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sungielvr · 9 months

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Nervous Young Inhumans

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Warning - smoking weed, talk about depression

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Once Seoyoon calmed her breathing she sat there for a second with her face tingling and her body numb thinking about what excuse she could give Chan as to why she can't go. But as her brain began to think she realized that this friendship might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she may never find friends as tight and as kind as these and she's just not ready to let her self-destruction ruin this quite yet.

That being said, Seoyeon's body still heavy heart still shaking she gets up and hops in the shower so she can hangout with Chan. She gets dressed into a pair of light blue flowy pants and a white tank top with a matching white sweater to go over. Seoyoon looks at her phone and texts Chan her address. When she looks back up at the mirror in her room she lets out a deep breath and smiles. She needs this to look realistic; she doesn't need someone to pity her.

Her awkward facial modeling in the mirror was interrupted by a ping from her phone—a text from Chan, indicating that he had arrived. Her heart started to beat a little quicker before she rushed out the door, she took a big hit of her dab pen before putting it in her purse hoping it would calm her nerves enough not to make an embarrassment of herself.

As she locked up and descended the stairs, Chan was leaning on the car, waiting for her. As their eyes met, an unknown force seemed to push her emotions to the surface, making her want to break down in tears and seek comfort in his arms. His eyes exuded an overwhelming compassion that momentarily shook her smile, though she quickly regained composure. Seoyoon approached him, waving, but instead of reciprocating, Chan looked concerned, quickly sensing that something was bothering her.

“Are you okay, Yoonie-shi?” Chan gently held her arms, scrutinizing her with care. Despite feeling small under his gaze, she playfully shook him off, reassuring him that she was fine, and proceeded to the passenger side of the car.

Chan let it go for the time being and got in the car with her, before he drove off he gave her his phone to let her play music. Seoyoon chose her Twice playlist, considering it a safe choice since almost everyone loves Twice. The short drive to the restaurant remained comfortably silent.

They both had their food and were working on the second bottle of soju.

Once they settled in and had their food, they began working on their second bottle of soju. Seoyoon couldn't help but giggle, noticing Chan's seemingly high tolerance, while she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Chan smiled fondly at her, but his concern grew as she appeared unfocused and slightly pouty.

“Maybe we should slow down on the soju, doll,” Chan suggested, attempting to ease any tension.

“You don't understand, Channie. My life has been so tough—I deserve this,” Seoyoon mumbled, her head now resting on the table as she began to cry softly. Chan might not have noticed if it weren't for the faint sniffle that caught his ears.

“Oh, Yoonie-ah, what's wrong? Please talk to Channie,” he urged, his voice gentle and sincere, prompting Seoyoon to look up with teary eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, then let out a sob. To Chan, she looked like a little kid throwing a tantrum, and for a moment, he couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable.

She did a few exaggerated gasps of air before she spit out,

“ I- I’m getting evicted and i have thirty days to find a new apartment in my price range, on top of it i have so, so much homework to get done and i just- i just can’t anymore you know?”

Chan was once again stunned. His heart can’t help but hurt for the girl and the pitiful look on her face. He grabs her hand before speaking,

"Seoyoon-ah, don't worry, everything will be okay, alright? The boys and I have an extra room that we were using to store a couple of instruments, but it's nothing that can't be moved. How about you consider staying with us?"

Seoyoon's eyes widen in surprise, her mind racing for a moment before she shakes her head rapidly.

"No, no, no, I can't do that. I don't want to intrude, and besides, the boys don't know anything about my situation. It wouldn't be fair to just spring it onto them without knowing if they'd be comfortable with it."

Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, assuming a parental expression as if he were about to scold his child. Seoyoon noticed the change in his demeanor and instinctively curled in on herself, peering up at him through her eyelashes.

“Seoyoon-shi, let us help you, please. You don't have to go through this alone… How about I talk to the others about it first, and then we'll take it from there? How does that sound?” Chan's voice initially carried a strict tone, but as he continued to gaze at her, his demeanor softened. Seoyoon took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding with a small voice, agreeing that she would be okay with that.

After savoring the delicious ramyeon, Chan surprised Seoyoon with a sweet gesture by buying her an ice cream before they headed back. They stood outside Seoyoon's soon-to-be old apartment, smiling, and both thanking each other for the fun night.

“I have to head back to the boys now, and you should get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day with all the packing to do,” Chan said playfully, winking at her before turning to walk away. Seoyoon playfully rolled her eyes at his teasing remark, watching him as he walked away, and then she made her way into her apartment.

As soon as Chan stepped through the door, he was bombarded with questions about how the hangout went. With a smile, he redirected everyone to the living room, eager to share every detail. As he recounted the events, his expression turned solemn when he reached the part where Seoyoon broke down in tears. The boys exchanged worried glances as Chan explained her eviction and need for a place to stay.

In an instant, Felix and Jeongin sprang into action, rushing to the empty room to get it ready for Seoyoon. Chan had expected the boys' agreement, given how they all seemed drawn to her and willingly shared a piece of their lives with her, even after just a few days. With a sense of contentment, he headed to his own room, feeling compelled to call Seoyoon and share the news.

To his surprise, Seoyoon answered the phone. Her voice was soft and shy as she greeted him. Chan cleared his throat before breaking the news, "Hey, Seoyoon, so, bad news... The boys said they are more than okay with you moving in."

Seoyoon let out a relieved breath, her tone tinged with humor, "You're such an ass, Chan. I thought for a second they said no. I really appreciate this. I'll owe you forever." As she spoke, her voice broke, and once again, tears welled up in her eyes. But this time, they were tears of relief. Amidst sniffles, she whispered tiny thank-yous before telling him goodnight and hanging up the phone.

Before Chan had called, Seoyoon was sitting in her bathtub head leaned onto her knees while she stared deep in thought. Thoughts of her past and the seemingly relentless cycle of sadness and hardship swirled in her mind. She couldn't help but wonder what she might have done in a past life to deserve such a heavy burden.

However, as she answered the call, something unexpected happened. Instead of feeling the usual weight of melancholy and emptiness, her heart was enveloped in a tender warmth. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Seoyoon found herself genuinely believing someone when they assured her that everything would eventually be okay. The realization brought tears to her eyes,they were not tears of despair; they were tears of a fragile hope that perhaps the future could hold something different, something brighter.

After washing up, Seoyoon returned to her room, a genuine smile adorning her face as she packed some of her belongings. As the end of the week arrived, all eight boys gathered in the middle of Seoyoon's apartment, attentively listening to her directions. Once she finished giving instructions, they sprang into action, eagerly helping her with the move.

Seoyoon didn't have many belongings left to move, as she no longer needed most of her furniture. Despite this, the boys worked diligently, and the process progressed surprisingly quickly. In just 2 ½ hours, they managed to complete the job, leaving Seoyoon feeling grateful and overwhelmed by their kindness.

Now settled in her new apartment and finally alone in her room, Seoyoon decides it's the perfect time to start unpacking and carefully decorating her space to reduce the clutter. With music playing in the background, she takes a moment to relax and pulls out a new cart to smoke, creating a soothing vibe for herself.

About 20 minutes into her peaceful moment, a knock on the door startles her, prompting her to hurriedly search for clothes that would hide her scarred skin, as she was only in skimpy pajamas. "ONE SECOND!" she calls out from inside before opening the door to find Changbin standing there with a gentle smile on his face.

Seoyoon opens the door wider, stepping aside to let him in. Changbin takes a quick glance around the room before returning the soft smile. "Do you need any help, Seoyoon-shi?" he asks, to which Seoyoon nods with gratitude, a small smile gracing her face. Together, they work in a harmonious rhythm, helping each other unpack and arrange items.

As they make good progress, Changbin starts to feel a little bored but suddenly remembers what Jisung had told him earlier.

“Hey, Seoyoon, Sungie was telling us about how you're producing your own song. Is it okay if we listen?" Changbin's eyes were filled with genuine interest as he asked, leaving Seoyoon momentarily shocked before quickly responding.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Just, um, don't expect too much. I mean, I'm not that good," Seoyoon said, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She pulled out her phone and sent the song file to Changbin, trying to hide her shy and nervous blush by keeping her head down.

As Changbin received the file and glanced up at her with a mischievous grin, Seoyoon couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind. Before she could ask, Changbin burst out of the room in a fit of giggles, and Seoyoon took a few seconds to process what just happened and why he ran away. The realization hit her, and she ran after him.

Changbin made his way to the living room, calling all the boys to gather there. Seoyoon finally caught up with him and playfully dropped to her knees, begging him not to play the song out loud. But Changbin's grin only grew wider, and he proceeded to hook his phone up to the speakers. The other boys entered the room, curious about the commotion.

"Well, I had this amazing idea that we would all listen to the new song Seoyoon made together. Wouldn't that be fun?" Changbin explained to the guys, who readily agreed. He pressed play, and the room filled with the melody. Seoyoon couldn't bear to watch the others' reactions, so she dropped her head into her knees, feeling a mix of nervousness and vulnerability.

