didn't imagine he would come back anytime soon, he had a lot of classes to go to and in-between… He'd probably just try his best to distract himself.

He crept out of the bedroom and made his way down the hallway. As he did he brushed past someone in his hall who he didn't know. They murmured something after him, but Jimin figured it was a coincidence, other than an actual statement. It was too early for anyone to be fully functional anyways.

Not that Jimin is capable of doing anything properly on his own. He always asks for help and then stares at everyone with that stupid smirk of his while everyone goes out of their way to help him.

Jimin groaned and rubbed his head with the palm of his head aggravatedly.

"Get out of my head," he grumbled to himself. It didn't make the thought go away. Jimin was so lost in his thoughts like that all day that nothing really seemed to establish well. He couldn't study or watch television. He couldn't focus on his classes, and it only got worse when he skipped his Economics class. The intention had been, well completely honestly it had been to avoid Yoongi.

That boy could read him like a book, and so could the rest of his friends. He had to avoid them as much as possible today, what if they found out that he was not actually a likable person? He couldn't imagine one of his few new friends in college finding out about the Facebook page… If his current friends were okay to pretend like they liked him… Maybe that was okay for now, but if Yoongi who didn't pretend to like anything for even a second found out about the page. If he heard his flaws… He would leave him.

Oh, god, he could lose Yoongi as a friend.

Jimin took a deep shaky breath and paused outside of his bedroom door, feeling a little dizzy. Maybe he shouldn't return to his dorm. He wasn't in a good place, the others would detect it, the others would leave him if they knew he knew that he was awful.

Even in his haze, Jimin knew that he was being dramatic. He swallowed deeply and raised his hand to the doorknob, his fingers were trembling. He closed his eyes.

Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious.

He pushed the door to his room open and immediately attracted the attention of pretty much everyone there. He smiled.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?" Taehyung asked immediately. Jimin scrunched his face together in confusion.

"What isn't wrong, am I right?" He joked with a smile.

"You left really early this morning, we were a little worried," Taehyung insisted. "And then we saw you but you didn't see us…"

Jimin shrugged it off.

"You're being dramatic," he insisted. He sat down at his desk and began to pull his homework out of his bag. He thought that the studious behavior would make him seem better, but apparently, it just made him that more suspicious. In an instant, Namjoon had placed his hand on his shoulder. It made Jimin jump.

"Jimin, are you alright?" Namjoon finally asked. "You've been high strung all day."

The rest of the room nodded their agreement. Jimin didn't respond so Jin added to the conversation.

"Yoongi says you've been avoiding him today."

Jimin bit his lip nervously, he hadn't thought that Yoongi would notice.

"It's nothing," he mumbled, but even as he spoke the tears began to drip from his eyes. He sniffled, a little too loudly. "It's just been a really bad day."

The tears began to flow more freely and he sunk to the floor in an attempt to bury the sorrow from his friends. He hadn't wanted to drag anyone else into this stupid situation, but even so here he was. In an instant Hoseok and Taehyung were on him, their arms wrapped around his body as it shook with strangled sobs.

"Jimin, what happened?" Namjoon asked him softly. Jimin wanted to keep lying about it, but he knew in the end that now he might as well just tell the truth.

"I got a call last night from Minjun," he explained.

"Minjun?" Taehyung interrupted his eyebrows scrunching together.

"We graduated with him," Jimin explained, even though he was crying he was able to muster a rather nonchalant look and a shrug. "I didn't remember him at first either."

"Jimin," Jin hissed. "What did Minjun say?"

"Oh," Jimin replied. "Right um, he told me that Hajoon started a Facebook page against me and pretty much it's just a bunch of posts talking about what an awful person I am."

The tears rolled down Jimin's cheeks again as he thought about the posts.

"Why do any of you guys even bother with me? Why do you pretend to be my friends?" He asked desperately. "I'm awful, I'm clearly utterly and completely awful-"

Jimin suddenly got up, pushing his friends away from him.

"I-I should move out, I can still do that. Why do you guys spend any time with me at all? Why does Min Yoongi want to get to know me?!"

"Jimin-"

"Don't start," Jimin blurted. "You guys must hate me."

A commotion from Jimin's bed dragged him out of his state of reverie. He didn't look at the bed, he just paused, fat warm tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at the first person, he could make eye contact with. It ended up being Jin.

"Is there someone else in this room?"

Jin nodded silently. Jimin shut his eyes tightly.

"Please tell me it's not Min Yoongi."

He heard the bed shake a little as someone climbed down it, and in a moment, there was an undeniable presence right next to him.

"It is."

