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I Must Still Want You pt. 2

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst (so. much. angst) | smut

word count: 4k

warnings: rough sex | infidelity | explicit sex scene | I'm so sorry in advance if I make some of you angry with this one. I promise it'll get better in future chapters.

author's note: hey...I'm back. I have so much in store. I know I've said it before and then I disappeared again, but I finally left a toxic relationship that had me in a writer's rut for a very long time and I also stopped following BTS for a while. But then they all came out with their incredible solos, and V's "Layover" was so beautiful it had stirred up so many ideas. It also somehow aligns with this story so well, so I couldn't help myself. I'm really proud of this one. I put so much heart and soul into this. This is not the end of this series.

part i | part iii

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At first, Taehyung understood. The excuses as to why you couldn’t come home for the holidays, why you couldn’t come home for his birthday, why he couldn’t come visit. Art school was difficult, adjusting to California was difficult, but making friends was easy. Making friends had always been easy for you. You and your mom were on bad terms, that’s why you couldn’t come home. You had deadlines and couldn’t afford distractions, that’s why Taehyung couldn’t come visit.

Then there were the arguments after Taehyung lost all his patience with you. And then the texts and phone calls became more and more infrequent until there were none at all. Taehyung’s calls went to voicemails, his messages echoed in a chamber of emptiness.

Months passed by like this, with Taehyung only knowing you were alive through news from your mom, whose lawn he mowed and driveway he shoveled. He sat with her sometimes for coffee. He didn’t dare going into your room again after he saw that your mother transformed it, pushing an untouched treadmill in the same corner your bed used to be.

And then, about a year after the two of you unofficially broke up, you posted on Instagram. A man was kneeling before you as you wore a stunning dress Taehyung had never see you wear before. An expensive dress. There were letters hung behind the two of you in the background. Taehyung stopped breathing. The letters read:

Will you marry me?

Still not breathing, he swiped right to see another picture of your left hand—a hand he used to hold so much he could still feel the ghost of its warmth—displaying a gaudy engagement ring encrusted with a sickening number of diamonds. The camera’s flash made them glimmer in a way that made Taehyung nauseous.

Despite everything, Taehyung had been taking the unofficial breakup well. He never said anything about it to your mother although he desperately wanted to understand why you stopped talking to him or know if she knew. He didn’t rot in bed. He didn’t stop photography. While you had been gone, he discovered a newfound love of singing and his roommate Jungkook was a small-time producer and part-time DJ, and through him Taehyung had virtually unlimited access to a studio. Instead of succumbing into a debilitating depression, Taehyung worked on his very first EP. He had finished a few days before the Instagram post. He was going to send it to you. He knew you were going to love it. Maybe it would even make you speak to him.

But the post.

Taehyung dropped his phone on his bed and steadily walked to the bathroom, breathing through his nose. An ugly surge of emotion ravished him. He thought he was going to cry, but when he closed the door behind him, he stumbled to the toilet. And vomited.

Jungkook rushed in, his headphones dangling from around his neck, concern stretched across his face. “Bro, you good? It sounds like you’re dying.”

Taehyung wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. His eyes and throat burned. Thick snot crept down his lips. He wasn’t going to cry, but seeing Jungkook standing there pummeled him. His dear friend who didn’t even know Taehyung had been going through a breakup. How was he going to explain this? He couldn’t. He dropped his head back into the toilet bowl and heaved.

Later, after Taehyung cleaned himself up and Jungkook sat him down on the couch with a cup of water, he told Jungkook everything.

Jungkook had been quiet the entire time, nodding to let Taehyung know that he was listening. But when Taehyung finished, gesturing to his phone because he couldn’t speak the words “she’s engaged,” Jungkook looked at the post himself.

A brief and subtle expression flickered across his face as he swiped. It was there and then it was gone, only noticeable in the slight tremble in the eyebrows and the momentary clench of the jaw. He looked up at Taehyung whose eyes were rimmed in red and whose hands were quivering as he dabbed at his nose with a napkin.

With a venom that Taehyung did not know his roommate possessed, Jungkook said, “That bitch.”

--

After grieving for a month, Taehyung pulled himself out of bed. He went to a party where Jungkook was DJing and downed shot after shot of anything anyone would hand him. He blacked out and woke up in his own bed wearing the same sweaty clothes from the night before, feeling like hell. He looked at his text messages to make sure that he didn’t say anything fucked up to anyone and noticed your contact at the top.

Of course, he reached out to you. How embarrassing. He cringed, afraid to read what he said, but all he sent was a link to his EP. Somehow, that was worse. He absolutely wanted to die.

And of course, you didn’t respond.

--

A year stuttered by. Sometimes when Taehyung looked in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself. He was dirty blond now and handsome and miserable. He had slept with so many people in the last few months—girls, mostly but sometimes guys, too. He had had so many threesomes that he’d lost count. People on campus knew who he was now. He had gone from having one friend in his first year of college to becoming a name that people sighed dreamily as they said it.

Still nothing from you.

And then, one morning while nursing a hangover at the dining table in his shared apartment with Jungkook, a text from your mom. Maybe he was reading into it, but there was a tone of sadness in the wording, possibly regret. It said:

Y/N is back in town. Her grandmother died last week and the funeral is Friday. Please come if you feel comfortable. If you don’t, I understand.

There it was again. That roiling sensation inside of him. That urgent need to vomit.

The first time he had a threesome with Jungkook, he couldn’t perform. He had fumbled to the bathroom, his pants undone, and hurled into the toilet until the girl left. He had thought Jungkook would be pissed, but instead he sat on the bathroom floor with him in silence.

Now, Jungkook paused, a spoonful of cereal and milk halfway to his mouth. “I know that look,” he said. “What happened?”

Taehyung cleared his throat. “Y/N’s grandmother died.”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “So? Fuck her and her grandma.”

In other circumstances, Taehyung would've laughed. He couldn’t. He was too numb. “I liked her grandma when we were little. She used to make homemade blackberry jam and watch our stupid choreographies that we made up.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. He lowered the spoon. “I take that back about the grandma, but still fuck that bitch. Y/N, not the grandma.”

Now Taehyung mustered up a halfhearted chuckle that could’ve been a genuine laugh had the thought of you being in town—not in California—not robbed him of any sense of humor.

Jungkook hated seeing Taehyung like this because there was nothing he could do to help. “Don’t go to that funeral,” was all he said. It wasn’t a command. His voice was pleading. “Seeing her will only fuck you up. And what if she’s with—”

Taehyung closed his eyes as if expecting a blow. He hadn’t realized he was crying until warm teardrops slid down his face and into his mouth.

--

He went to the funeral. Your parents embraced him when they saw him. Individually, of course. Your dad remarried. He had stepchildren. Taehyung thought you probably hated it if you even still talked to him. The idea of someone else being frozen out of your life and not just him slightly comforted him. Slightly.

It was a beautiful day out—early summer, bright blue sky, cool breeze—but Taehyung was cold. And you hadn’t arrived yet.

“She slept in,” your mother said. “She hadn’t been feeling the best ever since she landed yesterday. She should arrive soon.”

An Uber arrived, and the back door opened. Taehyung held his breath.

You stepped out. You were so familiar yet you were a stranger. Your hair was longer, fuller. You were wearing a form-fitting black dress and red-bottomed heels. A designer bag dangled from the crook of your elbow. Large, expensive sunglasses obscured your eyes. Your lips were painted red.

The Uber departed before Taehyung realized you came alone.

You sauntered in his direction. He was breathless as he watched you move. Did you always walk like that? With such an elegant sway? Or was that new? A by-product of your reinvented life.

He realized that he was not your target. He was standing with your parents and your stepmother you probably hated. Except you didn’t hate her because she was the first you hugged. Then your dad. Then your mother. Then—

“Tae.”

He blinked. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. Feel the bile rising in his throat. He cleared it behind a polite fist before croaking your name in return.

Then, very cautiously, you pulled him into a hug. He felt everyone’s eyes on the both of you. You were making him into a spectacle, and he hated it. In that moment, he realized he hated you. But his arms were stiff at his sides and when he became aware of that, he lifted them to pat you on the back.

“I know how much you loved her,” you said when you released him.

He blinked, not understanding. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My grandmother.”

His face felt hot. Jungkook was right. He shouldn’t have come. He had never once wanted to hurt a woman before, especially not you. But he wanted so badly to strangle you. To make you feel what it’s like to have your throat full of heartbreak. But he pushed a smile onto his red face. “Yes. My condolences.”

“Thank you for coming,” you said.

I hate you.

Taehyung nodded, and without meaning to, glimpsed at your left hand. The ring was still there. You were still engaged. But you returned home without a fiancé.

I hate you.

--

After the funeral, there was a gathering at your dad and stepmom’s house. Taehyung wasn’t going to go, but he couldn’t bring himself not to. He wanted to keep looking at you, breathing the same air as you, and wondering if you had listened to his EP.

But for the most part, he was just wandering around the beautiful countryside home as awkwardly as he had been at the party in middle school where he had first seen you kissing a boy on the porch. Except this time, you were getting married. You were getting fucking married.

At least at a funeral it wasn’t odd to cry. He went outside to do it.

He sat on the front porch steps and loosened his tie. No one came out to bother him. He was good at being invisible. Especially to you.

The front door behind him opened. The sound of heels approached him but stopped a few paces away.

Neither of you said anything. He quietly wiped away angry tears.

“I don’t expect forgiveness,” you said.

He wanted to scream. “Not here. Please.”

“I booked a hotel. Let’s talk at the bar there. You look like you could use a drink.”

Taehyung closed his eyes. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes. But I could use a drink, too.”

Taehyung dropped his head in his hands. “I shouldn’t have come.” He stood up and walked to his car. You didn’t follow. Didn’t beg. He grabbed the handle of the driver’s side door and looked at you from over the roof of the car. You were still standing on the porch, your hands delicately interlaced in front of you. You weren’t wearing your sunglasses, but he couldn’t see your eyes from where he stood.

Who were you?

He yanked the door open and got in the car. His phone vibrated when he started the ignition. You had sent him a text with an address and a time.

“Fuck you,” he whispered. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.”

--

He arrived thirty minutes late. You were sipping a purple-colored cocktail at a secluded table. God, you looked so good. He hated it.

“I would’ve understood if you hadn’t showed,” you said, expressionless.

He hesitated before sitting down, considering leaving. When he did sit, you said, “I really like your hair. It complements your skin tone.”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“I deserve that.”

“Fuck you.”

“What are you drinking nowadays? It’s on me.”

The bile was threatening to choke him. He swallowed thickly. His voice trembled as he said, “What do you want from me? You don’t fucking care about me. All you care about it—I don’t know what you care about. You’re such a—”

A drink appeared before him. “I already ordered for you. I hope you don’t mind whiskey. It’s top shelf so you most likely won’t have a hangover.”

“I don’t want—”

“I listened to it.”

Taehyung stopped.

“It was beautiful. It was so fucking beautiful. When do you sing? And like that? Oh, my God.”

Now Taehyung was crying again. He downed his drink. You gestured something to the waitress and another whiskey appeared before him. Taehyung said, “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

You touched his hand. He flinched away as if burned. “I dropped out of college a couple of years ago. I was homeless. And then I met a guy who fixed all of that.”

“Such bullshit.” But Taehyung knew you were genuine. You were never a liar.

“Not bullshit,” you said gently. “I was embarrassed. Who flunks art school? But I was intimidated being surrounded by all of those freakishly talented people. I didn’t fit in. But you would’ve sure as hell did. Your photos, Tae—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry.” You took a sip of your drink and looked away before continuing, “You are so talented. And then that fucking album—”

“EP.”

You glared at him. “Now it is my turn to say fuck you.”

“Get to the point.”

“I wasn’t measuring up. I dropped out before I got expelled. Mom wanted me to come home, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I love California. I slept on some friends’ couches for a few months, working odd jobs—bartending, dogwalking, commission stuff. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was embarrassed, Tae. And then you kept pestering me about wanting to see me and—”

“Pestering? You think so lowly of me?” “That’s what it felt like at the time. I had so much going on in my head—”

“But not so much that you still had room to go and fuck someone else before even breaking up with me.”

You finished your drink. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

Taehyung had no response.

“I met a guy while bartending. He was rich. And kind. And I was very poor and lonely.”

“And he swept you off your feet," he said with betrayal in his voice.

“No. But his tips were nice. They were big enough to feed me for a couple of weeks. And then he would take me out to dinners. Next thing I know he’s buying me an apartment and a car and a dog and a life.”

Taehyung’s eyes were wet with fresh tears. He couldn’t look at you. “I wanted a life with you. I could’ve helped you.”

“With what money, Taehyung? All you would’ve done was spend way too much money on a one-way ticket and be stuck there with me.”

He had nothing to say to that. He downed his drink. “That doesn’t explain not telling me a fucking thing. Not even a goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you love him?”

You sighed.

Taehyung clenched his hands into fists under the table. He repeated, “Do you love him?”

Another purple drink appeared in front of you. The waitress flitted away, sensing the tension.

Finally, you said, “I think I could learn to. Someday.”

He blew out the breath he’d been holding and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked out the window at the pool. So still, so blue. So beautiful. He thought of California. He thought of the song on his EP, “For Us.” He wanted to fucking drown you.

In a soft, broken voice, he said, “I have loved you for my entire life. My entire life. Just wasted.”

You didn’t say anything. You just simply stared out the window with him. And then for the first time that entire day, you began to sob.

He didn’t dare look at you. He didn’t want to empathize with you. What for? But hearing you cry silently, seeing your shoulders shake with each sob in his peripheral vision…

Before he could say anything, you were already cleaning yourself up, dabbing under your eyes with a neatly folded napkin. “Should we go up to my suite for some privacy? I fucking hate crying in public.”

--

The suite was gorgeous. He didn’t know something so extravagant existed in his hometown.

“I need to get out of this dress. It’s not really my style,” you said, delicately removing your heels.

Taehyung looked away. For some reason, seeing you do that simple action made his heart ache.