I always thought I was such a fool

나는 늘 내가 참 바보 같았고

At some point, I feel dizzy

언제부턴가 음 나 어지러운 듯해

I was always very anxious

나는 늘 내가 참 불안했었고

Swimming is still difficult

헤엄치는 건 음 아직도 어려워

I don't want to dance on my own

내 맘대로 춤을 추고픈 게 아니에요

I just wanted to get drunk

난 그저 취하고 싶었을 뿐이에요

Don't look at me with those sharp eyes

그런 날카로운 눈으로 바라보진 말아요

I just wanted to do well…

난 그저 잘하고 싶었을 뿐이에요…

Seoyoon's eyes remained closed as she hummed in perfect harmony to the song, completely immersed in its melody. She lost herself in the music until it came to an end, and she opened her eyes, anxiously awaiting their reaction. To her delight, the boys erupted into cheers, showering her with praise and admiration for her incredible talent. Some of them couldn't resist patting her head or pulling her into brief, excited hugs. Seoyoon blushed, her face radiant with joy and gratitude, though she tried to contain her excitement with a bright but shy smile.

At that very moment, every boy in the room realized how much they adored the glow on her face, the happiness that radiated from within. It struck them all deeply, and they silently made it their mission to bring that same sparkle of love and happiness to her life every day. From that point on, they cherished every opportunity to witness her giggle and see her shine, knowing that Seoyoon's happiness was something they all wanted to protect and nurture.

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hyukalight · 2 years

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good reads o(>< )o

thank you to all of these lovely writers <3

TOMORROW X TOGETHER SMAU's

+ * currently reading * +

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copyccino - @fairybinie [part 57]

ring my alarm - @iichaeyj [part 21]

INFRUNAMI ! - @fairyoftaehyun [part 15]

+ * enjoyed * +

press play - @enluv a star called you - @scintillasofbeomgyu so sick - @luvrbin

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jyunshiim · 2 years

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Butterfly ⤷ Soobin X Fem!Reader au

Genre → some angst | melancholic | romance[ish]

Contains → angst | romance | Major character d3ath

Word count → 7.5k

TW → mentions of death, death, some triggering content [?]

Summary: Soobin’s closed off nature intrigued you to help him to open up and spread his wings to become a free spirit like you. Little did he know that you had your own dark secret.

-[ylia inspired]

The everlasting beauty of a frail butterfly; dainty, graceful but on the brink of it’s departure from the cruel world it was unwillingly brought into. He didn’t want to let go just yet and waited until he overcame his fears and stepped over oceans in order to vanquish the corroding fear he sustained. But when the pitiable soul finally reached his hand out, it was too late; the tenuous little butterfly flew far away, never to be seen again. The shattering pain like shards of glass piercing through his heart causing calamity to himself was too much to bear.

Winter had finally ended, iced leaves and soil would melt away to revive the preserved flora that resided in the school garden. Spring strided in, in a cheerful and bright manner reflecting it’s enlivening character through the vegetation. Soobin, a reserved 17 year old, shyly walked in through the high school gates clasping onto his bag strap and biting his bottom lip nervously. His charcoal hair that was parted through the middle perched on his forehead almost covering his eyes which were like a pair of black tourmaline crystals, glistening like tapioca pearls.He was shy although his talents were never unseen; he was a prodigy in music and he was the quiet musical genius. Soobin was an acquiescent child and student, carefully practicing and studying his music outside of school hours with his parents. They were tough on him, the strict rules were almost cruel, however Soobin wasn’t one to tell nor complain about his home life and studies. His schedule was quite simple - school, homework and study, then music practice for the rest of the night until he fell asleep at his piano or with his guitar in his desk chair. His mother was an award winning musician as well as his father thus the strict teaching he was experiencing very much daily. The frustration was overwhelming. He wanted to run away from it all and give up the music career his parents pleaded for but that would be classified as treason to his parents especially since they both were no longer with him. They wished for their son to follow their footsteps and continue their legacy and giving up on that wish would be like giving up on them. They passed away 2 years ago when Soobin was 15 years old on their way to his recital which was performed in front of a very large audience. He waited for them to arrive even after he performed his piece, rang them multiple times but no answer. Not even a call back. Then the traumatic news was broadcasted backstage that there was an extreme collision that caused 2 deaths and 3 injuries; the two deaths being none other than his parents. Soobin cried silently in pain since he recognised the car. It was indeed traumatic for a 15 year old boy but now, he had no one. His aunt heard the news and decided to take care of him soon after the traumatising incident but since then, Soobin was never the same.

The sun was warmly beaming down to the newly tarmacked walkway into the school as Soobin slowly walked in through the school gate spotting his friends sitting on some stairs. Yeonjun was his longest friend; they met through a music academy when they were ten years old before Yeonjun left to focus on his academics rather than music. Yeonjun was like a battery for Soobin, always full of energy and enthusiasm making sure Soobin doesn’t miss out during the peak of his teenage years. There was also Arin too, she too was a part of Soobin’s music academy however specialised in classical music especially with violin and also vocals - more specifically opera. Arin was incredibly focused on her musical career and wished to perform worldwide with both her violin and singing. For Soobin, she was more of a third parent pushing him to do better and to attend the extra rehearsal hours although in a much more polite and loving manner than his parents were. She was supportive, more supportive than anyone in his life could ever be. Soobin swallowed hard as if he were swallowing a pill and waved at them before sitting next to Yeonjun.

“You’re early today,” Yeojun’s eyes turned into a crescent shape as he smiled hard at Soobin. It was endearing to Soobin, he appreciated the unconditional love and support he got from Yeonjun, something an older brother would provide. “We got you this because you always miss breakfast,” Arin smiled lovingly from the other side of Yeonjun “make sure you have it or else,” She points at him in a semi threatening way. Soobin nods and smiles, looking down at the strawberry milk and cinnamon bun he was given. He never had breakfast, lunch or dinner with his parents and when he did, the outcome was always negative; his mother or father, sometimes even both, would end up leaving to do something with their work or Soobin would eat at home alone when his parents were out grading other music students or judging at music competitions. With his aunt, she would be busy working but she would try her best, so that was a positive.

The deafening sound of the school bell rang and the almost silent hallways became boisterous and cramped as students were pushing and shoving to get to their classes. Soobin had a literature class first thing to which he left early for since he was naturally prompt to anything. He seats himself in the far back, left hand corner near the window, opening his bag to grab his books and his pens. He hated literature. Somehow he dragged himself through it every day and did extra study just to get high grades in his class. He gazes outside whilst the teacher reads the extracts for the class except usually, there isn’t anything that catches his eye except today but before he could even process what was happening, the teacher caught him out of focus. “Soobin, maybe you can read for the class since you know it already and instead, staring outside,” oh my god, why.

After his morning classes, the three sit outside together and Yeonjun leans back onto his hands groaning. “Soobin, are you free today to hang out at the park?” Soobin looks up to Yeonjun. “I don’t know, I have to practice at home and-” Arin interrupts Soobin. “What if you practice with me, your aunt won't know?” Soobin thinks for a moment. “You want me to lie to her?” He gulps hard. “well no, because if you bring your guitar out they wouldn’t suspect a thing, right?” Arin had a good point and it was a scheme he never thought of because of the fear of his aunt getting mad at him. “I’ll do that today then!” Soobin’s face brightened up from a dismal monotonous expression, to a smile that could cure anything. His aunt was kind but he wasn’t used to that kind of upbringing so instead of lying to her, he wanted to tell her the truth. After the break, it was math class and Soobin walked over to his class alone and was going to sit at his desk. He froze as he saw an unfamiliar face sitting at his desk, her expression as if she were a deer in headlights. She was neatly put together, a silver heart shaped hair pin keeping one side of her hair back and her belongings were neatly placed on the desk. Soobin felt too guilty asking her to move so he went to sit in front of her since that was the empty seat - she must’ve gotten confused. Soon after Soobin sat down, students were cramming through the doorway so they weren’t late. Luckily, his mathematics teacher was lenient to a couple to a few late comers, mistakes are a human action. As some students passed notes, whispered their answers and other gossip, Soobin was dazed glaring at the ticking clock that was timing every second that went by. He heard shuffling and a chair clawing at the floor which irritated him but Soobin wasn’t a person to get mad quickly though it did come from behind. The girl was straining her neck to look at the teacher’s answers and whatever notes were on the board. There was one of two things he could have done: either change seats or pass his notes back. He passed his notes back simply because he didn't want to disrupt the lesson but Soobin reminded himself to let her know to change seats with her. Coyly, Soobin turned around, moving the hair that perched above his eyes, and pushed the notebook towards this student to which she sat back in her chair and gave a cordial smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered, also attempting not to bring too much attention to herself. “I couldn’t see very well so thank you so much!”

Soobin nodded his head. “It’s okay, you’re in my seat anyway,” he was reluctant to just tell her but it was easier to just let her know so she didn’t have to suffer another neck cramp.

Ringing flooded the hallways simultaneously, so did the students. There was a tug on Soobin’s sweater which brought him to a halt; “i’m sorry I took your seat, someone pointed at one of them and I-” she was interrupted by Soobin himself.

“Hey, it’s fine, we’ll just swap next time okay?” his tone sounded sardonic although it wasn't his intention. “Oh okay, maybe I could buy you lunch?” she hesitated. “Straight up the hallway and take a left then up again and a right, that’s where the cafeteria is,” Soobin immediately knew she was a new student and needed time to adjust to the new environment.