Jimin wasn't sure what to say, so instead, he didn't say anything. He just turned around a gazed at Yoongi, feeling pained.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Yoongi demanded. Jimin found he couldn't look at Yoongi very long without feeling guilty. Not because he had initially felt bad about keeping the information from the boy. He didn't really- well, he hadn't not until he saw that look on Yoongi's face. His gaze was a little harder then Jimin was used to seeing it, his eyebrows drawn in towards one another tighter. He was actually upset by this.

"I didn't want to worry-"

"Who is doing it?"

Yoongi's interruption was curt. It was clear he wanted to explode but was holding back significantly. Jimin appreciated that.

"You don't-"

"I don't care if I know him or not, what's his name?" Yoongi reiterated. Jimin didn't hesitate.

"Kim Hajoon."

Yoongi exhaled sharply from his nose, which gave Jimin an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"Why didn't you tell me about this when you first found out?" Yoongi asked, his voice still a little scary. Jimin lowered his eyes from Yoongi's again, so Yoongi moved to force Jimin to catch his gaze. "You should have told me as soon as you found out. The moment you knew."

Yoongi's hand suddenly shot forward, stopping not far from Jimin's own hand. Jimin squinted at it, realizing after only a few moments that Yoongi had wanted to grab his wrist, but needed permission first. He moved his hand forward, and Yoongi took it.

His attitude was odd, to say the least. He was clearly angry, his nostrils flustered a little, and he couldn't keep eye contact with Jimin for long. He was being rougher than usual, and he wasn't as soft as Jimin had gotten used to him being. Even so, the warm touch was clearly supposed to be comforting. It was a gentle momentary caress. Warm skin against cold skin. Jimin found it to be very welcoming.

"Yoongi hyung…"

Yoongi dropped Jimin's hand and turned around.

"I've got to go."

And without another word, he left the room. All eyes fell on Jin when he left but Jin clearly didn't have any answers for them.

"I don't keep secrets from Yoongi," Jin explained with a shrug. "I've never seen him react like this to anything."

Jimin's heart sank in his chest. Suddenly, he was worried about something different than his friends hating him. Suddenly, it didn't matter if anyone else in the world hated him. Not all of his Facebook, not every single person he had ever gone to school with. Suddenly, the only person he didn't want to hate him was Min Yoongi.

God, he really hoped he hadn't messed everything up.

Yoongi wasn't at class the next day. Jimin only went to economics that day, and he only went to economics to see Yoongi, and Yoongi wasn't even there. He spent all day worrying about it. Was Yoongi mad at him? What had he meant when he asked for Hajoon's name? Why had he just left?

He rubbed his hand against his face and tried to focus on his work. He was in college dammit, he had homework to worry about, he didn't have time to just stress over Yoongi all the time.

He was finally settling back into his work… Did 7+7 equal 14 or was he delusional? Should probably check. That was of course when something jostled his attention away from his work and to the tall boy who had suddenly joined his side.

"Let's go out Jimin," Namjoon suggested softly. "We can go to a party, you can get your mind off of everything. I'll keep an eye on you."

Jimin brushed off the suggestion, barely glancing up from his Math.

"I should focus, I have an exam Monday," he said instead. He could feel the doubtful look Namjoon was giving him so he turned around and offered him a smile. "I'm okay. I just need some time alone."

Namjoon was hesitant, but he nodded slowly.

"Okay," he agreed quietly.

The others were even more hesitant to leave Jimin alone. They seemed to think that if he was alone, he would get worse. He appreciated the concern, but deep down he knew that it would be okay. He was already worrying less about the Facebook page. Everyone on it was acquaintances and people he hadn't known well or at all. The people he had been closest with in high school weren't in the Facebook group. The only one who was was Hajoon, and honestly, Jimin didn't care what he thought anymore. There was a reason Jimin wasn't friends with Hajoon any more and if he had hated Jimin so much, he clearly wasn't a good friend in the first place.

What now bugged Jimin, more than the bullies, more than anything else, was what happened to Yoongi.

Jimin was jostled from his thoughts by a sharp knock at the door. He wrinkled his nose and set his pencil down.

Before he opened the door, he peeked through the peephole. Dark curly hair, wide brown eyes, eyebrows creased, lips trembling. Hajoon?

Jimin practically ripped the door open. He knew Hajoon well, they had been best friends for four years, and he knew a concerned expression when he saw one.

"Hajoon, what are you doing here? Are you alright?" He blurted uncertainly. Once the door was open, he was able to really assess the situation. He scrunched his nose. "Yoo-Yoongi?"

Hajoon opened his mouth but Yoongi spoke first.

"Hey," he spoke softly.