You disappeared into the bathroom after telling him to make himself comfortable. He instead opted to stand around, unsure of what to do with his hands. Then you called his name from the other room, needing help with the dress.

“The zipper,” you said. “It was hell putting this thing on by myself. Can you unzip it for me?”

The bathroom was all marble and glass. Taehyung felt like there were a dozen versions of the both of you reflected around him. You were trying to catch his eyes in the mirror, but he purposefully avoided you. He focused on keeping his hands still as he stood behind you and reached up to grasp the tiny zipper at the nape of your neck.

The sound of the dress unzipping made his dick throb as longingly as his heart. You were fucking with him. You had to be.

But he wasn’t the same Taehyung that you left behind at the airport. Not at all. He was going to show you.

The zipper ended right at the top of your tailbone. You let the dress fall to the floor.

“You said you didn’t fuck anyone?” Taehyung said, voice gruff with want. He could feel himself hardening.

You were breathing slightly faster. You wanted him, too. This time, he allowed your gaze to meet each other’s in the mirror. You said, “Just myself. I never let him touch me, Tae. I don’t love him.”

He ran his hand up your leg, up your ass, traced the line of your back with a steady finger. He was no longer nervous. Fucking was what he was good at. And he wanted to fuck you until you regretted ever leaving him. Until you rued the day you said yes to that stupid fucking engagement.

He stopped his hand at the base of your neck. You stood still, breath shallow. Waiting. Wanting. You were probably so wet for him already, but you would have to wait.

He pressed himself against you so that you could feel how hard he was for you. A moan stuttered out of your throat. He clenched your neck from behind and shoved you forward, bending you over the sink. With swift fingers, he undid his belt, lowered his pants, pushed down his briefs. His cock sprang free, swollen with a two year long need for you, beaded with precum.

You shimmied out your underwear. With two fingers, he felt the velvety skin of your pussy lips. He was right, you were so fucking wet for him. You arched your back and shivered at his touch.

Your eyes met in the mirror again. Yours were heavy-lidded with desire, lips red like Marilyn Monroe. He wanted that lipstick smeared all over your face and all over his cock when he was done with you. His own eyes were low lidded as well. He grinned at you before he entered you. He didn’t want to take it slow, and he didn’t.

He fucked you like you were water, and he hadn’t drunk anything in days. You were a mess, clawing at the marble countertop like it would give you stability. Your moans were so fucking hot. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so that his lips were at your ear.

“You’re mine, do you hear me? This pussy is mine.”

You tried to say “Yes, daddy,” but your eyes were fluttering and rolling and Taehyung was fucking you so good you couldn’t get a word out. He slapped your ass and you gasped.

“Fuck you,” he said but he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it at all.

He felt himself getting carried away and pulled out. You squirmed at the lack of him, begging for more. He didn’t want to admit he almost came. Sex hadn’t felt this good in years. Both of you were breathless, filling the room with your panting. But he wasn’t done with you yet. And you knew. You smiled at him, big and beautiful, and Taehyung almost came right then and there.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

Your pupils were dilated, your face was glimmering with sweat, your hair was a mess. You were so beautiful Taehyung wanted to fucking cry.

And then he was. “Fuck you,” he said, but he meant it this time.

You unclasped your bra and dropped it to the floor. Then you were on your knees before him, using that expensive dress as a cushion against the marble. You took all of him in your mouth, slowly, never losing eye contact. Your mouth was warm and wet and your breasts looked amazing, the nipples hard. You noticed him looking and pinched the nipple of your left breast as you sucked him off, using your right hand to jerk him in and out of your mouth. You were an expert with your tongue, paying close attention to the head of his cock. And then when he felt the back of your throat, he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped a handful of your hair again, this time to keep himself steady.

“Ah, fuck,” he whimpered. “Where? Where do you want me to cum?” He made the mistake of looking at you again, your mouth smeared crime-scene red.

You smiled at him like a good girl, like you didn’t have a spit stretching from your lips to his cock like party streamers. “On my face,” you said.

He didn’t hesitate.

When he finished convulsing the final streams of cum onto your pretty face, he stood there, face flushed and veins straining from his neck as reality crept back into his bones like a winter’s chill. He was disgusted with himself. He was angry with you.

“You’re fucking engaged,” he said, cleaning himself up. “Oh fuck. I’m such a fucking idiot.” He hastily threw on his clothes. Ran his hands through his hair to look somewhat presentable and not like he just face fucked someone’s fiancé.

You were extremely calm and still extremely naked. Taehyung realized belatedly that you hadn’t come yet. Good, he thought. You don’t deserve that release.

He finished dressing as you started washing your face. He went to leave but then stopped at the door. He didn’t turn to look at you, but he said, “You’re an awful person, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

Taehyung left the bathroom and was halfway to the suite’s door when he heard you say meekly as if to yourself, “I do.”

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after dark

◾ genre: smut, pwp, sol, established relationship au, idol au

◾ pairing: johnny suh x black (f) oc x jung yoonoh

◾ rating: 18+

◾ warning(s): swearing, self-consciousness, polyamorous relationship, oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, sub/switch/dom, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, double penetration 

◾ word count: 3.5k

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Eden pressed the code on the keypad. Once the color changed from red to green and beeped softly, she pushed the door in and was met with delectable smells coming from her kitchen. She sniffed the air as she slipped her flats off and put on her slippers. Her calico kitten strolled up to her and rubbed against her leg, purring loudly, wanting to be cuddled. She chuckled, picking her up and kissing her fur.

“Well, hello to you too, Mitzy. I missed you too. Where are your daddies? I hope they’re not making a mess in my kitchen.”

A laugh burst from the kitchen as she walked closer.

“You think so little of us, baby.”

Eden’s brow quirked. Of course, Johnny always had something to say. She set Mitzy down and peeked around the corner. Her eyes widened at the view. Her boyfriends–yes plural–were cooking...in the nude. Each was wearing a long-waisted apron with their asses swaying in the breeze. Her eyes widened for a moment, trying to conceal the shock across her face.

Jaehyun smirked, knowing full well Eden was enjoying their show. He made a point to bend over as he opened the oven up.

She willed her eyes to look away from watching his ass sway as he checked on the prime rib.

Where the hell did he learn to cook that?!

“Your boss gave us a few pointers,” Johnny interjected smugly.

“Oh, did he?”

Jaehyun straightened up, closed the oven door, and walked over to the wine rack, grabbing a bottle and glass from the shelf. Smiling and not leaving her gaze, he opened the bottle and poured her a healthy portion. He walked around the counter and handed her the glass.

“Relax. Drink. And get that pout off your face.”

“I’m not pouting,” she argued, reaching for the wine glass. 

“You are, baby. Just let us take care of you for once.”

Eden scoffed but decided arguing would be fruitless. They were just as stubborn as she was, sometimes even more.

Still, she couldn’t help but be a bit impressed with them. They were making this feast all for her. The swooning would have to wait. Eden took a seat at the island counter, sipping her wine ever so often. 

Watching them was sort of a turn-on. Her head tilted to the side, watching Johnny with a giggle. He was stirring the mashed potatoes on the stovetop.

“Babe–”

Jaehyun reached over and pressed a finger to her lips. “No talking.”

Eden’s eyes narrowed, but she stopped talking. Johnny gave her a wink adding the garlic and butter to the mashed potatoes.

The inviting smell made her realize how hungry she really was. She felt her mouth salivate as the aromas grew stronger. 

Jaehyun checked on the green beans giving a final nod. “Everything looks good. Eden, you can take a seat at the dining room table.”

Eden followed his instructions, slipping from her chair and walking back into the living room. Candles lit the table set for three. Mitzy sat in the chair without a place setting, swishing her tail.

“There’s food in your bowl Mitzy.”

The cat stared momentarily at her before jumping down and going back into the kitchen to be nosy. The two attractive males walked in carrying dishes to place on the mats on the table. Aprons still on, they worked silently fixing her plate. Johnny began to cut her prime rib diligently. 

“You like medium-rare, right?”

“Yes, please.”

Jaehyun added the mashed potatoes and green beans to the plate. 

“Not too much, Jae,” she said with a pout.

His eyes cut to her as his jaw clenched. “You’re gonna eat whatever I put on this plate, Eden. I didn’t slave over the stove for you to fuss. Got it?”

Okay, that was hot. She squeaked, sitting back in her chair. Johnny cut into the prime rib, adding some horseradish sauce to a piece, and held the fork up to her lips.

“Eat.”

Her mouth opened as the morsel slipped into her mouth. She chewed silently as the flavors burst in her mouth. The meat was seasoned perfectly! Her eyes darted to each man, desire in her gaze. Jaehyun took another fork and placed some mashed potatoes and green beans on it. Eden tried to protest once more.

“Are you both going to feed me?”

“Yes,” they answered in unison.

Her brow quirked up. “When are you going to eat your food?”

Johnny sighed. “Don’t worry about us, baby. Just let us cater to you.”

Well damn.

Eden remained on her best behavior as they continued to feed her, and soon her plate was wiped clean. Johnny took her plate off the table and walked into the kitchen. Jae smirked, standing as he held out his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Follow me.”

She took his hand as he led her out the dining room and towards the guest bathroom.

What are they up to?

Jae turned to place a kiss on her forehead.

“You’ve had a long day. Take a nice hot shower and head to the bedroom when you’re finished.”

At this point, Eden decided that any protests would be fruitless.  With a nod, she headed towards the bathroom.

Johnny appeared in the living room doorway, drying off the last pan. He quirked his eyebrow staring at Jaehyun.

“She taking a shower?”

“Yep.”

“Need help with everything in the bedroom?”

Jaehyun shook his head, running his hands through his hair. “Maybe. Grab the candles.”

Johnny nodded before going back into the kitchen to put the rest of the dishes away. Once he made sure Mitzy had enough water in her bowl, he walked into the bedroom to help Jaehyun.

Not long after, Eden emerged from the steamy bathroom, towel wrapped around her torso. She removed the clip holding her faux locs, letting them tumble down past her shoulders. She ran, her hands through her hair, loosened any tangles and walked towards the bedroom. 

Twisting the doorknob, she pushed the door in and entered. Her jaw nearly dropped at the sight before her eyes. Candles flickered around on the dresser and end tables, and rose petals covered the floor and king-sized bed. Her eyes zoomed in on a massage table set in the middle of the room, and Jaehyun and Johnny stood by the table, smiling at her.

“What’s this?”

Jaehyun chuckled, walked over to the wardrobe closet, and grabbed a few things. Turning, she noticed a towel in his hand.

“Take your towel off and lay down, please,” he replied, gesturing to the table.

 “Jae–”

His lips thinned as he stared at her, jawline tensed as his eyes flashed with authority. Oh, he was making that face again. One she knew all too well. Eden gulped softly as she removed her towel. Johnny took it from her hands and hung it up in the bathroom.

“Hop on, babe.”

Eden climbed up on the massage table, resting on her stomach. Though they had seen her naked many times, the men appreciated the dips and curves of her body any chance they got. Jae walked over and draped a fresh towel over her and neatly folded it over her backside.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhmm,” she murmured as her body relaxed into the mattress. 

He walked over to the table, picking up the bottle of oil he warmed up. Jaehyun poured some into his hands, handed the oil to Johnny, and rubbed his hands together before placing them on her back. A content sigh passed Eden’s lips as she felt his hands glide over her skin. Jae began to loosen the knots in her shoulders as Johnny focused on her calf muscles.

“Damn, baby. Why so tense?”

Eden snorted softly at Johnny’s words. “You know why. I spend the majority of my day on my feet. If I had a competent staff, I wouldn’t need to do so much.”

Jaehyun hummed in understanding as he rolled and pinched her skin. He moved her hair to the side, giving him better access to her neck, mindful of the pressure. Johnny’s fingers drummed along her legs, crawling slowly up to her thighs.

Jaehyun looked over at Johnny, giving him a smirk. Johnny returned the smile and paused his motions.

“Baby, can you open your legs a little more me?”

Almost falling asleep on the massage table, Eden managed to part her legs for him. Johnny bit down on his lip as his hands found their way to her inner thigh. His fingers brushed along her skin, leaving delicate touches. She let out a breathy sigh as her body sunk into the cushion. 

Jaehyun’s eyes surveyed over her body, feeling his heart flutter in his chest. “Baby, turn over for me, please.”

Johnny removed his hands as Eden rotated to lay on her back, and Johnny got another towel to cover her chest. They kneaded her skin once she was settled, warming the muscles up. Jaehyun scratched her scalp gently, earning a purr from her while Johnny rubbed oil along her arms and hands.

It was heavenly being spoiled by the two of them. Eden bit down on her lip, attempting to keep her sounds in check. The massage was starting to affect her. 

Johnny raised his brow, watching her. “Stop squirming around, baby.”

Eden pouted as she ceased her movements. “I can’t help it. Feels too good.”

Jaehyun chuckled darkly as he moved down to her ears, rubbing them gently. “If you can’t be quiet, we’ll have to do something about that.”

She opened her eyes to see him hovering over her. A playful smirk on her face. “Oh? I wonder what that could be.”

Johnny chuckled as he shook his head. “All you need to do is ask.”

Eden grabbed his hand, pulling herself up. The towel covering her chest slipped off, and she paid no attention to it. She sat up, letting her legs dangle over the side as Johnny caressed her cheek with his thumb, traveling down to trace her lips. Eden’s tongue darted out to wrap around the digit, bringing it into her mouth to suckle. His eyes flashed with desire watching her tease him. 

“Color?”

Eden darted her eyes between the two men. “Green.”

Johnny watched with a darkening gaze, stepping close to rub along her waist. He leaned in just enough for his lips to brush against her earlobe. His fingers found their way to her hair and tugged it to pause her movements. “You know what to do, Princess.”

Eden mewled at his words, staring at Johnny hungrily. Johnny wasted no time tugging his thumb between her lips and replacing it with his lips. Teeth knocking, they clawed at each other as Johnny proceeded to swallow her moans. Her legs parted, inviting Johnny to slot between them as she wrapped them around his legs. She shivered, feeling his cock brush against her thigh. 