“How did you know!” she gasped, hands over her ‘O’ shaped mouth. “It’s pretty obvious,” the raven haired boy shrugs, smiles and departs from the maths classroom.

His phone glows a blue light back at him as he opens the text chat with his aunt; “would I be able to hang out with my friends today and have a one day break from practice please?” he messages her hoping she would be kind enough to say yes. His heart was beating tumultuously and he was indeed agitated from the plethora of emotions that swarmed his mind viciously.

“Of course my beloved nephew, you are so well behaved and old enough to go out and have a bit of fun! Just make sure you don’t go in your uniform okay?” Why weren’t my parents like this?

The new girl's energy stuck with him for the rest of the day. His friends were waiting for him at the park nearby the school since that’s where they usually hang out though Soobin had to make a quick stop home before meeting with them. Fortunately, he lived around 20 minutes away by foot, crossing a bridge that loomed over a river. It was at its most captivating moment for the flowers on the trees were blooming rapidly and often fell to the ground. Soobin would collect some petals and keep them in a box since dried flowers were far more memorable and longer lasting than fresh ones. With a sprint, he opened his door, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to get his shoes off and changed into something more fitting than his uniform; he was a simple boy so a white t-shirt and a pair of black joggers were enough for him. Click! The sound of the bluetooth earphone case closed and Soobin put them in to speed up his walk to the park. Meandering through the people around, the breeze travelled at a soft pace just like Soobin walked. Steadily and carefully, he made sure he was aware of his surroundings and greeted the kind couple who owned the bakery near the park. A large trunked oak tree grew so he could recognise the bakery from afar.

The off-white gazebo reflected the sun’s rays, it’s wide roof sheltering teenagers and even the elderly from the blazing sun during summer or the leaves and conkers that fell from the trees. Buzz! Soobin’s phone vibrated in his pocket; it was Yeonjun. “Yah, I told you not to take so long? Where are you?” he texted, it sounded a little passive aggressive but it was Yeonjun aggressively expressing his platonic admiration for him. “I’m nearly he-” Soobin collided with something. It was with great force which left him on the floor.

“Oh my, are you okay? I didn’t know my violin hit you that hard I-” a feminine voice spoke. It was familiar; the voice was feminine but not high pitched and animated yet had a soft sound to it. “Yeah, I’m- I’m fine don’t worry, the top of it just hit my eye? No my head? I don’t know,” he groaned. He feels her hand on his face though he didn’t feel quite comfortable with her touching his face so he gently brushed it off. “Don’t worry about it,” He had one eye open and the other under his palm. “How can I not worry!” she sounded rather aggravated rather than upset. “Are you being serious?” her voice changed from worry to annoyance. “Seriously, I can deal with it,” Soobin gets up and walks away towards the gazebo where Yeonjun, Arin and another friend Beomgyu sit together eating snacks from the convenience store.

“I see you met her,” Arin greets. “Who? Violin, seat stealer?” Soobin looks at Arin bewildered yet keen to know more. “Yeah that’s the new girl, y/n, she transferred recently from her old school no one really knows why,” Arin shrugs whilst offering a peach slice. “Right, let’s not talk about her right now…” Soobin sighs. “What? How can I not? She’s with us, we told her you’re coming with your guitar,” I forgot my guitar, now what. “Ah, well I was assaulted with that violin of hers.” A patch above his eye reddens. Yeonjun points above Soobin’s eye; “what happened?” he reaches out to touch it but Soobin flinches. “Just a series of unfortunate events,” Soobin shrugs and sits down.

Everything happens for a reason from the small sprout of a flower to the wither and decay of another. Soobin thought he was just a mere side character in Yeonjun’s buoyant life; he looked up to Yeonjun a lot since he was something he lacked. Yeonjun was a vivacious person who was talented in many areas such as sport and art. He was outgoing and friendly to almost everyone he encountered which reminded Soobin of the first time he met Yeonjun. They were both 12 years old and there was a football tournament that was between two schools. Soobin was on one team and Yeonjun was on the opposing team though Soobin wasn’t very good at sport. During the game Soobin tripped over and fell many times due to his clumsiness however, Yeonjun helped him everytime and was caring towards him. Their friendship sparked from there on as Yeonjun invited him to his 11th birthday party and they have been so close since.

y/n walked towards the group that were sitting under the gazebo and put down her violin case in front of her.

“Thanks for inviting me to hang out with your guys! It means a lot to me since I don’t know many people here,” her cheeks were tainted a pinkish hue since she was both flustered from earlier and from the beaming sun. “i nothing, really, Yeonjun and Soobin did the same when I was pretty lonely,” Arin nudged Yeonjun. “All thanks to me, i know i know,” Yeonjun turned an awkward situation into a light hearted joke which uplifted Soobin by the slightest. “So what do you do y/n, actually where did you used to go?” Yeonjun asked and Soobin remained quiet. He didn’t know whether it was due to being closed off to new people or whether he just didn’t want to speak. “Oh I used to go to the school that was passed the crossroads about half an hour from here but I moved because of personal problems over there nothing too major,” she let out a weak laugh. “I play the violin though and I have ever since I went to see the first ever music competition when I was younger, music just moves me,” she glances at Soobin as he just nods to her words. “How about you Soobin, what do you do?” a bit too specific how she chose to talk to me… “ oh I play the piano and the guitar that’s about all though,” Soobin was very shy to new people and didn’t know how to start opening up and talking to people. Yeonjun broke the barrier himself which was a skill no one else had. “That’s cool! I would love to see you play some time,” y/n suggests which causes some dismay within Soobin but he nods kindly. “Soobin is so picky with who he plays for,” Arin teases him. “That’s not why I-” Soobin stops himself, what if he said something wrong? “Don’t worry.”

The park began to quieten down as parents and their children departed for the evening. Young couples and elderly couples would walk together hand in hand with the pure essence of love and adoration emitting from their hearts. Yeonjun left first to arrive home to assist his parents in preparing dinner, Arin left soon after since she had to study for a test, it was only Soobin and y/n left behind. “Are you doing anything this evening?” y/n asks as she props her violin bag on her back and brushes the back of her dress down. “Oh probably not, i’ll be helping my aunt at her restaurant,” he nods, forcing a smile since the atmosphere became extremely awkward. “That’s nice! How about your parent’s? Will you be joining them for dinner?” Soobin stood, the forced smile dropping instantly. “No, i won’t please don’t ask again,” he grabs his belongings and turns around leaving her behind. Y/n stood in shock, unsure of what she did; “hey! Soobin wait!” He runs after him with the violin hitting her back. She trips over a pothole in the grass, which was dug up by a dog or a fox, and grazes her knee. Soobin stopped and turned around to see y/n on the ground with a grazed knee and what sounded like y/n struggling to breathe. Was she that eager to stop me? “Hey, are you okay?” he jogs over feeling guilty. “I’m f-fine, i’m fine,” she heaves to desperately, “i-i’m sorry,” she wheezes. “Don’t worry about that, are you okay? your condition seems to be deteriorating?” He helped her up since no one else was around and the sun began to graze the horizon. After a few sips of water and sitting up straight on a nearby bench with Soobin accompanying her, she felt better. “Thanks for not abandoning me, leaving me to suffer,” she nods. “When you put it in that way, it’s like I wanted to kill you,” Soobin leans back into the bench. “Are you okay to get home?” he asks hesitantly. She nods, not exchanging words with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He stands up. “I go that way too,” she points at the direction Soobin was facing. What does the universe want from me? “Oh well, we can walk together if you want to?”. Y/n stands up and begins walking along side Soobin.

Y/n wasn’t always as outgoing and bubbly as she was now. She was shy and reserved and didn’t speak out much thus being a victim of bullying when she was younger. Although it wasn’t any type of bullying such as name calling, it was much more serious to the point where foul words and violence diminished her self esteem and confidence to fight back. For 6 years she suffered abuse from her previous school to which it was compulsory to leave since her life was in danger. Her unfortunate fate also led her to be hospitalised a few months for an unknown condition which continued to weaken as time passed and was detrimental to her health. Transferring schools and starting fresh was something she wished to do just in case she didn’t have long left which therefore allowed her to become more outgoing and elated than she was before. To her, Soobin mirrored where she was before although he had secrets she didn’t know just like herself. She wanted to live life with no regrets and so she began …

Y/n stopped at a small shop, “this is where I live,” she alerts Soobin so he didn’t have to wait for her. Soobin’s eyes scanned the area; a small bakery next door to a convenience store and a block of apartments directly next door. “Must be very useful to have a convenience store and a bakery nearby,” he says. “It is, my father owns the convenience store which is useful,” y/n taps the code into the entrance door. “I’ll see you soon,” she waves, smiling ear to ear. She was on the brink of fainting and in pain but it was as if it never happened.

Soobin didn’t understand her although curiosity consumed him. He wanted to understand her but he also felt like he knew everything he could ever know about her. Maybe he should give her a chance?

He pondered outside of the store before he turned around, clutching onto his bag strap and walking home on his own. The setting suns rays reflected onto the glossy river, shooting back up to the sky. He stood at the bridge inhaling the air sharply.