"You weren't in class," Jimin murmured. He suddenly remembered how messy his hair was and ran his fingers through the strands to try and tidy it. Of course, once that was fixed Jimin realized that he was dressed like a total slob, cause he hadn't expected to see anyone other than his close friends that night. He shrunk behind the door a little.

"I was busy," Yoongi responded. His eyes briefly wandered away from Jimin, floating towards Hajoon.

"Right!" Jimin blurted. "Hajoon, are you okay?"

Something flickered through Hajoon's eyes, but he looked away as soon as it happened.

"Ye-yeah."

Jimin couldn't help his concern. He reached forward, grabbing Hajoon's wrist.

"Seriously, Hajoon, what's going on?"

Yoongi had a strong glare fixed on Jimin that he mostly chose to ignore. He'd deal with Yoongi in a moment.

He may be glaring at him, but nonetheless, Jimin had a feeling the boy wasn't actually mad at him. So, he didn't mind coming to a compromise in his brain, deciding that he would get to the one he cared about the most about later.

"I came to… apologize."

Jimin squinted.

"Apologize?"

Hajoon noded, but the action was strained. As long as Jimin had known the other boy, he had always been bad at apologizing. It was pretty difficult to apologize, after all, when you never thought you were in the wrong. Jimin had never seen his friend apologize sincerely to anyone. So seeing him even attempt to apologize when he knew Jimin knew he couldn't so do was odd.

"Look, the Facebook thing was overly cruel. Truth is, I… I missed you, and I was made because you were doing so great, and you're so smart, and you've got all kind of friends, and you're such a damn pretty boy-" Hajoon interrupted himself, and took a soft shaky breath. "And I'm struggling a lot. Honestly, I was only really mad for ten minutes but the Facebook page grew out of control."

Even odder, this apology (aside from the tangent) seemed to be sincere. Jimin knew it was he couldn't emphasize enough that he knew Hajoon. He knew what Hajjon said and thought and did better than he knew himself because being friends with Hajoon meant that everything was about Hajoon.

"I never meant to hurt you Jimmy-" Another reason Jimin didn't really miss Hajoon. He knew Jimin hated to be called Jimmy. Yet, he still did it. "I'm really sorry."

Despite it all, Jimin wasn't upset. He wasn't happy or reassured, but he was no longer upset. All he wanted was to get Hajoon out of here and to talk to Yoongi. Yoongi. Wow, he had been really worried about Yoongi…

"I accept your apology," Jimin said forcing a smile onto his lips. "But you didn't have to come all this way just to apologize and… Why is Yoongi with you?"

"I drove to your hometown. Nice city. We ran into one another," Yoongi explained. Jimin's jaw dropped.

"You what?"

"He threatened me," Hajoon murmured. Yoongi shifted at the comment, which in turn made Hajoon yelp.

"Get out of here, I don't want you seeing Jimin anymore."

That, definitely explained why Hajoon had been so freaked out earlier. Jimin had honestly expected Hajoon to argue with the order, or at least ignore the statement. He wasn't in anyway obedient. Jimin couldn't think of a time in which he had listened to anyone else. Not at all, much less right away. But the minute the command left Yoongi's lips, Hajoon was bowing deeply.

"Thank you, for your time," he blurted. "See you around Jimin."

Jimin opened his mouth to protest, to say that it was ridiculous that Hajoon was actually afraid of him, but before he could Hajoon had disappeared down the hall. Jimin stared after him.

"Didn't you drive him here?"

Yoongi's eyes were on Jimin and Jimin only. He tried to ignore that as he stared after his ex-friend.

"Yes, yes I did," he agreed. Jimin quirked his head towards Jimin and raised an eyebrow at him.

"How's going to get back home, we're a few hours out." Yoongi shrugged offhandedly. Jimin thought it was cute… Nice really to be in Yoongi's presence again, when he noticed that he was coming closer.

He wrinkled his eyebrows a little, and subconsciously shifted away from Yoongi, finding his behavior a little odd. It didn't help in any way though, because Yoongi just grew closer. There was an off-air about him suddenly. He kept staring at Jimin, seeming like he didn't care about anything other than that moment right then and there. Jimin wasn't used to anyone being this… Intense towards him. Only him teasing people like that his way.

Somehow Yoongi's fingers found themselves tangled in Jimin's hair, sliding the rough the strands until his warm hand found itself to the back of his neck. Jimin was in the moment lost in Yoongi's wide thoughtful eyes, unable to think of much other than the fact that Yoongi was right in front of him, touching him, making his heart pound at a hundred miles an hour... What was he going to do? The boy in question put pressure on the back of Jimin's neck with the palm of his hand, pushing Jimin's head forward slightly. Then he pressed his lips gingerly to the boy's forehead.