Johnny deepened the kiss fighting for dominance as his tongue rolled against hers. Knowing they’d need air soon, Johnny pulled away, leaving her breathless from the kiss. He grinned at how disheveled she looked. Jaehyun tugged back on her hair, giving her a pout. 

“Don’t leave me hanging, princess.”

She felt her thighs clench together as Jaehyun captured her lips in a searing kiss, almost knocking her out. She craved both their kisses, each so different in its way. Jaehyun nipped at her bottom lip, suckling it to the point it began to bruise. She leaned into his kiss, shivering as she felt Johnny’s lips on her neck. He found that particular spot on her neck, making her stutter against them both. Dark marks bloomed on her skin, and he latched onto a space on her collar. Eden reached out and gripped Johnny’s hair with one hand and the other in Jaehyun’s hair. 

By now, Jaehyun was pressed against her back, erection hard and poking her backside. With some reluctance, he broke the kiss, eyeing her with unbridled passion. 

“Johnny?”

Johnny’s eyes darted up to meet Jaehyun’s. “Hmm?”

“Should I make our princess purr?”

“No question about it,” Johnny said as a glint of mischief twinkled in his eyes. He kissed her lips slowly, stroking her waist. He moved to the side, letting Jaehyun come to the front. Jaehyun dropped to his knees, keeping his eyes on her face, and looped his arms around her legs, pinning her hips to the massage bed. He pressed his lips to her pussy, giving it soft kisses along the outer labia. Eden’s breathing staggered as she eyed him. Her hands snatched his hair, gripping it tight. 

“Oh fuck.”

Jaehyun flicked his tongue across her clit, sucking it lightly. Johnny reached around and began to massage her breasts, slowly caressing each one and rubbing her nipples softly. As they hardened under his hands, he pulled lightly on her nipples. 

Jae’s eyes never left hers. Dark eyes staring back in deep brown ones. Hearing her noises only made him lick faster, and eventually, he slid two of his fingers deep within her slick hole. Her wetness overflowed out of her and coated his fingers in no time. He used his other hand to push one of Eden's legs farther apart for him.

"Mmmmm. Eden. You taste so good," Jaehyun cooed seductively as he pulled back to breathe a little.

“Let her taste,” Johnny ordered, watching with sharp eyes.

Jaehyun slid his fingers out and pressed them to her lips. Eden wasted no time pushing them past her lips. She moaned, tasting her arousal on his fingers, sucking them clean. Jaehyun trembled as he watched her. He bit down on his lip, wanting nothing more than to take her right then and there. Johnny pulled Jaehyun’s fingers from Eden’s mouth, replacing his lips to taste her in his tongue. He delved into her mouth, moaning with want. Sucking on her tongue, he pulled away, staring into her eyes.

“You’ve been so good, Princess. I think you deserve a treat.”

Jaehyun eyed them both, stroking himself. “What do you have in mind, Johnny?”

“I think Eden needs to be stuffed. Don’t you, Princess?”

Eden whimpered as she clenched her thighs together, causing friction. Just the thought of being filled by them was making her body react. Johnny gripped her chin, leaving a sloppy kiss in his wake before whispering in her ear. 

“Get Jae prepped.”

Eden reached for the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount into her hand. She coated Jaehyun’s shaft with the liquid running her hand up and down slowly to tease. Jaehyun’s eyes narrowed as his jaw clenched. His breathing staggered while she warmed him up. He was already erect, but her touches only made him stiffen more. 

Jaehyun removed her hand and pushed her back down on the massage table. Parting her legs wider, he lined himself up at her entrance. Biting back a moan, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. Eden jerked at the motions grabbing onto Johnny to keep still. Jaehyun wasted no time and thrust in one fluid motion. He let out a groan, dropping his head forward. Eden whimpered, feeling oh so full of him. 

“I need to move, baby,” Jaehun whispered.

She gave him a reassuring smile, signaling for him to continue. “Go ahead, Jae, please.”

Jae grunted as he pulled out enough for his tip to brush her entrance then slammed back into her cunt; the air knocked out of her lungs. Eden scrambled to move away, but Johnny held her arms, giving her light kisses on her temple.

“Baby, it’s okay. He’s making you so full. Watch him fill you up.”

Eden forced her eyes open as she looked down to his cock disappearing in her cunt. Sloppy sounds fill the air. Strangled cries along with his groans matching the rhythm. Johnny carded his fingers through her hair, singing praises to her. He bent down to her ear, nibbling on it gently.

“I think your mouth needs to be full too, right Princess?”

“Y-Yes,” she cried out, glancing up at him.

Johnny smirked, pushing her back on the massage table until her head hung over the side. Pumping his shaft, he brought it close to her lips. Instantly, her mouth opened wide, tongue sticking out. He set the tip on her tongue, letting it coat with his precum. Eden moaned, tasting him as she made eye contact with him. Johnny’s knees buckled as he grabbed onto the edge of the massage table. Eden breathed through her nose as Johnny fucked her mouth slowly. She hollowed her cheeks, running her tongue across his slit, knowing how much he loved when she did that.

The men worked in tandem. Jaehyun buried deep in her pussy, fingers digging deep into her hips. Johnny’s balls slapped her chin, trying to keep himself in control. With reluctance, he dragged his cock from her mouth with a sloppy pop. The saliva and cum covered her chin and lips.

The last thing they wanted was to overexert her. They gave each a meaningful look. “Last of the night, Princess. I can tell you’re getting tired.”

Eden was ready to protest but knew they were right. Her stamina, while typically high, was draining quicker than usual. 

“Let’s get you into a better position, Princess,” he murmured seductively.

Johnny motioned for Jaehyun to cease his movements. The younger male frowned for just a moment, slowing his tempo to a halt. With care, he slid out of Eden, cock still erect. 

“Ass up, Princess,” Johnny ordered softly.

Eden’s body shivered with his new orders. He knew she loved this position. It was enjoyable for the three of them–and much more comfortable if she gave one oral. She got on her hands and knees, still on top of the massage table, and Jaehyun hit a button on the side that brought the table down a few centimeters. At this angle, Johnny could have more balance, even if he was taller than Jaehyun. 

They switched places, Johnny getting behind Eden as Jae got in front of her. Eden smirked up at Jae, cupping his balls in her hand and squeezing them as she massaged them. He hissed, watching her with a narrow gaze. Jaw clenched and still sensitive, he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d lose it. Johnny ran his hand up and down her backside, tracing her curves as he bit his lip. It was a sight to behold before him. 

“Can’t wait to fuck you, Princess,” he moaned. 

Jaehyun stroked her cheek. “You alright, baby? Color?”

“Green,” she answered.

Johnny’s hip snapped forward, filling her to the brim. Eden’s eyes rolled back as she matched his rhythm. Johnny kept his eyes glued to her ass as it smacked against his stomach. Her name slipped past his lips while fucking her doggy style.

“Oh shit. Princess…so tight for me still…fuck.”

Eden turned to Jae; not wanting him to be neglected; she curled her finger, beckoning him closer, her hand wrapping around his length. She suckled on the head. Jaehyun tasted slightly sweeter than Johnny. Not that she had a preference, but she secretly loved his reaction to her blowjob a teeny bit more. She twirled her tongue around the shaft. He loved it when she was sloppy as she slurped around him, bobbing her head. Jaehyun’s hands went into her hair, guiding her mouth as his hips moved.

Johnny gritted his teeth and brought his hand down on her ass cheek, smacking them hard. Eden muffled out a moan. Her walls quivered around his cock, and she was close. 

They all were. Heavy, heady breathing filled the air as the young lovers’ orgasms rose. It was as if static filled the air. Everything became so messy; each caught up in their pleasure. Jaehyun tensed and gripped her hair tighter.

“I-I’m gonna fuck baby…just like that. That mouth…shit.”

Johnny growled as he felt his cock twitch. “Cum for us, Princess. Cover my dick with your juices.”

At their words, Eden let out a strangled cry; as her orgasm rippled through her body, making her body convulse, Jaehyun’s seed spurt into her mouth as she guzzled it down. Johnny came not too after, rutting against her ass as he spilled into her cunt, fisting his cock and letting it drip onto her ass and the massage table.

The trio collapsed onto each other on the table, energy spent. Eden was the first to move, motioning for the men to help her up. She rested her head on Jae’s chest as Johnny walked into the bathroom.

He stroked her hair with a smile. “How are you doing, baby?”

“I feel fine,” she said with a sleepy grin.

He kissed her forehead returning her smile. “Good.”

Johnny reentered with a few warm washcloths, and the two men set to work wiping Eden down. Johnny helped her tie her hair as Jaehyun grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and shirt and helped her dress. They led her to the bed and got her in under the comforter. 

“Be right back.”

They went to clean themselves up and came back, both dressed in pajama pants. They crawled on each side of Eden as she snuggled up to the two of them. 

“Thank you both,” she said, opening her eyes. “I don’t say it enough, but I do appreciate all that you do for me. Love you two dorks.”

Johnny cracked a smile and kissed her cheek. “We only want to see you smile, Eden.”

Jaehyun nodded in agreement, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “Always.”

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[kimseoksjin]

yoonjin | 12k | fluff + pining

“Food is a love language, you know,” Seokjin says one day as he’s cooking together with Yoongi.

“Sure.”

“No, it is!”

“What are you trying to say?” Yoongi chuckles. “That you’re attempting to seduce me?”

A half-beat of silence, then Seokjin replies, “I’m saying that we’re on good terms solely because I started forcing you to eat breakfast.”

(or: Yoongi and Seokjin fall in love over a multitude of mornings.)

read it here!

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[sopewriters]

his.

pairing: god!yoongi x reader

genre: literally just Filth

words: 1.9k

warning(s): cheating, referenced bondage, mild exhibitionism, degradation, mild humiliation, D/s, toxic relationship (if any)

“Well, isn’t this a lovely sight for sore eyes?”

You shiver from the heat of his gaze as it lights on you, setting your skin aflame and making you arch your back with aching need. The cords that wrap snug around your wrists keep you in place – tethered to the headboard of your bed, exactly where he wants you.

You bite your lip to muffle the whimper that threatens to slip free at the sight of his lips curved into a pretty smirk. You can’t – no one should be allowed to hear you. Not when you’re doing something so shameful.

“What sort of thoughts are running through your pretty head, I wonder?” His eyes narrow, and the sight makes another rush of heat flood you – this time rushing in between your legs. You rub your thighs together, a little mewl slipping from your lips as you feel how slick they are.

How long has he kept you like this, helpless and vulnerable to his suggestions? Unable to keep yourself from listening to him detail exactly how pretty you would look straddling his cock, how your lips belong on it, worshipping it? You don’t know, and you don’t particularly care either – you just need.

Insatiable little slut.

You are, and that isn’t even the worst of it.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whisper, tugging at your bindings as you struggle to reach him, to touch. “Please, Yoongi, please—”

“So soon?” Yoongi’s perched at the end of your bed, resting his cheek on his knee as he watches you, watches how you reach for him so pleadingly, so beautifully with a flush high on your cheeks. Watches your lips tremble as they shape around his name. “I didn’t think you’d have it in you. You really have no shame, do you?”

All too suddenly, he’s straddling your hips, pinning your throat to the mattress as he leans in close – achingly close to kissing you, so close – only to brush his lips over the lobe of your ear. “Going so far as to beg for another man while your husband lies beside you. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

You tremble in his grasp as he increases the pressure around your neck and your pussy throbs, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as darkness steeps into your vision. You embrace it wholly, but it’s all too much, and he hasn’t even touched you – hasn’t even let you feel his cool fingers against your heated folds yet.

“Have you even heard a single word I’ve said?” Yoongi’s saying as you gasp desperately for air, unable to summon a response. “Ah, your poor husband – he isn’t even awake to see his wife getting fucked by the very man he hates.”

He smiles sharply, then, and it’s a terrible thing – cruel and sharp – but all it does is make you want. Perhaps, weeks ago, you would have felt nothing but guilt for betraying he who lies beside you, but you can’t think of anyone beyond the god pinning you down.

“Mm, he shouldn’t have drunk so much, don’t you agree?” Yoongi murmurs, smirking down at you; both of you know he wasn’t drunk. It was you who mixed sleeping powder into his tea, after all. “Maybe he could have stopped me from making you mine.”

You’re already his, though.

“Tonight, I’ll take you back with me,” he purrs, enchanting, compelling. Your heart races from the sheer anticipation, eyes growing wide at what he implies. “I’ll fuck you into the mattress and drag you to my chambers while you still drip with my cum. And your dear husband won’t know until it’s too late.”

It is too late.

His lips press against your throat as he murmurs, “You’re already my perfect little whore.”

“Yes,” you gasp desperately as he bites down into your skin so deep – deep enough to break your skin and stain his lips red – as he finally presses his fingers into you, two at once. He doesn’t need to prepare you any further – he’s acquainted himself with your sweet little pussy over the weeks, after all – but he loves the power he holds over you, reducing you to nothing more than a hole to fuck with just his fingers.

He rules over you; your body, your mind, your soul – and you can’t escape him. You don’t want to.

He doesn’t need to ask; you can read the look in his eyes, thighs parting for him easily as he fucks you on his fingers, makes you squirm and gasp and moan in your bed. As he tilts your head to the side so you can see your husband’s sleeping visage as Yoongi slides into you, stretching your tight little hole as it accepts him.

“Greedy, greedy,” he tuts as you can your hips upward to take in more of him, smiling amusedly at you as you crane your neck for a kiss. “You know the rules, slut.”

You do. It’s the only boundary he’s ever set – he can choke you as much as he wants, on his cock or otherwise. He can play with your pussy until it’s raw and sensitive, he can fuck your throat until it aches, can fuck you right beside your own husband—

But he won’t ever kiss you. Won’t ever let your lips touch his, for all you’ve been aching for it. His eyes glimmer at every attempt, lips curving almost sweetly at you as he denies you again and again. And, pathetic as it makes you feel, you’re still drawn to him, helpless.