The following day Soobin takes the same route to school and he sees her waiting outside the store with two drinks. “hey, i thought you’d take the other route!” She passed one to Soobin. Tonelessly, Soobin retrieved the milky drink from her; it was already pierced through for him and he sipped at it whilst walking along side her.

“How was your evening yesterday? did you have a good dinner? how was the homework? I found the maths task really hard, did you? i need help on it, want to study with me later” Her animated nature was quite much for Soobin to bear.

“o-oh well I,” he begins choking up on his drink.

“oh! i’m so sorry!” She pauses and pats Soobins back. Soobin exchanges some glances with her, his ears burning from embarrassment.

“You have a lot to say, I can barely keep up just slow down,” he mumbles exasperatedly.

Soobin needed some time getting used to the violinist.

She would follow him everywhere he went; to the cafeteria, the rooftop, to the library or the basketball court. Wherever he was, she was. Her buoyance was somewhat invigorating to Soobin since he spent most of his life in isolation, studying alone all the time. He didn't have hobbies he enjoyed so she did all she could to bring out his playfulness. Of course, she hasn’t succeeded yet but Yeonjun and Arin have hope in her.

The library was quiet today. There were a couple students dotted around the room with their heads engrossed into their textbooks. “Soobin, this way I like this seat!” She drags him at his shirt sleeve. “w-wow slow down, this is a library not a running track,” Soobin sounded irritated but she didn’t care, she tried and was patient with him. “I got some snacks for us from the store, Yeonjun told me you like sausage, bread and banana or strawberry milk so I got everything!” Her smile went from one ear to the other, the aura she emitted being warm and gentle. She cared. “oh, thanks.” Soobin nodded as he started biting his lips. “hey stop that!” her fingers brush against his lips as she swats his hands away. Soobin’s cheeks redden and his heart race quickens. He strikes her hand away from his face; “ you can just ask or leave me be, you dont need to touch me,” His demeanour changes ever so slightly, he seemed unreadable. “ you wanted help with math, so let’s start from there.” He was stern and serious with her now but a spark of guilt hit him where it hurt. His guardians were exactly this way to him, no play or enjoyment, just study and work. She sat quietly listening to Soobin teach her until 2 hours into the study, Soobin checked his watch. “i’m leaving now,” he stands up packing his bags. “oh okay,” she gulps and clears her throat, “i’m sorry by the way, I didn’t mean to invade your space.” she frowns, her lips trembling and her voice cracking as she speaks. Soobin realises what he had done; “i’m sorry for reacting that way.” he said clearly and loud enough for her to hear before departing from her.

S: did i got too far? did i hurt her? that was so awful of me why did i say that and why did i react like that! i feel bad… maybe i should do something to apologise….

The following day, Soobin arrived to his class early. He left a strawberry carton milk box and a cinnamon roll on her desk, it’s the least he could do. Yeonjun arrived and then Arin followed by she did not arrive at the same time. Soobin waited. 1st period went by and she still didn't arrive.

“Arin, do you know where she is?” Soobin asked his friend.

“uhh i think she told me she’s arriving in period 2, so now - oh look, there she is!” Arin waves at the girl and Soobins cheeks go red. She looks at the items on her desk and back at him before sitting down although the expression was only a slight smile.

Once the class ended, she turned around to Soobin.

“so you got these to apologise me me right?” her raised brow felt as if she was taunting Soobin. He didn't respond because of the sheer embarrassment he’d feel. “it’s okay you’re forgiven, i was trying to be nice to you maybe you should loosen up a bit” she pokes him.

Maybe she’s right. Maybe the world would be a little bit different if he didn’t act so closed off.

“are you free after? we can hang out for a bit?” she asks and she takes a small bite into the cinnamon roll he gave her. Soobin thought about it before answering.

“sure.”

and from then on everything began to change.

The weather was warm, the sun beaming down to Soobin as they both walked side by side. She skips down the pavement as she smiles hard; she was so happy today but Soobin thought this was just how she is. “hey let’s go to this café!” she points at a minimal, white and green coffee and cake shop. She had a sweet tooth by the looks of it. Soobin kept looking at his watch, slightly frenzied. He didn't want his aunt to think he wasn’t studying or that he wasn't practicing despite giving up on his guitar and piano lessons and not going back. He walked into the store, the interior decorated with green plants, white and wooden furniture along with a piano in the corner. “Lets go order before we sit down, I really like the strawberry latte they do here, the caramel latte with cream is really good too,” she went on about her favourite menu items and Soobin listened. He paid attention to what she said and took the time to get to know her. Soobin situated himself in a corner that was away from the door, in a small nookish area secluded from the rest of the shop. This was because of the piano. He glares at the piano and all the memories come back from his childhood of his mother and how harrowing his aunt and uncle were. He covers his hands slightly, clearing his throat and takes a long sip of his drink as she watches the liquid go down in moments.

“woah, you were thirsty… at this rate you’ll need another drink! why dont you try this matcha cake?” She cuts off a piece on the fork and holds it up. Soobin looked at her for a moment, her eyes large, glittery and glossy in the shop's lighting; her cheeks were a light pinkish hue from the warmth. He didn't know whether to eat from the fork or take it from her but something told him to just let her be. He leaned forward, his mouth agape, taking the small portion of the cake into his mouth as his rosy lips grazed the fork.

“mm, this is quite nice,” it was the first time Soobin smiled over something so trivial. She didn't say anything and let it be, she liked seeing Soobin smile for the first time.

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“Can you play that?” you ask.

“what the piano?” Soobin tenses up slightly.

“yeah? you seem to be studying or practising something so it’s worth asking,”

Soobin stares at you hesitant in his response to you. Does he confess his conflicted love for music or does he lie?

“ I practice guitar and piano, my aunt makes me,” his eyes avoid any eye contact with you.

Without words being said, you grab his had setting a tsunami of emotions through Soobin. His cheeks flare up a cardinal red, his throat becoming tight from the anxiousness he endured within those few seconds.

“Play something!” you lean against the piano, keen to listen to Soobin and his hidden talents.

Soobin was nervous. The palms of his hands were speckled with sweat; he dragged them onto his thighs to dry them before taking a deep breath though the more he inhaled the less he felt he could breathe. However, the moment his delicate fingers descended onto the piano keys, everyone’s eyes shot towards the boy at the piano, his head hanging low as he avoided eye contact.

That was the day that you were able to change Soobin’s passion and what he loved.

Once he finished his piece, the café applauded him for his efforts and praised him for his talents. “see I knew you’d be so good!” You praised him too. Soobin smiled and felt something he hadn’t felt for a long time ever since his parents passed away. “It felt nice to perform without the weight of the world on my shoulders,” Soobin sat down and shyly looked down. He felt proud of himself that he could perform without his aunt at his throat everyday or every minor mistake.

Months went by where you and Soobin spent almost all your time together. You helped Soobin crawl out of his shell slowly and allowed him to be comfortable with himself. You were relieved. The Soobin you once saw a long time ago is back although his smile was brighter than the stars on a summer night. He felt happy. He was happy.

Soobin waited for you at the bus stop near the school entrance to walk in with you along with Arin and Yeonjun. “did she tell you she’d be here or even come in today Soobin?” Arin asks Soobin rather sceptical about the situation.

“yes! she said to wait here, she’ll probably be here any moment…” Soobin insisted.

“well.. we are getting late …” Arin shrugs.

“Arin you can go in first, just tell the teachers that we’re running late and … make up an excuse or something you’re good at that!” Yeonjun ousted her away so she wouldn't complain anymore.

He waited for you until he couldn't wait any longer and sent you a message.

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table, the dripping of the IV becoming oddly louder every second that went by, the nurses muttering behind the curtains. Was I going to die? Why did no one tell me anything? You tried to reach over to your phone accidentally knocking over the water glass onto the floor alerting the nurses. “Oh my goodness are you okay sweetheart?” The main nurse exclaims in shock.

“uh.. oh yes ma’am I’m fine I tried to reach for my phone and I knocked it over i’m so sorry..” you say quietly feeling like a nuisance even in the hospital. You sighed to yourself.

“It’s time for some tests, are you okay for us to take you to another room?” A nurse asks politely. Her tone sounded sickly sweet; it was sympathy. She felt sorry for a sick patient like you although you really didn’t want this sort of attention at all. You sat in the wheelchair they provided since your body was too weak from the medication that you have been taking and sat in another room awaiting for scans and a bunch of other medical things. You wondered when you’d get better.

Soobin: Hey are you okay? did you decide to skip today

Your fingers hovered over the letters wondering what to say...

You: haha! of course I did.. live life a little right!

You lied to Soobin and it felt gut wrenching.

You were in and out of hospital every few months and sometimes for weeks which began to concern Soobin. He messaged you every time asking where you were and whether you were going to practice with him, but it was the same thing every single time.

Soobin: where have you been lately? you keep bailing on me and I don't know why can you please give me a proper reason?

You began to type.

You: I'm sorry I keep changing plans and things like that but

Soobin: But?

You: I’ve been in and out of the hospital a lot more than usual. My condition has gotten worse over time but the doctors and taking good care of me and making sure I'm all okay! so don't worry !!