When Yoongi pulled away, Jimin almost didn't notice. The warmth of Yoongi's lips burned in the center of his forehead. Jimin raised a hand to touch it, feeling bewildered. Before he could question it, Yoongi was speaking.

"Were you upset?"

Jimin nervously ran his fingers through his hair ruffling up the strands that Yoongi had tidied. He considered speaking but… He decided he didn't trust his voice enough to. He just nodded slowly.

"Next time you're upset, come to me first."

Jimin's breath hitched in his throat. He couldn't think right about the sentence, and he certainly didn't have time to respond. Yoongi glanced at his watch and then withdrew from Jimin.

"I have to go, I'll see you in class."

And then he was gone, and Jimin was breathless.

Chapter Ten

#yoonmin #chaos of life

[etastra-moved]

hc ; the thirteen

all thirteen cosmos, whether currently aware or not, have an ailment ( whether physical, mental, psychological, etc., or some combination thereof ) of their true heritage, which varies from individual to individual. it is, in some way or form, a way to either trigger the lost memories that they have, or a simple manifestation of their cosmic heritage.

for some of the thirteen, these ailments will be the cause/were the cause of their becoming aware ; for some, the ailments have nothing to do with becoming aware and their awareness manifests due to external circumstances ; for others, they will never become aware, regardless of the ailment they have and external circumstances.

below the cut are the list of ailments by cosmos, and whether or not the ailments will trigger a status change.

SOO JIWON, THE FIRST - suffered seizures throughout childhood into adolescence, one of which triggered his memories, at age 11, after which the seizures lessened until he rarely, if ever, has them now.

LEE YOUNGSOO, THE SECOND - suffers from multiple sclerosis, in which youngsoo will be symptom free up until his late 20s as well as migraines ; these ailments will not cause a status change.

OH JUNSEO, THE THIRD - the only one whose ailment occurred much later and was not something he was born with - suffers from neurogenic stuttering and selective mutism, as brought upon by a car crash at age 19. this did not cause a status change and will not cause one either.

MA AOYUN, THE FOURTH - developed OCD ( specifically a combination of checking and symmetry/orderliness ) around 8/9 years old that he still deals with today, and that flares up during times of extreme stress especially. this did not trigger his change in status, though was a step towards becoming aware.

IM HOJIN, THE FIFTH - unofficially diagnosed with fantasy prone personality ( FPP ), or a very overactive imagination. when combined with lack of proper diet and sleep, visual hallucinations can occur as well. while these visual hallucinations won’t trigger a status change, they will lessen once hojin becomes aware ( which will be due to external circumstances ).

BAE KYUNGMIN, THE SIXTH - was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum at age 6 and is still considered being on the spectrum despite becoming aware. this diagnosis was not the cause of kyungmin’s status change.

SUN HOSUNG, THE SEVENTH - suffers from chronic nightmares in the forms of memories from his time as a cosmos, beginning from age 15/16 and continuing until now. if given the attention and time, these memories/nightmares will eventually trigger a status change but, given hosung’s aversion to them, will not likely happen in the near future.

MUN DAEHO, THE EIGHTH - diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder at age 19 ( which is when the shift from being happy about being a cosmic entity to being malcontent occurred ) ; is considered a high-functioning sociopath. this diagnosis did not trigger his status change, which occurred at age 15.

SEONG MINJUN, THE NINTH - diagnosed with dyslexia when he was seven ; minjun will not experience a status change due to this diagnosis, but this diagnosis is one step towards his status change.

BAO CHUNYU, THE TENTH - currently diagnosed with sickle cell anemia and, in the near future, will be diagnosed with fibromyalgia. neither of these diagnoses would trigger a status change, which will come from an external factor.

CHOI KWANGSU, THE ELEVENTH - developed acute stress disorder, which developed after experiencing a weekend-long kidnapping when he was ten ( and that he blocked out ). this disorders will not trigger a status change.

PARK HYUNJUN, THE TWELFTH - suffers from both tinnitus and synesthesia, the latter in which music is heavily associated with color. neither of these will trigger a status change, and a status change is unlikely to happen in the near future.

KIM INSU, THE THIRTEENTH - also diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, though diagnosed at age 16 ; unlike daeho, insu is only considered a sociopath. insu is one of the very few who will not remember what he is, regardless of this personality disorder or the various substances he abuses.

#i've been meaning to post kinda relevant hcs for the 13 for a while now #since i have... so many things to say about them #there are potential trigger warnings below the cut #but idfk how to tag them tbh ? #➤ ᶜᵉˡᵉˢᵗᶤᵃˢ ┊ ❛ the stars tell a story ❜ #➤ ᵠᵘᵉᵘᵉ ┊ ❛ should be adulting ; probably sleeping ❜