But you revel in the helplessness. He makes you.

“Moan as loud as you need,” Yoongi chuckles mirthfully, eyes roving over your face and taking in the flickers of pleasure that flit across it. Your wrists sting from how hard you’ve been tugging at them, wanting to touch, needing it. “He deserves to hear how good I’m making you feel right now.”

You clench tighter around him at the thought, eyes tracing helplessly over your husband’s features as Yoongi folds your legs back to your chest, making you feel so small as he bears his weight on you, fucking into you with sharp thrusts.

Your vision blanks out when he rolls his hips just right and you can’t hold back your voice any longer, sobbing out in pleasure as he locks onto his target and makes sure to let his cock strike at that perfect angle. It makes your hands tremble with the effort not to scrabble against each other as you’re forced to stay still; forced to accept whatever he chooses to do with you.

And, terrible as it may be, it makes you burn.

“You know what to do,” he smirks down at you, pleased at how you tremble for him, sing for him. He loves how needy you get, the closer you are to your release – loves that he can command you to do what he wants with the crook of his fingers. And when you’re like this, drunk on lust, on the pleasure he bestows upon you, there’s nothing you wouldn��t do for him.

And that includes tearing your pride to tatters with your own two hands.

“Please,” you beg shamelessly, unable to stop yourself; you need it so bad. Already, you squeeze around the god’s – around your god’s – cock at the thought of being fucked full of his cum, feeling his warmth in you. “Please, fill me up – need to cum, please, f-fuck!”

Yoongi smiles down at you, and the sight is nearly enough to have you cum on the spot – and he knows it. He knows how much you love that look on his face; the tiniest curve of his lips that belies his true fondness, his possessiveness. You’re his, in every sense of the word, and he treats you as such.

“You can do better than that, surely.” He chides gently, and you shake your head desperately when he pauses in his thrusts, unable to help the whine that leaves your lips at how empty you feel without him inside you. “I’ve taught you what you need to say; my greedy little whore can speak her mind around me.”

You bite down on your lips to stop a sob from ripping out of your throat, though a single touch is enough to have the tears streaming down your cheeks. You’re shivering from the pleasure, the sparks dancing up your skin from how sensitive you are from having been subject to this god’s whims for so long.

“Please, please, please,” you sob and it’s worth it, seeing the pride on his face as he hears your voice breaking around the words – you’ve put that expression on his face – and it’s more than enough to bolster you on. “Please let me – a-ah – let me feel good p-please, want my pussy fucked nice and full of your cum Y-Yoongi, I—”

You break off, keening when he touches your clit properly, rolling it carelessly between his fingers as he rolls his hips against yours.

“Perfect,” he shivers in visible pleasure at the naked want on your face – it fuels him, makes him feel nothing short of victorious, high on the thrill of claiming his prize so openly. “What a perfect little cockslut – you’ve never felt satisfied with this bastard’s tiny dick anyway, but you have an actual cock to worship from now on, and you like that much better anyway.”

He isn’t asking you – he’s telling you how you feel – but the thought sends a bolt of heat through you and you nod shamelessly at what he says, hips canting upwards so his cock will nudge deeper into you with every thrust. He notices this, of course, but he says nothing – just permits with a curious tilt of his mouth.

“Never needed him anyway,” you say breathlessly, tugging harder at your restraints so you can lean into his touch, run your hands over his perfect form in turn, but you know he won’t let you go – not unless that’s what he wants. “Oh, y-your cock s’all I ever wanted, thank you, thank you, thank you—”

You don’t even realize why you’ve seized up, tears falling down your cheeks as you tremble all over, heated inside out – not until Yoongi chuckles and wipes curiously at the damp skin. “Moved to tears, are we? Did you really want to cum that bad, you little whore?”

And with growing shame you realize that he’s exactly right – you can feel it, the unnatural dampness between your legs – you’ve gone and squirted over him, over a deity. Yoongi can probably pick up on your fear, because his cock twitches inside you – and despite yourself you squeeze hard around him.

“M’sorry,” you slur weakly, wrists falling limp as he reaches out, touches your cheek with inquisitive fingers, runs them over your parted lips. Your head is spinning, and you’re so tired.

He hums noncommittally. “For being such a useless slut for cock? There’s no need to apologize for being yourself, so don’t preoccupy yourself with that.”

“For now—” He leans over and runs a hand over your forehead, through your hair. “Sleep.”

It’s laced with a firm command, and you’ve already lost. Before you can even think to respond, your eyes flutter, slowly falling shut. But, even as your vision blurs, you’re unable look away from him. You’re his, after all.

Your chest rises and falls slowly, a picture of tranquility. He appraises you, dark eyes glinting. Yes. You’ll take wonderfully to your new home. And if you don’t—

Well. 

A few more days spent in his bed will be enough to thoroughly convince you.

written by: midnight

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[nightbts]

through the night | jjk | 07

pairing: jeon jungkook + stylist! reader

word count: 6.5k

genre: fluff, angst + idol! au

parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

author’s note: and that’s the end everyone, thank you so much for everyone who has loved and supported this fic; it was definitely rough at times but I’m glad I was able to finish it! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it :’)

listen to this playlist while reading! 

best of friends. that’s what you and jungkook were. as their stylist for several years now, you and jungkook got along like no other and over time developed a friendship that was special to the two of you. but what happens when an IU collaboration deal, a jealous childhood-best friend and secret feelings get intertwined with the simple life you thought you were living?

Humming one of their recent tracks mindlessly, Jungkook slipped his phone back into his pocket after sending Jimin a quick reply, telling him that he’d be there in the studio in just a couple minutes.

As he walked down the hallway, his eyes momentarily fell upon the staff room, knowing if you were to be found anywhere at this time, it would be there or your office.

But after already taking the long way to walk by your empty office, he knew there would be a good chance of you inside those doors. A slight hesitation in his step, he groaned inwardly as his feet automatically walked towards the staff room. Damn, his weakness.

He didn’t even know what he would say to you if you were there. Hello? How are you? Even the thought of it sounded ridiculous to him.

You had been the one to avoid Jungkook, no explanation given, yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty when he gave you the same treatment. He didn’t like it, not a single bit. Not when it pained him every second to see the distraught look on your face, when he just wanted to have you in his arms and tell you to tell him everything, that’d he be there no matter what.

Finding himself reaching for the doorknob, his grip faltered when he glanced up. Jungkook felt his stomach instantly drop as he looked through the small rectangular glass window on the door, his eyes falling on you and Jiho with your lips connected, as you stood there, pressed against the countertop.

Hands trembling, Jungkook looked down at the floor. He knew he had no right to feel hurt, or jealous, yet there he was feeling those emotions in the worst way possible, his heart twisting uneasily in his chest. Before he could fully comprehend the situation, the door had swung open, causing him to back up several steps. There you stood, face flushed with a flustered look painting your soft features. Yet, the second your eyes landed on him, he watched as all the color drained from your face, your eyes widening in fear.  

“Jungkook.”

“Y/N, I—” Jiho’s voice echoed from behind you, his words trailing when his eyes fell on the figure standing in front of you. Frozen, you watched as Jungkook’s gaze slowly moved behind you, instantly hardening as he let out a small scoff. Just when you were about to say something, Jungkook excused himself, twisting around and walking away.

“Jungkook, wait!”

Jungkook heard your voice yet he didn’t stop, only getting more determined to walk faster. “Jungkook—”, you pleaded when he felt your hand grab his wrist, tugging at his arm, causing him to turn around.  

You looked a mess. A panic-stricken expression clouded your face, eyes wide and ears red. Yet as Jungkook’s eyes trailed down to your slightly swollen red lips, it was like another punch right to his gut.

“Please, hear me out.” you started, “Whatever you saw, that wasn’t what—”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Y/N.” Jungkook answered without looking at you, “It’s none of my business.”

“No, no, please. You’ve got it all wrong.” Grabbing both of his hands, you made him face you. Despite the usual feeling Jungkook got whenever you touched him, this time he only felt anger bubbling inside of him. “I- I know the last couple weeks have been all kinds of messed up, but please just listen to me—!”

“Y/N”, Jungkook cut you off, this time letting his gaze meet yours, “I already said, you don’t need to explain yourself. Why do you? It’s not like we’re in a relationship or something, right?” he laughed bitterly, yet the words felt harsh even on his own tongue.

Your face falls at that as you slowly drop your hands to your sides; there wasn’t a single lie in the words he said, yet you couldn’t help but wince as they cut through you like knives.

“R-right. I just...I don’t want you to get the wrong idea—” you started when you heard him scoff under his breath, “The wrong idea? You sure didn’t seem to have a problem with that for the last couple weeks.”

You took a step back as you watched him squeeze his eyes shut, his fists clenching together at his sides. Jungkook had tried remaining calm, civil at best, despite what he had stumbled upon. But the more you spoke, he couldn’t.

“You gave me no explanation, no warning, no signs, nothing.” he spat with clenched teeth, as the image of Jiho’s lips on yours appeared once again in his mind, “So don’t act like you’re saving me from getting the ‘wrong idea’ right now when that’s what you’ve been giving me for weeks.”

“Jungkook, you don’t know what you’re talking about—” your voice trembled, despite the hint of warning laced within your words.

However, Jungkook barely took notice of it as your words only caused him to chuckle humorlessly, “I don’t know what I’m talking about? What a joke.”

Moving closer to you, he narrowed his eyes at you before spitting, “I had you go from talking to me every day to now barely even sparing me a glance. And guess what’s worse? You only acted that way with me, not with any of the other members or staff. Did you think I wouldn’t notice that and even when I did, that I’d be oka—?!”

“Well, what did you expect?!”

As the question slipped past your lips, Jungkook saw the way your once pleading eyes quickly hardened as you stared down at the ground, biting down on your lip. Staring at you in slight surprise at your sudden outburst, Jungkook’s brows furrowed. But before he could say anything, you spoke again.

“It must be easy for you to forget Jungkook, but it isn’t the same for me,” you spoke harshly. Watching as confusion clouded his features, you chuckled bitterly, “Of course you wouldn’t know what I’m talking about.”

Your heart started to feel heavy in your chest; simply standing in the presence of Jungkook for this long was enough to make you want to cry and yell at the same time. How were you supposed to make him understand, when the things you wanted to tell him were a secret you had held so dearly for years now?

From the second you knew you had fallen for Jungkook, you had a feeling a day like this would come. You weren’t going to be unrealistic, there was no easy way confessing to your world-wide famous best-friend, that you also worked with, that you were in love with them. But you were still foolish; you told yourself you’d find someone else, or that over time reality would strike you again and you’d magically lose feelings, but you should’ve known none of that would ever happen when you had loved the boy standing in front of you with every ounce of your body.

Mustering up the strength you had left, you asked him the question you had been dying to know the answer to since that night, “Did the night at the studio mean nothing to you?”

Jungkook took in a sharp breath.

After a long time, Jungkook looked straight at you. You watched his gaze soften, shifting into something that appeared to be a dangerous mix of sadness and warmth.

“Of course it didn’t Y/N. That night meant everything to me.”

His words should’ve comforted you. His words should’ve had your heart racing in your chest, had your palms sweating like crazy by your side while you would’ve fought the urge to break out into a heartwarming smile.

Instead, all that left your lips was a bitter chuckle.

“Everything to you?” you repeated dryly, “Is that why you went on the show and serenaded and flirted with IU like your life depended on it?”

Pulling harshly at the loose strands of your worn-out sweater, you spoke, voice shaking with every word, “Listen Jungkook. I never asked you for anything. You chose to be my friend. You chose to get close to me. And you chose to act the way you did that night. So, you have no right to be upset when you did all that. You gave me hope, made me feel things I never felt before and then just—” you hiccuped as a lump formed in your throat, “just acted like none of it mattered to you.”

As silence filled the space around you, the tension became so thick one would need a knife to cut through it. What you had said was enough for even a child to understand; you didn’t have to say it directly for Jungkook to know how just how you felt towards him.

Feeling the emotional exhaustion bear down on you, tears pricking the corners of your eyes you finally spoke, your voice much calmer, dangerously still, “I’m leaving. I can’t do this anymore right now.”

Your words seemed to finally jolt Jungkook back into reality. Still in shock from the things you had said, his mind unable to fully comprehend the meaning behind them, you watched as he shot you a frantic look, “No, Y/N, wait—”

You stared at his feet, your throat dry, “No Jungkook. I’m sorry, I’m leaving.”

“Y/N,” he sighs but you raised your hand up to shut him up, as you slowly backed away. Turning around, you came face to face with another person that only caused your head to ache even more. You watched as he gazed at you worriedly, his hands reaching out towards you when you gently pushed him off, “No Jiho, not today. I need to be alone.”

You turn away from both of them, as you walked away, leaving them behind as they stared at your retreating figure. Your hair did a good job of covering your face as you let the tears roll down your cheeks, hoping to lessen the pain and confusion that overwhelmed you.

“It’s okay to cry, Y/N. Just let it all out.” the soft voice comforted you through the laptop speakers. Whimpering, you pulled your knees up to your chest as you cried harder. Several minutes passed before your sobs began to quiet down.

“God, I hate my fucking life.” you cried, as you wiped the tears that had claimed permanent residency on your face during the last couple days, “I knew from the moment I felt something towards him, nothing good was going to happen.”

Sighing, Chungah shifted so that she propped her chin up on her palm, her face bobbing up and down before finally settling in front of the camera. Frowning slightly at the sight of her sister, she said, “Y/N. You know it’s not your fault. It was inevitable.”

“What about Jiho?! That was never supposed to happen!” you groaned in frustration, falling back against the pillow as you stared up at the ceiling.  

Pursing her lips together, she nodded slowly, “While that did come as a surprise to me, it kinda makes sense too. After all, he was your friend for a long time and had stuck through a lot of your shit.”

Narrowing your bloodshot eyes at her, you replied sarcastically, “Thanks. It’s not like I asked for confirmation on how horrible my life was.”