You tried to make it sound like it was a good thing but in what world did that sound right?

Soobin: what! what do you mean the hospital? why didn't you tell us! I'm telling the others and we are on our way.

You: don't worry too much, I promise I'll be fine.

From then on Soobin visited you every single day along with Yeonjun or Arin or even both. They brought you your favourite snacks and foods and made sure you were okay which was really nice. You had hope everything will be fixed and you would feel better soon. Little did you know, your health was deteriorating further, becoming more severe to the point where you had to drop out of school for a full recovery.

You gazed out of the window of your room in the hospital, sitting on the edge of the bed holding the steamed bun Soobin just dropped off to you. It was still warm. It reminded you how cold Soobin used to be and how warm and kind he was now since all he needed was some attention and some care. He was just as broken as you were and you were glad to piece him back together and make him the person he is. Yeonjun sent you a video; you lift your phone up and press play on the video of Soobin busking with a bright smile. You let a butterfly free from it’s enclosure and he was graceful as ever. The song he played was a love song and your ignorance didn't realise the song Soobin was singing was in fact for you. You mixed up the message conveyed through what Yeonjun sent thinking he was confessing his adoration and love for you.

You: that was really cute Yeonjun but I have feelings for someone else.

From here on, things got complicated. Yeonjun told Soobin what you said and Soobin felt hurt. From a minor misunderstanding Soobin felt distraught and pained so he sat on his bed that evening thinking that he shouldn't have told Yeonjun to send that video at all. He shrugged it off as much as he could. Soobin didn’t deny to himself now that he had fallen for you and it was evident he was deep into he feelings. He assured himself. it’ll be fine if he didn’t mention it anymore until you mentioned it to him.

Spring returned in the new year and the blossoms were blooming again. You sat from your hospital bed watching the petals float around gracefully in the gentle breeze as you began to write pages and pages of empty words, your aching hand cramping up. Your joints were sore from writing so much though there wasn't much to do than take your medication and listen to the nurse be overly nice to you. You reminisced about the times you danced carelessly through the floating petals, the smell of freshly cut grass that made you sneeze at times, or when you sat under the gazebo with your friends. It was true bliss. You regretted the times you took everything for granted, all the joy that you felt then, you felt in the moment and now... it was just memories that would be erased at some point. You seal the envelope with the stickers Arin gave you and put it in the draws next to you. You sigh.

“hello?” you hear a faint whisper.

“hey Soobin,” you smile, excited to see him.

“ I got you some fresh bread because I know you like them!” he smiles as he puts them down on the table. “are you doing okay?” he asks with concern.

“much better,” you smile at him, his large tapioca eyes glossing slightly as he softly pats your arm.

“I’m here with my aunt on my way to a recital, I'll send you videos!”

Soobin was considerate. He made sure you weren’t alone and were entertained. You felt comfortable even if you were at your worst, he made sure you were feeling the best although Soobin felt some sort of affliction after what Yeonjun showed him. It was fine since he cared about you so much that it didn't even matter.

April 23rd.

Soobin visits you again but this time you wanted to ask him for a favour. “Soobin,” you begin, “I want to go outside.”

“outside? are you allowed?” His eyes widen.

“kinda, help me up,” you ask him, his hand firmly gripping onto your frail shoulders so you didn't fall and the other around you so you didn't stumble. You and Soobin waddle slowly out of the room into the courtyard like area.

You grip onto the envelope tightly. “I missed feeling the sun and the breeze like this, it’s so refreshing!”

“It is, spring is my favourite season. Not too hot, not too cold,”He leaned back into the bench. “we miss you at school you know,” he turned to you, your face draining of its colour.

“yeah, it really sucks that I'm sick but it’ll get better and we can hang out again just like this,” you inhale deeply, sighing.

“I hope you do, we should go back to that café again with the piano and we could duet together! and take Arin and Yeonjun too!” Soobin sounded excited.

Your energy remained low but Soobin didn’t mind. He understood how tired you must have been. “oh I have this by the way, open it on your birthday!” you say clearing your throat.

“that’s a bit early isn’t it?” Soobin questions you slightly confused.

“I might still be recovering or still getting treatment so I might not have time to get you something, just keep it’ you say before standing up alone.

You regretted it. Your head felt dizzy and you felt faint. Your condition had worsened over time and you missed your medication to which you fainted collapsing to the group. The last thing you heard was Sobbing yelp, shouting for help as he tried to take you back to your hospital room.

Your condition was critical now and visitors were only allowed if they were close family such as parents or siblings. Soobin blamed himself that day since he broke the rules and suffered the consequences. Maybe his aunt was right, we have to always follow rules or someone will get hurt. Soobin messaged you day after day although you had no strength to answer him. You tried although the conversations were short although despite that, Soobin told you everything including the little black cat that you guys would always see. you missed being with him. Though your body began to shut down slowly and doctors would do everything they could to keep you stable. The beeping got to you. The constant

beep

It made you impatient.

December rolls around and Soobin’s birthday approaches. He opens the envelope excitedly to see what the gift was from you since he couldn't see you in person.

“ Dear Soobin,

I’m truly sorry I had to wish you a happy birthday like this however I knew that around now I wasn't going to make it. You may wonder what I mean by that and no I don't mean I'm simply missing your birthday but because of my condition.

My condition has been shutting my body down making me weak. At any moment I could hurt myself so that’s why I had to stay in my confined space at the hospital. The view is nice although the food did not taste good at all - except for the food you brought me thank you. By now you must’ve done a lot; met up with Yeonjun and Arin, been to more recitals, practiced playing your guitar and piano more - just living your life happily as you should have been. You’re lucky to have this life, cherish it. I wish I had enough time to enjoy everything but being stuck to a bed for almost 3 months makes you feel like a zombie if I'm really honest.

I’m sorry I lied about being okay and that the doctors would somehow fix me but the condition was unfixable from the start. The medication only slowed it down and yet it still felt like I was disintegrating. However, I wanted to mention something I should have a really long time ago.

I really really liked you. Not a simple platonic like. You made my heart yearn to see you more, to be with you more. You were the reason why I kept trying and pushing harder because I liked you so much. I guess you could call it love but I felt awkward telling you because Yeonjun sent me your busking video of that one love song which I assumed he was confessing to me with but I liked you. You were the only one in my heart and I would die with you in my heart. I felt like you wanted to stay as friends so I kept it to myself but whenever you are reading this, I’m sorry if it's too late.

[...]

By now I don’t think I would have made it but don't worry, we would meet again under the gazebo in spring, you have to promise me that. I just want you to know you did a lot to make me happy and I’m glad we could be in each others lives so thank you for making it better.

I hope you have Happy birthday and enjoy your day with Arin snd Yeonjun. I will miss you forever...

Lots of love,

....”

Soobin froze. No tears, no reaction. What did he just read? was this a prank? It couldn’t be... “she can’t have left me, I didn't tell her!” he yells. Yeonjun’s head shoots up from his phone. “what’s wrong?” He locks eyes with Soobin, teary eyed Soobin, grasping the letter in his hands.

“d-did you know she was sick?” his voice cracks.

“what? no! I didn't, what's happening?” Yeonjun’s confusion frustrates Soobin.

“she’s gone... she was sick for a long time and she’s gone and she didn't tell us.. and I didn't tell her what I wanted to,” he immediately breaks down.

Yeonjun also froze at the news. “She left without telling us so we wouldn't be hurt but told you because she-”

“she loved me back.” Soobin buries his head into his hands “she felt the same and she thought you liked her and I didn't,”

Soobin was hysterical. He couldn't control his emotions despite Yeonjun attempting to calm him down.

He didn’t want to let go just yet. He overcame his fears and stepped over oceans in order to vanquish the corroding fear he sustained. But when he, pitiable soul, attempted to finally reached his hand out, it was too late; the tenuous little butterfly flew far away, never to be seen again. The shattering pain like shards of glass piercing through his heart causing calamity to himself was too much to bear though the butterfly, that flew far far away, was now distant from the pain they endured, living peacefully waiting for him to arrive under the gazebo during spring.

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tokkibbang00 · 1 year

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New K-Pop Tumblr User & Writer

Hi~ I'm tokkibbang but you can call me tokki or bun! I've been a fanfic writer (in general) for about 9-10 years now.

I usually post my stuff in wattpad but I often read fics from tumblr and ao3 too. Now I just want to try posting my stories here in tumblr too. I know there's a lot of good people out here where I can reach out for help too :) I'll probably mostly write and post bts, txt, and stray kids fics at the moment because I'm most comfortable with it, but I can try writing for other groups too :)

I'll post some of my stuff soon, but for now I wanted to say hi and maybe make new friends here!! If you read through everything, thank you so much!! I hope we can talk and have fun here!