Moaning for the nth time that day, you sniffled, “I just...I thought Jungkook felt the same way you know? Especially since he almost kissed me that one night—”  

“Well, maybe he does.”

You snap your head up to look at your sister, “What?”

She shrugs. “Have you ever consider hearing him out? It’s not like you walked in on him making out with IU, it was a variety show. Doesn’t a shit ton of editing and directing happen to create something that’s desirable for viewers?”

You opened your mouth to retort, however as you let Chungah’s words sink in, you found yourself having nothing to say. Still, the bitterness you felt inside you would take a lot more than some common sense from your sister to leave.

“But then why didn’t he tell me that? Didn’t he think that would hurt me?”

“Y/N. Did you ever think maybe he didn’t know you liked him either? What makes you think he knows to begin with? You aren’t exactly an open book.”

“Are you on his side or mine?” you scowled defensively.

“I’m not on anyone’s side.” She laughs lightly. “I’m just saying, you were the one to ignore him first and he didn’t even know why. And then, he was the one who saw you and Jiho kissing. Now, if Jungkook really did like you, imagine how much he’s hurting.”

Pursing your lips together, you hung your head low as you let out a soft sigh. You knew she was right. Looking back on it, you knew this all along. Yet somewhere in you, the fear of being wrong about Jungkook was far more frightening to you.

“Y/N.” your sister calls you. You look up and meet her eyes through the laptop screen as she gave you a small smile, “I know everything is confusing right now, and things are hard because these are two people who mean a lot to you. But, you are causing yourself and them more pain by ignoring them. Just, try having a normal conversation. Hear each other out. I promise, it’ll clear things up and have you feeling a lot better in the end.”

That night, you had trouble falling asleep. You let yourself scroll through all your social media accounts mindlessly, however without fail you’d see something BTS-related and there he would be, staring at you with his heart-fluttering smile through your iPhone screen. Groaning, you twisted around in your bed, moving towards your nightstand to put your phone away when you heard your phone vibrate.

[12:47] jungkookie: hey, r u awake?

You stared at the notification banner with wide eyes. Contemplating whether to answer him or not, your sister’s advice came into mind; with hesitation, you clicked on it and started typing your response.

[12:47] you: yea can’t sleep for some reason

[12:47] jungkookie: same, me too

Biting down on your lip, you finally sighed before locking your phone, unsure of how to respond. However, before you could put it away, your screen lit up again.

[12:48] jungkookie: can we talk?

[12:48] you: it’s pretty late jungkook... don’t you have a recording tmrw?

[12:48] jungkookie: i'll be okay can i call?

[12:48] you: i don’t think now’s a good time, jungkook

You knew what Chungah said was right, but everything was still fresh for you. You were afraid, that whatever Jungkook might say to you that night—anything really—you’d be too emotional to handle it properly.

You needed time.

[12:48] jungkookie: maybe tomorrow then?  

[12:49] you: i have a lot of meetings tmrw maybe some other time

You watched as the grey typing bubble appeared and disappeared for several minutes after you had sent your last text message. You sat in fear, hoping he would drop it but also couldn’t help but anticipate what he had to say.

[12:50] jungkookie: that’s okay, some other time it is goodnight Y/N

You stared at the text for a while before pressing the lock button, shoving the phone underneath your pillow. Sleep, you needed to sleep.

“One second!”

Holding the iPad closer to your chest, you took in a deep breath as the studio door swung open. Dressed in simple sweats, yet managing to still look effortlessly handsome, you watched as Jungkook pulled his headphones back, so that it was only covering one ear. Gaze resting on you, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Y/N?”

Looking away, you mumbled softly, “I was assigned to discuss styling plans for your upcoming interview regarding the collaboration.”

Eyes glancing back at the digital clock that rested on his desk, he [said], “Right! I forgot about that. Come inside...”

Reaching out, Jungkook held the door back as you quickly slid yourself past him, moving to the opposite side of the room. Closing the door behind you, he turned around to face you.

“We can sit on the couch if you want.” he offered.

Nodding slowly, you made your way over to the navy blue couch which sat  across from his recording equipment. Following you, he sat beside you while still remaining a significant distance away.

You didn’t know whether to feel hurt or relieved.

“So—” you started, clearing your throat as you forced yourself to push your emotions aside and act more professional, “IU’s stylist sent me over what she’s planning on wearing and he suggested that we try to color-coordinate.”

Unlocking your iPad, you opened up your dropbox which was filled with different sketches and samples of outfits you had pre-planned for him. You clicked on the file IU’s stylist had sent you, “This is what she’ll be wearing.”

Jungkook moved in slightly closer to you, as he peered over your hands to see the image you pulled up. Sketches of a pale satin blue sundress appeared on the screen, followed by an image of IU wearing the dress itself.

“Wow, she looks amazing.” he whispered in awe when he suddenly looked up at you, a flustered look spreading across his face, “I-I mean, so would anyone else—”

Ignoring him, despite the pang of jealousy that came with his side comment, your lips pursed into a thin line as you continued to scroll down the files. Jungkook gulped beside you, scolding himself mentally for being an idiot who couldn’t control his thoughts.

“Pants or Jeans?” Jungkook murmured softly, causing you to look at him in surprise.

“Huh?”

Pointing towards the notes you had scribbled in the bottom corner of the page, he said, “You wrote, pants or jeans here. Personally, I think black slacks would work well with this outfit.”

“Ah, that.” you replied, quickly nodding, “I think you’re right too. Here, let me show you some of the sets I had paired.”

Within minutes, the discomfort you had initially felt had worn off as you and Jungkook continued to discuss more about his outfit choices and all the specific technicalities that followed with choosing certain brands than others.

“Honestly, you know I’m not too picky. These aren’t really my style, but I’ll wear what I need to for the interview.” he said to which you laughed slightly, “Jungkook, if we let you dress up in your style, you’d just wear all black.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with that?!” he grinned, flashing you a cheeky smile.

You had missed moments like this. Moments where he would crack jokes with you, give you a playful wink when he made a cheeky statement or smile at you when you could lend him words of encouragement. Moments you had decided you couldn’t handle anymore because of your growing feelings.

But maybe you could return to normalcy; maybe if you tried hard enough, things could be the same.

Shaking your head in amusement, you gave him a knowing look before bringing your attention back to your notes. Circling the option the both of you agreed on, and adding some final notes for alterations, you pressed the lock button.

Looking back up at him, you noticed he was already staring at you, a soft smile resting on his face. Upon being caught, he quickly lowered his gaze, staring down at his hands that were clasped together tightly in his lap.

“I-I should get going now,” you said softly, the tension slowly starting to build up to what it was when you first got here.

“Y-Yea...”  

Giving him a small goodbye, you got up from the couch and made your way towards the door. Watching you from behind, Jungkook had to hold himself from reaching out and grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving him. He should’ve asked you more questions, more details about his outfit, more about the interview itself even though you wouldn’t know the answers to them, just to keep you with him here longer. Instead, he watched as you walked away.

Reaching the door handle, your sister’s words rung through your head, causing you to hesitate. Sighing under your breath, you contemplated turning around or simply leaving. But before you could come to a decision, a voice pulled you out your thoughts.

“Y/N, w-wait...”

Fingertips barely grazing the top of the handle, you stiffened as you heard the couch creak, followed by footsteps moving towards your direction.

“Can we talk?” you heard him ask softly.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you let out a shaky breath before turning around halfway. Jungkook was looking down at your feet, his brows furrowed tightly together as he shifted from one foot to another.

“I just—” he started with a sigh, running his hands through his hair, “The way I said things the other day were really harsh, and I regretted them the moment I said them. I just feel like, there are a lot of things unspoken between us and I just wanna talk—”

“Okay.”

Stopping mid-sentence, Jungkook looked at you in slight surprise, “O-Okay?”

Nodding, you completely turned around so that you were facing him, “Yea, let’s talk. Chungah said I needed to hear you out...” you trailed off, ending with a soft mumble, “Or something like that.”

At that, the corner of Jungkook’s mouth twitched, “Chungah said that? Guess I owe your sister, huh?”

Laughing lightly, silence quickly filled the room soon after, neither of you knowing what to say, or where to even start. Finally, as the tension grew enough to suffocate you, you let out a huge breath, lifting your eyes to meet his, “Jungkook—”

“Wait, before you talk, can I say something first?” he quickly intercepts, his eyes pleading as you gave him a silent nod.

“The things you said the other day had me thinking a lot,” he started, “When you mentioned the night at the dance studio, and then the show with IU, I started thinking about what you were trying to say because in that moment, I was filled with so much pent-up frustration that I didn’t even try to understand. But after I was much calmer, I thought about it and...I think I get it now.” Scratching the back of his neck, you saw what you thought was him blushing as his face flushed a deep shade of red, “A-and, I wanted you to know that I feel the same way too.”

Blinking at him, you stared at him for what seemed like too long before he gave you a flustered look, “I just—I thought about how I felt that night in the dance studio with you and then I thought about all of the other times you made me feel the same way, whether it was when you were by my side during the tour or when you were always supportive of everything I did, everything started to make sense.”

You knew exactly what he was saying, yet you couldn’t believe your own ears. Your hands shook at your sides, as you quickly clutched the material of your skirt in attempts to hide your nervousness from Jungkook.

“W-what made sense?” you asked in a soft whisper. Meeting your gaze, he saw the way you looked at him earnestly, anticipation dripping from your gaze. Chuckling softly, Jungkook stepped closer to you. His hands slowly reached down to yours, removing them from your skirt and enclosing them within his own.

“It made sense that all this time Y/N, I was in love with you.”

You blinked furiously at him, his words causing your heart to beat so loud, you could feel it drumming in your ear. Yet as you stood there staring at him, his eyes suddenly making your knees weaken, the only words you could muster up  were, “W-was?”

Lips parting, Jungkook stared at you before stifling a laugh. The look on his face was enough to break you out of your initial shock; frowning slightly, you gave his shoulder a gentle shove.

“I’m being serious...” you murmured, feeling embarrassed as you looked away.  

Jungkook smiled, almost shyly, before lowering his head and crouching down to match your level, forcing you to meet his gaze yet again.

“Am.” he whispered softly, his brown orbs staring lovingly into yours, “I am in love with you. So damn much.”

Tears pricking the corner of your eyes, you shook your head in disbelief as you felt every neuron in your body explode, a million fireworks going off as you stood there staring at the boy who you loved so much, admit that he loved you back.

Before you could regret anything, you threw your arms around him and pulled him into a hug, your head resting on his chest as you could hear the way his heart thrummed against it.

“Jungkook, I love you so much too.” you finally whispered, laughing lightly through the tears that escaped your eyes.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to him as he held you tighter, his head resting perfectly into the crook of your neck, “I never thought I would hear you say that.”

Pulling away, you gave him a silly look, sniffling, “You’re an idiot. Who wouldn’t love you?”

Laughing softly, Jungkook said with a fond look, “I didn’t care about anyone else, except you Y/N. You were all that mattered to me.”

Feeling a new wave of tears come about, you were about to ask him when he had learned to get all gushy like that when a certain someone came to mind. Noticing the smile on your face had faded, your brows furrowing together, Jungkook looked at you in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

Pressing your lips together, you looked up at him, “I need to explain myself too, Jungkook. That day when you saw me with Jiho—”

“Y/N, it’s alright—.”

“No, it’s not! You deserve to know—”

Pressing a finger to your lips, you closed your mouth as you looked at him with wide eyes. Laughing at the expression on your face, he finally said, “We talked about it. Jiho and I. He told me everything, so don’t worry. You don’t have to explain.”

At that, you blinked at him in surprise, “You and Jiho talked? When?”

“The same day. When you had left us both standing there, I kinda got upset at him but in the end we talked it all out and he told me everything.” Jungkook replied. He remembered the way he had turned to face Jiho as soon as you had left his sight, his gaze blazing with anger at the older man when he suddenly saw Jiho with his head hung low, defeat evident in his eyes. Both of them had sat down in the staff room, the room where just minutes ago Jiho had kissed you, a moment he knew he would regret for his entire life. There, he had told Jungkook everything. From how he knew Jungkook had liked you, how Jiho had loved you for so long and how he didn’t think Jungkook deserved you. But eventually, Jiho had admitted that it was his own selfishness and insecurities which were stopping him from accepting Jungkook.

“Ah, really?” you mumbled. Your eyes fluttered close as a soft sigh evaded your lips. During the time you spent avoiding Jungkook, you had ignored Jiho’s texts and calls too. You felt like the world’s biggest hypocrite.

You felt a hand brush against your cheek, pulling your attention back to the boy who stood before you.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I can’t even imagine how much he’s hurting. But, this isn’t your fault, okay? Just remember that.” Jungkook told you in hopes of reassuring you.

A moment passed before you finally spoke, “I-I just...I wish I had known before. I wish he had told me so I could’ve told him that all my life, he’s always been the older brother figure in my life. The timing of all this is just horrible, you know?”

Pulling you back into your arms, Jungkook rubbed your back softly as you took comfort in his touch. One on hand, the guilt gnawed at you but on the other, you knew this was what your heart had been waiting for all your life.

“Y/N, don’t feel guilty about being happy. We’ll figure this out together, step by step, alright?” Jungkook whispered into your ear. Hearing his words, you felt your heart fill with warmth, the word together causing you to break into a smile as you nodded.

“Yea, together.”

“Jungkook! Where are we going!”

Flailing you arms about, trying to grasp onto something to make sense of where you were, you felt a warm hand slip into yours before Jungkook scolded you in a hushed whisper, “Could you be any louder!? I snuck away from late night practice for this. Hoseok hyung will kill me if he finds out!”

Attempting to roll your eyes underneath the blindfold Jungkook had haphazardly tied across your eyes, you instead chose to pout, whining softly, “Hey, you’re the one who kidnapped me. I just wanna know where we’re going~”

Suddenly, you felt your cheeks squish together, the motion causing you to go still as you felt Jungkook’s hot breath dangerously close to your face. Lips puckered like a fish, you stammered, “J-Jungkook—”

“Stop acting cute or I’ll kiss you, dumbass,” he mumbled softly, his words causing your cheeks to heat up.

Releasing your cheeks, Jungkook grabbed your hand again as you bit down on your lip to prevent yourself from saying anything else. You let Jungkook lead you up a staircase, when you heard the sound of a door creaking open, a sudden gust of wind welcoming you.

“Are we—” you started when you felt Jungkook move behind you, untying the blindfold as the cloth fell from your eyes. Blinking, you let out a soft gasp as you took in the sight in front of you.

“What is all this?” you whispered out loud, as you looked around in awe. You were standing in the rooftop of the BigHit building as the area looked completely different to how it usually does; blankets were spread around with pillows of all sizes everywhere, some even resembling a fort. Beside that laid a mini grilling set, meat and veggies resting on the side as a pack of beer cans sat beside it. String lights were hung from across the area, the soft yellow lights twinkling like stars as the brought a gentle warmth despite the darkness that enveloped the night sky above you.

"D-do you like it?”

Glancing up at Jungkook, you stared at him as he peered down at you nervously, rolling his lips between his teeth. Shaking your head in disbelief, you threw yourself onto Jungkook, your arms wrapping around his neck as you grinned, “Do I like it? This is amazing Jungkook, I absolutely love it!”

You watched as he sighed in immediate relief, his shoulders relaxing as you turned back around to look at the set-up one more time, “Jungkook, why did you do all this, I’m—”

Wrapping his arms from behind you, he rested his head in the crook of your neck as you turned to look at him, his face just mere millimeters away from yours, “I wanted to do something special for you. A surprise first date.”

You raised a brow, before musing, “A date? I didn’t realize we were dating, Jungkook.”

Jungkook suddenly looked flustered, his eyes widening as he broke out into a fit of coughs, nervous laughter spilling past his lips, “I-I, uh, um—”

Stifling a laugh, your hand grasped the collar of his jacket before pulling him down to your level, kissing him right on the cheek. Pulling back, you gave him a playful wink before grinning, “I’m kidding, dumbass.”

Blinking, he watched as you pulled away from his grasp and made your way to the area he had set-up for your date. His fingers slowly grazed the spot on his cheek where you had kissed him, the feeling of your soft lips still stuck in his memory.

“Jungkook, are you coming or not?” he heard you call, as you tried your best not to laugh at the flushed look on his face, despite having your own heart race as your lips tingled.

//

After you and Jungkook had eaten every last ounce of meat, even playing an endless round of rock-paper-scissors to see who would get the last piece, (Jungkook won, but still ended up feeding it to you. “It’s called true love,” he grinned cheekily.) the both of you were finally full and were now resting against the mountain of soft pillows around you as you overlooked the bustling nightlife beneath you. 

Cracking open a beer can, Jungkook handed it to you as you gave him a small thank you, before taking a sip, the cold liquid rushing down your throat.

“Mm, that’s good stuff,” you hummed in appreciation, quickly taking another sip as the bittersweet taste fills your mouth. 

“Slow down there, I don’t want you getting drunk that fast.”

“Why, you planning on doing something?” you teased boldly, not knowing where this surge of confidence within you came from. Rolling his eyes in amusement, Jungkook simply moved closer to you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his side, allowing you to naturally rest your head on his chest, his own resting atop your head.

Snuggling closer into his touch, you let out a sigh of content before you finally said, “You know? This reminds me of the time you called me to drink with you on the rooftop of your old dormitory.”

“Hmm, really?” 

“I remember saying some really dangerous things back then when I was drunk,” you chuckled softly, “I’m pretty sure I asked you back then if you liked me.”

Taking another sip, Jungkook’s brows quirked, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement, “You did? Wow, what did I say?”

“You didn’t hear me,” you replied with a snort looking back on the memory, “And then I caught myself, so I quickly changed the question to ask you whether you had ever liked someone.”

Shaking his head, Jungkook laughed, “Of course you did that. Imagine if you had actually answered me Y/N, you could’ve saved us several years.”

At that, the smile on your lips fell. Removing yourself from him, you turned to stare at him with wide eyes, “W-what?”

His brows knitted together in confusion as he took in your shocked appearance, “What? What happened?”

“What do you mean by I could’ve saved us several years?” you repeated slowly, your gaze unwavering while Jungkook blinked, before you saw his lips curve upwards into a smile.

“Y/N,” he started, his eyes softening. The way he looked at you reminded you of when he had told you he loved you, your heart fluttering at the memory. Jungkook gently tucked the stray strands that fell out of your ponytail back behind your ear, before he whispered softly, “Did you think I only started loving you recently?”

You blinked once. Twice. Until his words seeped into your brain. 

“W-hat?” you stammered. The bold character you played so confidently seemed to fall apart as you stared at the boy in front of you, his gentle gaze making you feel something almost indescribable. 

Jungkook’s hand was now cupping your cheeks, as his fingers gently brushed against your cheekbone, “I didn’t know it at first. I always thought we were just really close, nothing more than best-friends. But later I realized—” he chuckled softly, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it himself, “—I realized that, all this time, what I felt towards you had always been love. I’ve loved you since the beginning Y/N...” 

“Jungkook.” you whispered with a soft smile, tears shimmering in your eyes.

As his name left your lips, Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze once again, your cheeks flaring up in response. Just as he started moving closer, your eyes began to flutter close when you felt his hands graze yours, before he carefully removed the beer can from your hand, setting it aside. Glancing at it in slight confusion, you blinked curiously at Jungkook when suddenly you felt a pair of gentle, warm lips meet your own. 

Lingering for only a little while, it was enough to have you chasing as you immediately pulled Jungkook’s neck back towards you so that you could kiss him again, your chest bursting with a feeling you had never knew existed. The softness of his lips enveloped yours as they gently, lovingly glided across your own, his hands trailing down to your waist as he pulled you flush against him.

Losing your balance, before you knew it you had fallen against Jungkook, pushing him back as the both of you fell against the pillows around you. Pulling away with a soft chuckle, your foreheads were touching as you felt completely breathless, a shaky breath escaping his own lips as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours, sparkling like the stars above. 

Leaning back in, he pressed a soft kiss to your nose, and then your forehead, his touch sending flutters down your spine. Finally, Jungkook pulled you into a hug, and you basked in the warmth of his body as you hummed in content. You thought you could probably stay like this forever, and if time decided to stop at this exact moment, you’d be fine to be in this exact position, under the stars with the boy you had loved so much. It was crazy to think how long you had dreamed of this, to be able to hold him, kiss him and call him yours. Yet, before you knew it there you were, living it all. 

“I don’t wanna leave. Can we just stay here?” Jungkook murmurs, arms tightening, “like, all night?” 

Chuckling, you leaned back and rested your arms on his chest, “You know we can’t, Hoseok would kill you.”

Even though he knew you were right, instead Jungkook chose to purse his lips together into a pout. Laughing, you brought your hands up to his cheeks and pinched them lovingly, cooing as he simply batted your hands away, whining softly. The both of you burst into soft giggles as you gently brought his face back to yours, hoping to continue where you left off. 

Bang!

Freezing in the position you were in, Jungkook and you turned around abruptly as you saw the rooftop door swing open, slamming the wall behind it, the sound echoing in your eyes. Your eyes widened as they fell upon a figure standing at the entrance,

"Shit.” Jungkook murmured, while you ducked your head back into Jungkook’s chest, your face flushing in embarrassment. 

Hoseok crossed his arms across his chest disapprovingly, despite the hint of amusement that played across his lips. 

“Jeon Jungkook!” 

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[restlessmaknae]

sunshine through the clouds

When Taehyun is having a bad day, and you’re trying your best to be there for him.

♦ Characters: best friend!Taehyun x reader/you

♦ Genre: slice of life, fluff

♦ Words: 1k

♦ Warning: -

♦ A/N: Inspired by Lepani’s Wait To Wake Me Up which was recommended by Taehyun himself during one of his vlives. ✨

♦ This story is a part of ‘my cassette player’, a song-inspired TXT series. The stories aren’t connected, they can be read separately. 💖 Click here to be added to the TAGLIST and to let me know about your fic preferences. 💖

This wasn’t the best day of Taehyun’s life, and you could feel that from the moment he stepped into the flat.

Being his best friend ever since you had been toddlers meant that you could detect his mood well, especially because he was the kind of person who reacted to everything you said or did quite apparently. He was so attentive and looked at anyone who was speaking, paying his full attention whenever someone was talking to him, let it be just a cashier or his mother.

At first, you assumed that it was merely out of politeness as he was and had always been a particularly well-mannered boy, but being old and observant enough, you realized that it was because he was so keen on showcasing that he was listening. One thing you especially liked about him was when his lips were slightly parted as he was listening to someone. He probably didn’t even realize that he did so, but you found it adorable. It just showed how focused he was.

So for him to enter the flat with a very quiet hello and fidgeting with the keys after closing the door was quite unheard of. You had been living together ever since starting university because you had both left home and applied for the same university hundreds of miles away from your families and from the roots of your friendship. It was pretty easy to live with him because he was diligent in the shared household chores and there was no fighting over food or leftovers. Whenever you ran out of something, there was always a new one almost immediately, and whenever either of you ordered food or cooked something, there was always something to share.

It had been an absolute dream living with him even after graduation - something that you had unnecessarily worried about back in high school even though you had known Taehyun could make it and he had believed in you just as much -, so you couldn’t complain. Having casual movie nights without having to take a 30-minute bus ride and just hopping into each other’s room to say something without using kakaotalk was absolutely amazing.

Yet, there were ups and downs to everything and it applied to living together and having bad days together.

“Rough day?” You peaked out from behind your room’s half-closed door to look into the hallway, finding Taehyun there absent-mindedly ruffling his chestnut-brown locks.

He was so lost in thought that he caught sight of you only when he was about to walk past your door.

“Sorry... Did you ask something?” he inquired as he caught sight of your worried expression and halted his steps. You opened your door wide, walking to the doorframe and leaning against it, so that you could be closer to him.

“I’ve just asked if you had a rough day,” you repeated gently because you could literally hear from just his voice how weary he was.

Taehyun ran a hair through his thick locks as he was about to answer, and since he was the type to not take his time until a response, you could tell something was off.

“Yeah. Just had a bit of an argument during a group work and being called a pushover for wanting to finish the project by the deadline,” he replied as he let out a heavy sigh.

Your temper immediately kicked in, and you were nowhere near calm when you spoke up. Not just because he was your best friend, but also because you knew how hard he worked, and it hurt you to know that others not only not appreciated it, but had the nerve to criticise him.

“What? Are they serious? They’re calling you a pushover because you want to do the project in time? Are they nuts? Why did they even go to university if they just want to play around? How did they even get there if they can’t do stuff by the deadline?” You raised your voice unintentionally, placing your hands on your hips.

Despite your very much shaken up state, Taehyun’s lips curled upwards, and you were so shocked to see that that you didn’t even know what to say, but he read your body language and answered himself.

“You’re funny when you get angry,” he pointed out, still smiling, and you let your rage melt with his toothy smile. There was just something very uplifting about this smile of his that always helped to put your heart and mind at ease.

As your frustration started to dissolve, you wanted to focus on getting him out of his gloomy state, so you tried to come up with a way to let off some steam.

“Do you want to watch a movie maybe?” You suggested with a smile, hopefully convincing enough for him. You didn’t have much left from your own assignment due the weekend. Plus, it was a best friend emergency, you wanted to lighten up his mood after his shitty group project members, and you didn’t want to care about anything else.

“Sounds good.” He nodded to your words, and added with a bit more spirit. “We can also order cheese tteokbokki.”

“I’ve waited for you to say that.” You chuckled, knowing his love for the said food, and he smiled back at you, and you knew that maybe he wasn’t alright immediately, but he let you in, and didn’t close off.

As his best friend, you really couldn’t wish for more, thus you made your way to your shared living room, ordered some gooey, hearty cheese tteokbokki, and put on some comedy, and when Taehyun started roasting the reality of the scenes, you knew that he was doing better. That was more like him than a long face.

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[moonbelt]

»worth the wait

↳ soulmates au | somewhat bootleg coffeeshop au

pairing » jeon jungkook | reader

genre » soft angst + fluff + sexual themes

word count » 9.280

» on Earth V12 everyone is born with half of their emotions – the other half is safely kept within the soul of their soulmate. however, its been a few wee years and it’s safe to say that you don’t have one. or at least you dont think so. but the universe cant possibly hate you so much as to leave you without your emotions for the rest of your life, or can it?

authors note » yeah yeah, it’s been a while. but soulmate aus are literally the only thing that give me joy and hope about love so.... hope you enjoy it!

The doctor at the local health clinic tells you that there's no use in holding out for a soulmate. Giving up is the best way to ensure less heartbreak, she diagnosed. It’s much better that way.

You've already passed the age criteria to find one, she said. Typically, a year or two after nineteen is the maximum time it takes for you to find the one, she'd told you with a tone of neutral candor. Your doctor probably felt sad – pitiful almost, at that fact. But she was careful to not let it show. That although there was nothing biologically wrong with you, the hard-cold truth remains that you can't feel what she does, what other seven billion people in the world feel — emotions. Or at least a subset of them.

To emote, you believe, is a privilege that not everyone receives. However, history and biology books taught you, just like it did to everyone else on Earth V12, that once you came of age you earn that right. That once the universe believes you've merited it, you get to experience the wild, wide and boisterous range of emotions.

You've read about it. Oh, how much you've read. Huddled and bundled up in thousands of blankets on the window seat in your bedroom back at your family home. Even now in university, in between study breaks and long hours of researching on metaphysics. You read to feel but you don't know exactly what you should be feeling. You read to understand, to know the differences between being sad and being upset. Am I sad that the Universe has decided I'm not worthy of a soulmate? Or am I upset that I believe I need a soulmate to begin with? You don't know. Like a thousand other things that simply just do not make any sense.

They told you not to worry. After all, everyone has a soulmate. It's unfathomable to believe otherwise. That's just the way things are. The way things have always been. The beginning and the end.