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Obey Me! Demons Fic Recs

aphrodisiac induced reader @plush-rabbit

attic sandwich club texts @/devildomsexting

asmo texts @/devildomsexting

chain dangling imagine @hanbxnn

charmed @asmos-pet

consensual somnophilia texts @/devildomsexting

demon bros react to mc catching them after a shower @angedior

desperate measures @he-calls-me-kitten

don’t mind me @rae-writes

the dickening @/voltagesmutter

fave sex positions @sukunaslut

feel the heat @another-lost-mc

finding a thirst trap as your lockscreen @/barbabetos

for your ears only when MC sends them audio porn @another-lost-mc

friends with benefits @/garoujo

fucking you after aphrodisiac @hanmas

holding onto their wings as you ride out your high @hisvillainess

how they act when they’re needy @/garoujo

invisible ink @dejwrites

Kissing/Making out with : The Brothers @canttakethatobeyfromme

keep that mouthful, baby @thedevilspearl

lactation kink headcannons for Beel & Belphie @catboys-need-milk

losin’ control @xythlia (lucifer, mammon, levi)

mammon sexts @devildomsexting

mouth wide open @/bassslut

MC ENTERS A SPELL INDUCED HEAT @melon-cream-enmu

MC was very much NOT a virgin and told them not to hold back @midnight-vixn

om! demon bros when mc uses their pact to make them nut @/willowwhispersspeakeasy

obey me bro’s hitting it from the back @/kpopwrites

obey me: where they like to cum @asmos-pet

only fantoms @rae-writes

pregnancy headcanons @janumun

receiving thirst traps to your DDD (beelzebub, mammon, & simeon) @dejwrites

receiving thirst traps to your DDD (lucifer, barbatos, & belphegor) ^

scandalous outfits @sofiakistein

size kink feat. the older brothers @another-lost-mc

the brothers walking in on you and how they would react @fanatic-for-fanfics

the brothers found a Vibrator in your room @the-demonus-aunt

their favorite positions @garoujo

thirst traps @acheez

truth or dare @samsaurwrites

two dicks @/devildomsexting

under where? @onyourowndaisymae

virgin MC @averyhornyghost

what are you the god of, again? @kingdumkum

wear the hat, ride the cowboy @thedevilspearl

whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face @queenofallimagines

Humans, Angels, Demons

affectionate! (diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon) @celiosal

OBEY ME: CHARMED @asmology

THINKING ABOUT....OBEY ME @kita-shinsuke-side-chick

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piedpiperslists · 1 year

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JJK: Unrequited Love AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Unrequited Love' AU:

* ² - two shots s - contains smut

* Last updated: 26/11/2023

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] by noteguk s angst, FWB, doctors au

[11:48 PM] by yumeyooa angst, college au Summary: I’m not the type to risk it all, but you got me acting irrational.

Can't Get Enough by jhsbrat s angst, FWB Summary: You love it when he gives you head, you hate it when he gives you headaches.

Crush by knamjooned angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: Sometimes you tell me things that I don’t wanna know.

Dressed in White by vi061313 angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: He took one last shaky breath and watched with a tight, sour feeling in his chest as you turned away from him and faced your groom, smiling even wider, so wide he was sure your cheeks would rip.

Heartbeat by serinic angst, soulmates au Summary: A world where you can hear your soulmate's heartbeat.

In Another Life by theiris-storyvault angst, unrequited love, friends au

INVU by highuby angst, established relationship, idol au Summary: In which idol!Jungkook calls you while on tour, but his words don’t reach your heart.

Kaleidoscope by ggukcangetit angst, friends to not lovers Summary: That moment where they know they shouldn’t, but they kiss anyways.

Long Long Time by corajjk angst, FWB, idol au Summary: She knows he doesn’t belong to her. But she loves him no matter what.

Love Gone Wrong by winterscurze angst, friends to not lovers

No Plan C by multistan-kpopwritings angst, FWB

Requiem by cinnaminsvga angst, unrequited love, friends au, idol au Summary: Jeon Jungkook loves you. You love someone else. He lets you say “I love you” to him, if only so that he gets to hear it once in his life.

Runaway by taehyung-the-baehyung angst, friends to not lovers Summary: “All I know is I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The Subtle Art of Feigning by jeoniius angst, unrequited love

* Things That He Shouldn’t by kidguk angst, friends au

O N E S H O T S

After Last Night by cherrygukki s wc~4.3k / angst, rich fuckboy!Jungkook, FWB Summary: After last night, Jungkook doesn't know what to do. You got to tell him when he's gonna see you again before he drives himself crazy.

(Better) Left Unsaid by angelguk wc~2.8k / angst, friends to not lovers Summary: Maybe if you’d reached out a little further, held his hand a little tighter, it wouldn’t hurt this bad to let go. Except it would - it always would. Because the one person you’ll never be able to let go is Jeongguk.

* Champagne Problems by yoongiphoria wc~2.3k / angst, established relationship Summary: He gave you his heart to hold, and you hope to god that someone, someday, can put the shards back together.

Fool Me Once by jeonqkooks s wc~3k / angst, FWB Summary: You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

Lifting the Veil by fortunexkookie s wc~3.5k / angst, friends au Summary: Jungkook had always known that the happiest day of your life was going to be his worst, but he never imagined the reason why would’ve been anything other his love for you.

* Never Thought by yoongiphoria s wc~2.6k / angst, old friends au Summary: You never thought you'd get to have him like this.

Pop Goes the Cherry by 1oserjk wc~3.8k / angst, brother's best friend Summary: Jungkook comes back home to find you visiting as well, all grown up — in more ways than one.

* The Bane of Your Existence by oddinary4bts s wc~2.6k / angst, FWB, college au Summary: “You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.” + “It could’ve been worse. We could’ve fallen in love.” + “It’s hot when you talk back.”

The Hardest Part by kimnjss wc~2.5k / angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: For years, you have been in love with your best friend. You regretted not saying anything about it… and it only gets worse when his wedding is just around the corner.

The Virgin Volume by kpopfanfictrash s wc~6.8k / angst, college au Summary: The story of how The Rich Man’s Crochet Club Jungkook lost his virginity. Prequel to The Monogamy Monologues.

* This Isn’t Love, Darling by junqkook s wc~5.3k / angst, escort au, mafia au Summary: He tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

Year After Year (After Tear After Tear) by ubemango wc~3.4k / angst, unrequited love, college au Summary: Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

T W O S H O T S

* The Come and Find Me Duology ² by byzantiumshades s angst Summary: Love. Jeongguk associates it with lack of freedom, countless problems, and useless sacrifice of oneself. But you, you make him feel things he has never felt before, make him do things he has never done before. One night obviously isn’t enough to change his beliefs, but can it be a turning point for his portrayal of love? Or is there more to that than he wants to admit?

#jjk list #jungkook fic

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devildomcuties22 · 2 years

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Demon Fic Recs

the dickening @voltagesmutter

finding a thirst trap as your lockscreen @barbabetos

summary: the brothers' reaction to you having a spicy picture of them on your D.D.D

Kissing/Making out with : The Brothers @canttakethatobeyfromme

the obey me bro’s hitting it from the back @kpopwrites

ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ

receiving thirst traps to your DDD

pt2

holding onto their wings as you ride out your high

conscensual somnophilia texts

friends with benefits

their favorite positions

OBEY ME: WHERE THEY LIKE TO CUM

Lactation kink Headcannons for Beel & Belphie

virgin MC

asmo texts

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btsdreamcourt · 2 years

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Tuesday, May 10th, 2022 ⥈ Column #6

Dearest Readers,

We are delighted to share that the following members have increased in rank! Congratulations on this milestone within our Dream Court!

Baroness Sammy @chateautae

Baroness KC @h0neypjm

Baroness Cath @magicshopaholic

Baroness Kiri @rkivian

Baroness AJ @bangtanintotheroom

Baroness Satvrn @herecomesjoon

Baroness Mel @kpopwriter-sky

These updates will show shortly on our Nobility page.

Yours Truly, ⥈ Lady Dreamer

#gossip column #court ranks

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sungielvr · 9 months

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Nervous Young Inhumans M.List

(rl/smau) SKZ x OC

Summary- Seoyoon just wants a way out..

Warnings- HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING, S/H, Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disroders, these topics will not be light i will be going into detail. there will be some dark humor on seoyoons part, there will be eventual smut, seoyoon smokes weed a lot, poly!skz, very crude language and descriptions, Seoyoon starts OF

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to be continued..

here is the playlist to get a feel for the vibe of the plot :3 !

Note- there will be a face claim but obviously you can imagine yourself or whoever you like this is just someone who i though matched the aesthetic of my character (laid back, indie style clothing) her ig is peace.yami. i've had this draft for months now and i'm excited to see what it becomes i'm very open to feedback and how i can do better so let me know 😎❤️🫶

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geminiibbyyy · 2 years

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* MY KPOP WRITING ACC IS : kpopwritings *

reblog if you love

stray kids

pentagon

monsta x

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#kpop #stray kids #pentagon #monsta x #kpop smut #headcanons #skz #ptg #mx

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sugarushsuga · 2 years

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In Your Own Words - CH. 20

Genre/Au's: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU

Paring: RM x Reader

Words count: 4.019

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Cursing; Gun; Robbery; Kidnapping; Police;

Tigering: Mentions of guns; Description of robbery; Descriptions of kidnapping; Stupid actions; People been held at gun point; Character expresses the intention to kill people. (Please never react to a robbery)

Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?

Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.