You watched, a little wide-eyed, disoriented and mystified as your closest friend and associate, Taehyung, became a different person in the five seconds after he met his soulmate, Eden. It was like a dam had been bust open right before your very eyes. It's a little hard to explain, even now that it's been a couple of years, you'd never quite seen anything like it.

The books say that eons ago gods, back in the time when they walked amongst us, granted wishes. But they also took gifts away. And one day when a fight broke out between two demigod children which resulted in one of them dying, the Sun god came down from his place on high and decided with a few other gods that the human emotions within us — the ones that spark hate and contempt and love and weakness — were to blame. Emotions, the god argued, did not play into reasoning or knowledge. And hence they needed to be earned back. Or at the very least, we needed to recognize their value.

But he couldn't just hoist billions worth of people's emotions into thin air. Instead, what he stripped from one he placed in another. The very essence of soulmates. By splitting the emotions people carry and making them search for The One with their other half, the god decreed that he had made the most beautiful creation. The Sun god ruled this as a magnificent feat, tooting his own horn about his generosity to break humans apart.

To take something apart and then put it back together again, just as you found it — perfect in all its nature, is something you long for. Something you yearn to understand. How is it possible to place jagged pieces back together and get something so phenomenal in return? To get something whole?

To experience Love the way the novels and books you devour describe it. To feel that Sadness that can cause people to cry rivers. You want to know this whole other world that everyone seems to get but you. You have Apathy — loads of it. You understand what it's like to be Disinterested; very much so. Frightened and Scared, you know. However, Hope and Serenity, you do not.

It's a struggle because it makes you insensitive. You simply can't understand what others are going through if you've never had an inkling to what they feel. And you have no idea what to say to comfort them because everything you say comes out wrong, everything you try to emote comes out forced and makes you feel like a bad liar.

"I just don't get why anyone would do that, you know?" Taehyung sighs loudly and over-dramatically before he takes a sip of his macchiato. "Like I hate when people take my stuff without asking. It makes me absolutely livid."

Eden nods in agreement. "It's the principle of the thing."

"Exactly!" Taehyung cries out in joy of being understood. Of being related to. "I swear I can't wait to move out and get a place with you. Everyone in that frat drives me up the fucking wall."

An odd third-wheel is what you feel like. So out of place next to your friends that you've known for years. You don't quite get why Taehyung is so mad at his frat brothers for borrowing his stuff, typically if he told them not to, they wouldn't. That's just how communication works. But nah, Taehyung is livid. And Eden agrees. He’s been livid before too.

"You could always tell your roommate to not touch your stuff," you say, interrupting Eden and Taehyung as they throw around other instances when people took their shit without asking. "I would do that."

Taehyung rolls his eyes, not in a condescending way like the other people in your university, but it still very much rubs your spine the wrong way. "The thing is; I have told him. Repeatedly. He’s got like, I don’t know, cement filled in his ears or something. He never listens."

Every soulmate pair is different in their mannerisms and the way they flow into each other. For Taehyung and Eden, it's like they complement each other and always have to add on to what the other says. Like a sign that they are there, and they've got their back. You guess it's adorable, in the same way little cats pawing at your ankles is adorable.

"It's like common decency," Eden tries to explain, his mop of ashy-white hair haunting over his eyes. "People generally just don't like other people touching their shit without permission."

And see, this is where your problem lies. You understand the principle of the act; you understand why someone would get theoretically mad at it. It's an inconvenience at best and rude at worst. But is it worth getting absolutely angry over? You're not sure. You're not even sure how someone can get angry with it. That's the big distinction between the people with soulmates and the people without.

Taehyung looks at you with pity swimming in his light brown irises and smiles. But it's without humor, without the type of light he reserves for Eden, without feeling. "Oh, you just don't understand."

There was a time when you understood your friend and he understood you. There was a time that both of you scoffed at the imperfections of the soulmate enigmatic system. And for a moment it leaves you in a state of disarray with how far he has evolved from you. How different the two of you have become.

You spend the rest of the hour focused on your hot chocolate and reading your Mythology and Folklores That Absolutely, Factually, Most-Definitely Happened book. You leave Eden and Taehyung to discuss whatever it is they discuss about. You so clearly can't simply understand what they go through, it makes no sense to dawdle in their conversations then.

It's the last week before the university closes for winter break but the snow has been piling up for months now. Hanging out at cafes felt like a good idea at the time, what's not to like about baked goods and the smell of heady caffeine? But now you wish you'd never come at all. Or at the very least, that you'd come alone.

So, when Taehyung and Eden start packing up – they have work to get to – you don't budge. You look them in the eye and tell them that spending a few more hours in the cafe sounds like something you're craving. It's been a while since you left your apartment for something other than school and volunteering.

Taehyung scrunches his nose and pouts his lips. "You're coming out to the party tonight though, right? It's the last one before break and it's time you had some fun. Today is your birthday, after all. Maybe you'll find—"

Before he can finish that sentence, you force a grin onto your face and a pep into your voice to try and drag him off that course. You're desperately tired of remembering your own birthday. Nothing good ever comes out of it. And you doubt the ripe old age of twenty-one would do anything different. "Don't worry, I'll be there. Your fraternity is the one hosting, yes?"

He nods his head as he slings his messenger bag across his shoulder. "Yeah. Don't be late, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you guys then." You long for them to go already and leave you to your lonesome. You have a very interesting book to get back to. "Bye Eden, have fun in the studio." You wave them off on their way out and hope to the gods that they do not drag this outing any longer.

Once they are gone and the chatter around you falls into a nice subliminal background noise, you peel open the pages of the myth and folklore book and begin to read again.

Ah, yes, the Sun god. The creator of soulmates and the one that cursed all humanity. You wonder now if the god regrets his decision. What about the people like you? The ones that seemingly never find that other half. Are you just supposed to swagger through life with one leg oddly bent? Did the god merely not give a flying crow-shit? How come it was so easy for Eden and Taehyung to find each other whereas it's become exponentially hard for you? Are you not worthy of your own emotions? Are you not worthy to experience that all-encompassing love? Is it simply just an haute club that you could never even dream of barging into?

You sigh and lean back in your chair. The book gives you more questions than it does answers. In fact, it barely gives you any solutions. All it does is relay what happened ages upon ages ago in hopes you will understand. But you don't. These days it feels like you don't understand a thing.

You were meant to have found your half exactly three years ago and nothing of that sort has even thought of happening. Sometimes you feel little bursts, like your half was feeling so much intense emotions that it filtered through the cracks into your side. But nothing to write home about. It leaves you with a lingering sense of hoping for something… more.

Maybe it's because you're not paying attention — after all, you're too busy lamenting on your disproportionate life — that you don't notice the chime of the bell as the café door is pulled open. You don't notice the swells of oohs and ahhs that erupt from the shops teenage companions like they've witnessed the second coming of a god, or better yet some YouStreamer.

You do not notice the slow, creeping feeling of madness that is seeping into your bones. No, you could never notice that when it feels one and a part of you. You don't notice anything really, not until a voice above you lets out a sound of admiration and awe all laced into one exhale.

"Oh," the voice says. "That's a good book."

Your body isn't made to be twisted around but you do it anyway. Testing the limits of how far it will go. And when you crash into deep, soulful brown eyes that look to you like they hold all of the world's greatest mysteries, you freeze. And even though you know time is a theoretical construct and there's no way to actually stop the passing of it, you believe that in this tiny secluded café, time with all its boundaries, halts.

Academically, you know this isn't true. The world still turns, and as much as you wish it, it does not revolve around you. The snow still falls softly to the ground outside, the graceful music pumping through the coffeeshop's stereo is still playing. Nothing truly stops, but something inside of you does.

It takes all you can give to break forth from the haze cast upon you to speak. Speak, dammit! But you're in awe, mesmerized by a sight you've never sensed so well before. You've met countless people, some conventionally attractive, others more idiosyncratically beautiful but none have made you feel like this.

Taehyung describes attraction as something that is either there or it is not. The books describe attraction as a feeling that can make you desire somebody. You've never felt attraction, not like this. You've felt the vague need to be intimate with another but never like this. Like you crave something – someone – you don’t even know.

The person is tall with hard, crystal cut angles and visible confidence. It's with the way he holds himself like he knows his place in the world. Like he never has to question it. It draws you in. Makes you examine him thoroughly from the tip of his fluffy black hair to the heel of his patent leather boots.

He cocks an eyebrow and for a shy of a second, you are highly embarrassed by the fact that you've spent gods-knows how many moments just ogling him. You never ogle. You've quite literally never ogled in your life… until now that is.

You clear your throat and attempt to come off as blasé. Which is hard considering the awkward positioning of your body and the rigorous pounding of your heart in its cage. "It's not a good book. It's a great one. Probably why I read it so much."

"Debating the existence of the old gods, are we?" His voice is laced intrinsically with mirth and amusement.

"More like debating the existence of my life, really."

He chuckles, a sound that fills all the jagged crevices of your soul and body. He moves and you do the same, shifting from your oddly angled position to look at him better. You don't really know how to explain it, this feeling coursing through your veins. Like you know everything there is to know about him, even though you clearly have never met him before.

You clear your throat and will your mind to stop. This is honestly atrocious, outrageous and, frankly disconcerting. It feels like some random spaz has possessed your body and is making you mewl and purr like some damn cat on the street.

"I'm Jungkook, by the way," he finally says when you find the courage to look back up at him. You respond with your name, pronouncing the syllables clear enough so that he doesn't mess it up. But he gets it. And then he tries the name aloud, twisting it around on his tongue. "It is a good day to question our existence, isn't it, __?"

You smile up at him, a different smile from the one you gave Taehyung and Eden earlier. This one comes easily, and it tilts the corners of your lips without feeling faux and fraud-like. You don't even have to try.

"Depends," you say. "Do you consider a cold as shit day in the middle of Winter to be a good day?"

The tips of his lips upturn into an uncanny lopsided grin. One that feels like he's withholding more than he lets on. "A little."

The line in front of him moves and you find yourself watching the way his body propels forward almost gracefully to order a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and extra salted caramel drizzle. It's then that you turn your head back to your table and busy yourself with fiddling with your fingers.

You feel something nudging your chest as if begging you to listen for a hiss in the wind – of a window or door being carefully opened. But you push that away. You have no idea what it means. And now, you're too busy focused with reeling your cheeks back to a substandard level of hot. You're not sure why basic communication with this dude has you channeling the same emotes as one of the schoolgirl children in the movies you watched when you were younger. You're an adult for seven heaven's sake. You are better than this!

Your cheeks and your ears do not agree. Instead, they inflame themselves hotter than ever. What is it about Jungkook that has you willing to sell a piece of your soul just to talk to him? You've never felt like this. Like nothing you say could surprise him, mind the fact that you just met him.

This time you are aware when he strides over to the seat that had Taehyung had previously occupied. You look up at him, into those deep russet eyes that hold flecks of something so beautiful and then you feel it. The magnetic pull of someone enigmatic. Someone that holds simply more. Maybe not for others, but to you.

His backpack loosens around his shoulders and his veiny hands clutch the Styrofoam cup with an ardent need as he speaks. "Would you mind if I sit here?"

Normally you would be repulsed by the question. What would ever possess someone that you don't know to act so familiar? But you don’t think as you motion for him to take it. After all, it wouldn’t feel right to just send him away. There’s a thin thread tangling and stretching between the two of you and you would be damned if you cut it on your own accord.

Jungkook finds himself lowering his body nimbly into the chair in front of you. And then you find yourself discussing more with Jungkook than you’ve spoken with anyone else in years. It feels relaxing — freeing. But also like a cruel joke from the Sun god. Here’s someone that makes you feel somewhat whole but there’s no indication that the two of you are even meant to be. How sad.

He talks as if his mind has no filters; effortlessly switching between topics. Do you play any sports? Piano is about as rigorous an exercise as you can handle and Jungkook laughs as he tells you that he’s Vice-Captain of the Baseball team, although now they’re not participating in any tournaments. The air in your lungs turns frigid when you ask if he attends the same university as you and then the air is goddamn stolen from your lungs when he responds with a yes.

“No way,” you cry. “I would have seen you on campus.”

Jungkook sends you a lazy grin. “You would’ve but I doubt you take your head out of your books often.”

You concede. “Okay… maybe a little. But still, isn’t our school defending champions or something? I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of the team doing well before, just not you in particular.”

“Ah, I get it. I’m not popular enough.” He jokes. “Perhaps I need to print out a flyer of my face and paste it around school?”

“That’d be fun. There’s no way I’d miss you then.”

He laughs, a loud sound that expands the more seconds pass. He laughs as though you’re the funniest person in the room, which you doubt. But you laugh along too.

“So, what do you do for fun?” Jungkook asks.

“Other than the obvious reading and playing the piano?” You tilt your head to the side and scratch the nape of your neck before you continue on. “Well, I’m studying Metaphysics and researching the fundamentals of soulmates. Why some find theirs and why others don’t.”

“That’s fun?”

You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips, but you refuse to apologize for your interests. “To me. I guess it just helps me understand.”

Jungkook seems to soak in your answer, his eyes drifting from your eyes to the top of your head, down to your gray turtleneck and glitzy star-shaped earrings. And you take your time to truly examine his face. How perfectly in line his nose is with the rest of his bone structure. How perfectly his jaw and cheekbones accentuate his physical beauty. And how for some reason he reminds you of what you believe the children of gods looked back when demigods were a thing. His face makes you think regal and heavenly all at once.

“What’s your theory?” Jungkook finally breaks you out of your ogle match.

“My what?”

“Theory,” he repeats. “On why some find their other half and others don’t.”

You bite your lip. Not sure if what you say might offend him. There’s no sign that he has found his soulmate or not and you don’t want to be increasingly insensitive. You do not want to hear another ‘Oh, you just don’t understand.’ Especially not out of his lips. You reckon you won’t be able to bear it. At least not today.