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The guy in the cap in front of you look normal, but if you weren't so consumed by the latest discoveries, perhaps you'd left the store before the all the drama happen. Thinking about it now, there was something about him, an unease, a nervousness that clashed with a customer looking for a bottle of water or anything else. You don't notice that he kept his hand on his waist, under his shirt, until it was too late.

"Nobody moves. Give me the money!" He orders in a fierce tone suddenly to the pale boy at the cashier.

“Shit,” you hiss softly and freeze like a statue, even though the weapon isn't pointed at your face.

The store is silent, no one dares to move. The robber putts a backpack on the counter.

"Put it all in there and don't even think about making a joke. I kill you and everyone else before the alarm goes off."

As getting out of there doesn't seem like a good idea, you followed the robber's advice and stays very quiet. The cashier boy, scared, tries to open the cash register to empty it, but you suspect that first he will faint.

A movement in you peripheral vision makes you turn your head.

“Oh no!" You groan.

"Drop the gun!" shouts a police officer outside the store, already with a gun pointed at the robber.

In a quick movement, the boy pulls you by the arm, putting you in front of him and locking the gun to your temple. Your pulse race, making you dizzy. You look at the cop, begging silently for help. Another cop gets out of the car leaning against the gas pump and joins his partner, gun in hand.

"Let go of the girl," the older, taller, wider police officer warns.

"If anyone moves, I'll blow her head off!"

By this, you are already shaking. The robber put his arm around your waist, holding you tighter. The latte threatens to make the journey back out of you.

“No one needs to get hurt,” the police officer argues, but his voice sounds calmer. “All you need to do is let go of the girl and drop the gun."

The attacker groans, repositioning you so that you are reduced to a human shield.

“If anyone enters the store, the woman dies. If anyone moves, the woman dies."

You would have felt better if he had presented an option in which the woman -you- did not die in the end. But he's the one in control of the situation...

For the next three minutes, even the air seems still, waiting for the worse, and all that tension almost makes you throw up. Or faint. by the way, your stomach has been a little weird for the last few days. Maybe the whole situation with Namjoon has given you a nervous gastritis. What's not relevant now that you have a gun to your forehead and a man out of control with the finger on the trigger.

“Let the girl go, boy. You don't want to hurt anyone."

"And how am I going to get out of here?" he yells in your ear. "In a wagon straight to the jail or the morgue? Not even in dreams, buddy."

Eight police officers appear behind the first two. Everyone wears bulletproof vests and wielding guns, but pointing at the ground, the guy with a mustache seems to be the most patent, as he tries to approach. The robber shouts at him to be quiet, or the killing will begin. You think is in that moment you start to cry. The cop then began to argue, calling the boy to reason, but it's useless. He wants to run away, he is so scared as much as you or more, and he doesn't seem to trust what the police officer is saying.

“I want the press here,” he demands. "I won't leave before the TV guys appear."

Never in all your life have you wanted so much to be a librarian. Or mute.

“I'm a journalist,” You hear yourself saying between sobs.

"Are you?" He presses you even tighter against his thin body.

Well no. Not exactly, but almost one. And at the moment, the almost journalist could calm a madman with a gun until the police finds a solution.

You nod slowly in agreement.

“Then call your friends and tell them to come here. I want the TV. Many TV people."

"I worked... I work at a magazine."

"I told you I want the TV," he growls, pressing down on the barrel of the revolver in your head.

"All right. TV, got it."

You reach into your pants pocket for the phone, but he yelled at you.

“I need to pick up my phone to call,” You explain. He watches you closely, and very slowly you reach for the device. You sigh of relief to remain alive a few more moments. The boy too.

"Now call," he orders.

You want to call Namjoon, but you don't know if he will answer. You think about Jungkook, only he can be far away, and he doesn't even have that many contacts. Yoongi has. He knows everyone, work offers always fall into his lap.

"Hello."

"Yoongi, it's Y/n." Your voice comes out rough.

"Hey! I missed looking at you, doll. We were talking about you to the guys. I can't believe you were able to solve the..."

"Listen, Yoongi," You interrupt. "I'm at a gas station, inside the convenience store. It's on City Hall Street, a little further on. There is a group of armed police outside. I'm inside the store with five more hostages and there's a gun pointed at my head. He's demanding the press here to free us."

"The television!" shouts the robber. “Or I shoot everybody."

“He wants the TV here,” You repeat, swallowing hard.

"Y/n, wait a minute!" asks Yoongi, this time serious and anxious. "You are kidding, aren't you?"

“I'm not kidding. Please be quick..."

“Give it to me." The boy takes the phone from your hand. "Listen here, buddy, you better get going because I'm getting impatient. if it takes a long time to arrive, you may find your little friend cold as ice cream, with her brains scattered on the floor." He hangs up. "Now stay quiet and here by my side, baby, and let's wait for the TV people to arrive."

Your phone rings seconds later. Namjoon's name and photo flash across the screen. You don't get a chance to find out what he has to say, as the robber shoves your phone into his pants pocket, stealing in your face.

The next ten minutes felt like ages. It's with relief that you see a bald man, with a huge camera on his shoulder, make his way between the crowd of onlookers in the middle of the street. You don't know the cameraman, nor the reporter who goes with him, but you are grateful that Yoongi acted so quickly.

Moments later, Yoongi himself appears with Jungkook. The two throw you worried looks. Jungkook even more than that, looks panicked, and takes a moment to start doing his work, photographing the scene a few meters behind the line of police in front of the store.

More and more reporters, photographers and cameramen arrive, and one of them, with disheveled hair and horrible glasses, is trying to overcome the isolation barrier. You frown. Namjoon is pale as a sheet of paper, arguing with the police to enter the store. His eyes meet yours, and that makes him try even more to open space between the armed men. Funny, it even seems a man in love terrified of the possibility that the woman he loves is going to walk out of there with a bullet decorating her brain. But no, everything he wants is to get close to Yoongi and, after practically putting the credential in the police's nose, joins the reporter and the small battalion of journalists.

"Turn on the TV," the robber orders the cashier.

You are on almost every channel.

The mustache police officer continues to negotiate the robber's surrender, who sweats. That's the problem. He's too nervous. Uncontrolled people usually do things they later regret. Just look at what you have done with your life.

Wanting some comfort, you look for Namjoon and finds him talking to the police. Your eyes meet, and he gives you a discreet nod, as if to say, “It's okay, everything will turn out okay. Keep calm". One of the police officers next to him slips out of sight, while the other makes his way towards the guy with mustache.

Oh, let it be a plan! You pray.

The robber seems to notice the subtle change in the police confidence and turns around. His head slightly towards the man approaching the commander, so, afraid that he'd realize something is afoot and, you don't know, out of control and kill you, you open your mouth and let out the first thing that comes to your mind.

“You already have the press, the guarantee that no one is going to kill you. Why don't you just end it?"

"Are you in a hurry to die, baby? Because it looks like it to me." He presses the barrel against your skin.

“No, no, but think about it. The longer we stay here, more time for the police to come up with a plan to catch you, understand?" Fuck, shut up, Y/n!

He frowns, realizing the logic of the thing.

"The thing is to be quick," he nods, loosening his gun a little. "You're right."

“There are a lot of people in here,” you continue "I think you should free people. To make your escape easier. You don't think the police will let you go with six hostages, right? Nor would everyone fit in a car."

"A car. That, baby! A car!" He smiles, a little wildly, and shouts, "I want a full-fuel car here."

"I can't do this if you don't cooperate with me, son," the police officer warns, glaring at you, as if he'd overheard the conversation. And probably he had.

"The car! With a full tank!" he points out, pressing the gun into your forehead. "I'll see if I release anyone."

Okay, your plan isn't to give the robber ideas, but that's okay. At least he has agreed to release someone.

Six and a half minutes later, a black car with the doors open park in front of the store.

"Now do your part," ask the police officer.

The boy looks at the five people inside, deciding who will gain freedom. He chose the girl who had made you the latte. She gets to her feet, shaky but steady enough to stand in front of the robber and you, as he has ordered, and walks slowly to the exit. A police officer supports her as soon as she sets a foot outside the store.

"Excellent!" you say, more excited. “Now one more."

"So, without demanding anything in return?" he asks you, astonished.

You fight not to roll your eyes.

"What else do you want besides getting out of here in one piece?"

He thinks for a moment. "The money I came for. You.” He points his nose at the boy in the cashier. "Fill the backpack and don't try anything funny. Put some cigarettes too. And those truffles. Put them all."

The boy doesn’t try anything. You doubt you could do anything else as well as sob and shake. When he finishes filling the bag, the robber ask him to hand it to you, which you think is a bad sign, but you take it without argument. Then he orders the young man to leave the store, always walking in front you, blocking the police's sights, in case they decide to do something.

"Is this the first time you've tried to rob?" You ask.

"A shop, yes. Car is easier. No witnesses, no victims. just steal the cars on the street."

"Why did you decide to change?" You want to know, the journalist in you popping up in an unexpected way.

"Shut up."

"I'm just wondering if you have a family and what a fright they must have taken, watching you on TV robbing up a store and... taking hostages."

He's silent, pushing the gun against your head, and when you think, you are going to die, he relaxes a little but keeps you in his sight.

“I only have a sister,” he tells you. “She is sick, doesn’t work, and has a bunch of kids. The kids' father died a while ago."

"And you help her any way you can," You guess.

He nods.

"She must be very worried about you..." You keep saying, trying to distract him, as two more police officer exchange gestures, and one of them disappears shortly after.

“Seeing you on TV with all these people pointing guns at you and stuff. I also have a brother, you know?"

He doesn’t answer, just huffs into your neck and fixes his eyes on a camera. You cast a quick glance at Namjoon. He has his eyes fixed on you, panic still dominates his features. He's watching you so intently, as if he could get you out of there. You have the impression that he's asking you: “What the fuck do you think you are doing, my angel?”

"You, get out of here," the robber say to the short-haired woman, who has been crying silently since the beginning of the robbery, hiding behind a shelf.

Half an hour later, there's only two people in the store. You and the burglar.

“We're going out,” he yells, alerting the police. "No one will follow us, or I'll kill the woman on spot."

“Okay, just keep calm, son."

“Come on, baby. Be good and help me out of here."

He starts pushing you towards the store exit, his sweaty body stuck to yours. Then, in the midst of your fear, you realize something that at first seems insignificant, but it changes everything. The barrel of the gun is not cold. It's almost warm.

“Oh, you son of a bitch!" You turn so quickly that the boy, taken by surprise, doesn't have time to react.

You attack him with the backpack full of money, cigarettes and truffles.

"No!" You hear a chorus behind you.

Namjoon's voice is the loudest.

You jump on the robber, who, without waiting for you attack, loses his balance and fall with you. He tries to point the gun at your face, but you hit his nose and punch his head in rage while yelling, furious: "You jerk! I will finish you!"

Someone takes you off him and you kick some more, disgusted. A police officer throws himself on the robber, another is trying to snatch the gun from his hand.

“I almost pissed my pants in fear, and you had a fake gun all the time? You stole my phone, you... Let me go!" You complain, wanting to join the other men and finish him off.

A deafening noise sounds inside the store, part of the plaster comes off the roof. You look at the hole above, not understanding. You stop kicking, and that's it. You understand that the weapon is... it's... It's real!

Fear and shock leave you numb. Who, who, in sane conscience, go up against someone with a gun?

You are dragged out of the store by one of the police officers. Everything gets confused. You hear screams, shiny handcuffs gleam under the camera flashes, but you can't understand anything.

Someone pulls you back, away from the commotion. You come to think that it's a police officer, but no. Crazy brown eyes stare at you from behind horrible glasses.

"Wh-what the-shit y-were you thinking?" "He grabs your shoulders and shakes you. Your teeth chatter. "Wh-what were you w-t-trying to do?"

"I thought the gun was fake."

Namjoon buries his fingers in your flesh, close his eyes, groaning, and pulls you to the safety of his chest, squeezing you so hard that you think he breaks your rib. Which you think is wonderful. You don't even need of all these ribs, after all.

"N-never seen so much stupidity and c-c-courage together," he stammers in your hair. You find that strange. You have never heard Namjoon hesitate, let alone stumble over words like that. What was wrong? "Y-you should b-be forbidden t-t-to go out on the street without h-h-having someone by your side to-to stop you o-of d-doing stupidities."

Funny, your grandmother had said almost the same thing.

"I am really sorry. I thought that..."

“N-n-no, no need to explain. B-be quiet. Just let me hold you, my angel. Just... s-stay here."

When they invite you to enter paradise, it's crazy to refuse, so you hug him. The tremor you feel in your chest begin to spread through your anesthetized limbs and your knees give way. Namjoon supports you before you collapse, murmuring affectionate words.

It's the best day of your life...

Until someone pulls you from that heaven on earth, sending you to hell again.

"I will kill you!" Hoseok says through gritted teeth, bumping the wheels of his wheelchair on your leg and pulling you down so your face is in the same height of his. He's furious. "I'm going to kill you, then I'm going to ground you for the rest of your life! I almost had a heart attack when you jumped in that guy. Holy shit Y/n, I thought you were going to die!"

He pulls you so hard, you almost fall into his lap. Hobi suffocates you with a hug like when you were kids, and he took care of you. You turn to reset your head on your brother's shoulder and finds Namjoon's gaze fixed on you. He's a few steps away, his arms at his sides, his gaze still tense.

"You almost got shot!" Hoseok mutters in a choked voice. "You could have died, Y/n! Hell, you could have died!"

"I'm so sorry."

You hug your brother, rubbing his back and trying to make him stop crying. You haven't seen your brother cry since dad went to live in Argentina and left you with grandma. Hoseok hated the place.

Someone pulls you back.

"I thought I was going to have to photograph your brain, you... you crazy..." Jungkook starts to say but doesn't finish. Instead, he kisses your forehead and presses against his. "Irresponsible!"

OK, you already understood. Everyone is mad at you. Even you are.

The exact second you understood the gun was real, everything changed. it was there that you realized how fragile life is, that one second can change everything. There are so many things you still want to do, say. Starting with your grandmother and the culture that you have denied all your life. And ending with Namjoon, to whom all your thoughts belong to. That's how you know he's your guy.

That moment when you realize you could have died with a bullet in the middle of your forehead, all you wished was that he was far enough away not to watch the scene.

Jungkook is pulled away by one of the police officers trying to keep the press away of you. More than stunned, you turn to Hoseok, who's sending killer glare at Jungkook.

You look for Namjoon, wanting to return to the warmth of his arms, but he's no longer there. Stretching out, you search the crowd but can't see him nowhere. Before you can find him, you are taken to the police station to provide a testimony and give details of everything. It isn't pleasant. Especially because Hobi is not allowed to go in with you, and the sheriff keeps asking you why what the hell you had given the robber ideas. When it's all over and the sheriff is convinced that you are no expert in robbery, you find your brother outside in the hallway, your sister-in-law is standing behind the wheelchair with him. Yoongi is with them, to your surprise.

"Finished?" Hobi wants to know, turning the wheels of the chair to approach.

"For today, yes. They can call me if you still need me, but I'm released."

"Excellent!"

You turn to Yoongi.

“Thank you so much for acting so quickly."

"You don't have to thank me. My heart was in my hand to see you there, it was the worst news I have ever covered."

"Thanks." You smile lightly. Looking around, you force yourself to ask, "Are you alone?"

Yoongi checks the time. Your brother shrugs. Lorraine nods. Namjoon didn't come after you. And why would he? He's a committed man, as he had made clear at the dinner last night. Furthermore, it would be too easy to believe that, that hug was more than it really was an act of solidarity. Namjoon is one of the most compassionate people you know and will never deny comfort to someone —or an animal, whatever. That gesture was nothing more than a way to calm someone who was going through a bad time, someone who was part of his life for a short while. It wouldn't be Namjoon if he acted in a different way.

"Can I ask for an exclusive?" Yoongi tries, raising his eyebrows in that seductive way.

You reach for the badge on his chest and turn it over. You frown upon seeing the known Just Facts logo.

“I thought you went to TopNews."

“No way, doll. There is no money in this world that makes me switch to the dark side of the force. So, can we book the exclusive?"

"I don't know if it's a good idea... after everything that happened..."

Namjoon, you want to add, but in not necessary. Yoongi understands.

"Everything that...?" Hoseok demands, craning his neck.

"Yes, it is, and you know it," counters Yoongi. "He would never interfere in my article."

"He who?" your brother grumbles.

"Besides," Yoongi continues, "I received nine calls from magazines and newspapers asking me for your phone number. Nobody believes that a courageous journalist like you, with a natural gift for tricking people, is unemployed. Maybe I can give them your contact..." He crosses his arms, smiling cynically.

"Are you serious?" You blink. "Does anyone want me?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"At the risk of losing my job, I rather not to answer this question."

You stare at him without understanding, and he smiles before asking: "So, do we have a deal? An exclusive in exchange for a dozen job offers?"

You don't need to think to answer.

"Deal."

"I'm going to talk to Jungkook so we can take some pictures. Tomorrow at the newsroom of the magazine, maybe?"

"Ah... I'd rather it be somewhere else, if you don't mind." You mutter, lowering your eyes. Going in there again would be even worse than being held at gunpoint. Even more if Alexia decides to show up. "Any other place will do."

"How about the restaurant across from the magazine, then?" You agree, and he gives you a long hug. “Glad you got out of this in one piece, doll." then he kisses you on the cheek.

"Why does everyone keeps kissing you?" Hoseok huffs while Yoongi leaves the police station.

"Oh, Hobi, for God's sake!" Lorena moans. "Leave your sister alone. We can go? Y/n must be exhausted."

“Gee, you have no idea,” you tell her.

"Let's go," agrees Hoseok. "But why isn't Namjoon here now?" He looks disappointed.

You swallow hard. “He got back with his ex-girlfriend."

Your brother frowns. "I can fix him if you want. Don't think that a leg and a few broken ribs will stop me."

"Don't do anything to him, Hobi. I don't want you to fix him, or the bike or anything else related to Namjoon, am I being clear?"

“You always screw up,” he grumbles, taking your hand and pressing your fingers against his hot cheek."

Thinking about what Grandma had said a long time ago, you reply, laughing: "You're absolutely right."

Only this time you had crossed all the limits.

We are coming to an end.

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