“It’s simple, I guess. It all boils down to has the person merited it? Earned it? The Sun god split us apart because he believed we needed to find the value in our feelings. I guess the ones without soulmates simply haven’t attained that understanding yet.”

Jungkook frowns and your heart thrusts itself into a deep panic. See, now you’ve gone and done it. This is why you hate talking, hate speaking. You ruin people’s moods (much like you do your own) without a second thought and honestly, now that you think about it. This must be why you have yet to find your one. You barely understand the emotions you do have; how can you possibly comprehend others?

After a minute or maybe three, Jungkook takes a big sip out of his drink before he focuses his attention back on you and you feel yourself burning. A light excavating through the muggy mess that is your mind.

“Have you merited it? The other half of your feelings, I mean.”

Is he asking you if you’ve found your soulmate?

“No. Not yet.”

“Oh.” Is all he says but you hear the unsaid meanings. “Personally, I think the god did something terrible by rupturing us apart. What good has it really done anyone?”

You don’t answer. Not only because you don’t have a good response but also because the topic of soulmates has you on edge already. Someone like Jungkook obviously has all his emotions and has found his half, you think. You doubt the two of you are even on the same wavelength on the matter. So, instead of answering you change the direction of the conversation to him and his collegiate baseball career.

And everything after that clusters into a ball of yeses. When he asks you for your number, when he asks you if you’ve heard of Beta Tau Sigma, and subsequently when he invites you to Beta Tau Sigma’s end of the year party later today even though you already promised Taehyung you’d be there.

Suddenly, you wonder if Jungkook and Taehyung are friends, you guess they should be since they are frat brothers, but he never mentioned his name before. So now you wonder if Taehyung has separate friendship circles for those with and without soulmates. You don’t get mad or angry at the thought. But your mood dampens anyway.

“Wanna know what I think?” Jungkook speaks up just as the two of you are packing your stuff from the table. He doesn’t wait for you to say yes; he presses on almost immediately. “There’s no time limit on soulmates. And to believe so is to believe there’s a time limit on life itself. Our whole lives we’ve been told that the old gods exist and that the old gods did this and that and blah, blah, blah. But then they tell us that if we don’t find our other half by eighteen, better yet seventeen, there’s something wrong with us?”

Jungkook laughs but there’s not a shred of sparkle in it. “Us… the people born out of the happenings of gods? Okay, riddle me this. If we are so clinically incapable of finding our soulmates, then why do we long for them anyways? Why would there be pieces of my very soul that feel so incomplete?”

You’re dumbstruck by him. And again, you feel the little tilt in the wind that sounds to your ears like someone is knocking on a door that you can't see. But this time even though you do not have an answer for him, you force yourself to spit something out.

“If I were to find my soulmate this very second, I’d believe you.”

He smiles down at you, the one where his eyes fold into deep crescent moons and again you think that he’s holding out on you. Holding onto a secret that only he knows. “Won't that be amazing.”

The day goes by without you paying attention to much else. You meet with your philosophy professor on the advancement of your thesis paper even though you have no idea what you want to base the paper on. Almost every relation between soulmates and reality has been explored and at times you find that your professor and you clash on too many issues. You grunt through the meeting, walking on thousands of eggshells before you finally head back to your apartment but once you put your feet up on the couch, you get a text from Taehyung.

TAE » Remember, you promised!!

You » ...

TAE » Don't tell me you've forgotten Beta Tau's party slash your birthday bash? You promised!!! People might start thinking I made you up L

Although you know deep in the deepest crevice of your heart that Taehyung doesn’t mean anything harmful by his statement, it makes you squeamish.

You » What's that supposed to mean? Now I'm the token soulmate-less? Bragging about all my deficiencies to your fraternity brothers that I've never met? Be my guest.

TAE » Oh fuck. You know that's not what I meant __. I'd never do that. I didn't mean for it to come off that way.

But it did.

And you’re not sure where this surge of despondency is coming from. Almost like a switch in your psyche has been flipped. Some part of you acknowledges that earlier today, you would not have read that message as anything but harmless. But the situation has changed. It’s like your body is thrumming with unshed resentment. Resentment at who? You don’t know but Taehyung seems to be on the receiving end of it.

It’s this feeling of deep antipathy that propels you into getting dressed for the damn party. Not the fact that it is your birthday, not the fact that there is a slight possibility of finding your soulmate at the wretched place. No. You get dressed because there would be free booze and people stupid enough to pick a fight with you in your current state. Well, maybe not a real fight. But there’s a thrumming in your veins and you don’t know how to curb it. You’ve never felt anything akin to it before. Oh, and maybe the small huge chance that you’ll see Jungkook again.

By the time you get to the Beta Tau Sigma house lined up on Greek Row you are quite literally ready to burst at the seams. The weather is cold as fucking shit and although it stopped lightly snowing, the breeze has you tightening your hold on your navy jacket. What is up with everyone today and being a major dick to you? First, it was your professor, and then it was your neighbor that stopped you on your way out of your apartment to pity the fact that you hadn’t found someone on your twenty-first birthday.

Fuck off, you almost screamed at her. Leave me the fuck alone and go shag your boyfriend in the back of his termite-ridden Honda!

But you’d smiled through it, bearing the stinging of your cheeks as you stretched them past your limit and fisted your palms so hard that you created crescent shapes into your flesh.

And gods, you’re tired of smiling through it. Tired of being told that you’re not allowed to feel anything other than your predisposed emotes. Exhausted with having to always be passive. Nothing is supposed to hurt you. At least not emotionally. But you feel a swelling in your chest like your heart is about ten beats away from finally asphyxiating itself.

You push through the frat house and find Taehyung almost immediately. And you watch with a hint of simmering hatred as he cracks joke after joke and his brothers and friends laugh and you feel more and more isolated between their world and yours. And then the hatred comes to a boiling point when you catch two lovebirds giggling and making out on the sofa next your foot.

You blink and blink and blink again. Coming here was a bad idea. To be surrounded so much by the one thing you desperately want but can't have. The irritation and animosity that’s been brewing within you transforms into something more solemn. Dimming itself down to a feeling of major disappointment. At yourself, at the world, at the cursed Sun god.

The second you're about to pivot the fuck out of there, a pair of eyes to the side of the room fixes on you and you are stunned into a halt.

His eyes say a thousand things at once and you hear it deep in your soul. His eyes rake over your entire body as if looking for the source of your imminent distress but when he comes up short, his pretty lips squeeze together and form words that you suddenly want to be etched onto your very being.

“You okay?”

No one – and you mean this without irony – has ever asked you that in all seriousness. Not your parents, not your friends, and certainly not you. Your parents try, you guess, they know how hard it is to not have a soulmate, but they found each other early and never had to question themselves. Never had to question the essence of their souls.

And that’s when you feel it; a quiver in your lips. You open your mouth in an attempt to say something – anything – but nothing comes out and you close it, only to repeat the motion with no improvement.

Jungkook crosses the room in long strides and before you know it, he is everywhere around you. All black. Black tee-shirt, black cargo pants, black sneakers. You didn’t realize how big he was before but now that you have, you can un-see it. Lean and lithe but strong and sturdy. A walking contradiction. Especially with the light shining from his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks as he puts his hands on your shoulders and centers you.

You hate, absolutely despise, how watery your voice sounds when you say “Nothing. This party is just so lame that I’m feeling a little off.”

The both of you know how bad your lie is but for some reason, he rolls with it. “Yeah? I was thinking the same thing actually. This has to be the worst thing Tae has ever put on and to think he said it’s supposed to be a birthday party. I could do much better.”

And now you feel utterly terrible. You’d been so ready to rip Taehyung a new one, assumed his prejudice against you for what? Awful. You’re so awful as a person that of course, you haven’t earned the right to find the other half of your emotions. Of-fucking-course.

You’ve never felt so out of your own body before. Who is this impostor that has possessed you and when can you get your body and appropriate feelings back? You need it back before you completely annihilate all your relationships.

“I’m sorry. I don’t usually act like this.”

“Why are you sorry?” He seems genuinely confused.

“I… You probably wanted to have fun with your brothers and all. And here I am just – “

Jungkook squeezes your shoulders hard which forces you to raise your attention from staring at your shoes to gazing at his face. It’s a much-needed distraction from the wobble in your voice and the feeling of cotton in your throat.

“You need some fresh air?” He poses his statement as a question, but you don’t really have a choice in the matter anyway because he slides his warm fingers into yours and although you feel a momentous spark, you let him drag you through the house.

Taehyung notices you then and begins to rush towards you. Perhaps he’s glad that you still came out tonight even though you had a fight with him earlier. Perhaps he’s relieved that you don’t utterly hate him. But you attempt to give him a watery smile that is both apologetic and reassuring, but his eyes fly down to you and Jungkook’s conjoined hands and he pauses.

And it’s not the smile he usually gives you. No. This one closely resembles the ones he reserves for Eden. Like maybe you’ve found your sanctuary. Maybe you’ve come to finally understand.

You scoff at the thought just as Jungkook snatches two Margarita cans from a cooler and pulls you up the stairs and through a hallway that leads to a balcony. When you're outside, he motions for you to take a seat on one of few white benches. Without saying a word, he passes a can to you. You clasp the cold drink between your fingers and revel in the iciness sipping through your flesh.

You've never experienced this feeling of tranquility meshed with a creeping sense of foolhardiness with another person in your life. And you're struggling with how to process it.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jungkook finally breaks the silence, sitting right beside you. The warmth emanating from his body warms you down to your toes and you revel in it.

No. Yes. Fuck. “I don’t know. I’m just being stupid, and it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“I know you're not stupid and it does matter. It matters a lot.”

Great, you think. One more person in the grand universe that you're destined to disappoint. You sigh and stare out at the starless sky. You always hold your feelings in check and rigorously work to not let the few emotions you do have to get the best of you. To not cloud your judgment. But during the course of this whole day, you’ve felt like you're on a ledge. On the precipice between falling and drowning. Like your mind is waging a war against itself.

You are not a crybaby. But even as you think this, you feel wetness at your eyeballs and a stinging in your cheeks, and you blink and blink to try and push it away. But it feels like your body is burning with never before experienced sensations and it scares you. You open your mouth and the choking feeling from before returns, it muddles everything else and you panic. You refuse to cry in front of Jungkook. Not now when you feel so downright weak.

“P-pieces of my –” Against your will your voice cracks. “Pieces of my very soul are so incomplete.”

The corners of your eyes fill up more with tears that you desperately do not want to shed. And it takes everything in you to not raise your hand to swipe the madness away.

Stop! Stop, goddammit! Stop this very instant! You’re above this. Better than this. You didn’t cry when the doctor told you that there was nothing biologically wrong with you, you didn’t cry when your group friends slowly diminished as they found oneness with their partners and others more attuned to them. You didn't cry then, so why are you on the verge of it now of all times and days?

And even though you're trying your damn hardest to not have a full-on breakdown, you feel your body heave and then sniffle. Gods this is so embarrassing. You turn your face away from the sky and instead focus it on the cold can in between your fingers.

You pushed away your feelings until they were stuffed in the darkest parts of your mind and now it seems, they are breaking out without a care in the world about the consequences.

“Remember I told you that my theory has to do with some of us earning the privilege of someone else? I haven't earned it. Heck, I haven't earned anything. I'm passive. I try not to be but investing myself into others has never worked in my favor. All the emotions I do have feel so negative that when I'm around people I can't help but not connect. Because I don't understand half of what they are saying or feeling, and I hate it. I hate it so much.”

You're a piece of work, __, your ex-partners had said. You've dated around before; scavenging for love in uncanny, dim places with people destined to be with others until they finally realized that you were not theirs.

Because everyone eventually did. Realize the oddity of not being empathic. There's something defective about you. You can't seem to find anyone willing to be around you for two weeks talk less of forever. But everyone you'd been with magically happened to find theirs. The stars seem to gravitate away from you like you exude such a power that is so repulsive.

And it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Like hot coal sliding down your spine and marring flesh. But you can't stop your mouth from speaking, the words tearing the edges of your lips with each choked up sound you exhale. "A part of me doesn't care if I don't have a soulmate, I mean, my life shouldn't be dictated by whether or not I have someone tied to my arm. But the other half of me desperately wants it. I get this ridiculous chasm of sadness when I think about every emotion that I can't experience because I'm not worth it. I've never been worth it."

Your throat is burning. Your eyes are burning. Every part of your body is aching madly but Jungkook doesn't say a thing. Your chest begins the act of carving in on itself and if you didn't know any better you would reckon that your heart is cracking into two halves.

Gods, this is pathetic. You feel so pathetic. All your life you've never felt like the world had conspired against you until this very moment. Like the Sun god had taken a special hatred on you and dumped all these folds of resentment into your soul. You wanted to claw it out.

And for some reason you will never understand, you keep going. As if the cracking of your voice and the upheaval of your shoulders wasn't enough, actual tears started to slip and slide down your cheeks.

“Why the fuck does our society bank on soulmates anyways? What's so great about them that everyone acts like if you don't have one you've been done a great disservice? Why me?" A whole bunch of unfiltered anger bursts inside you and propels you from the bench and a graver sniff infiltrates your voice. "Seven billion people on Earth V12 and you would think that I would be able to find someone in this mess of a world but no. I've wasted twenty-one years of my life without knowing anything. Without feeling anything. I can't do it anymore. I don't want to do it anymore. I want to feel something. Anything. I'm tired of being like –”

Oh, seven hells, you feel like you are dying. Decomposing to dust on the balcony of a fraternity house in the middle of winter in your favorite jeans and so-so high-tops.

It feels like every section of your body is withering away. Rotting. Falling apart and there's nothing you can do to stop the trajectory. Tears pool beneath your chin before they cascade into the neck of your shirt. Your lips quiver so badly you're afraid they might never be the same. If this is what sorrow feels like you hope you never experience it again. It makes you feel gutted.

Your vision becomes so blurry that you can barely make out the dark sky in front of you. Can barely even think. And try as you might, the tears just keep rolling.

You’re not sure of when Jungkook stands up but you feel him wrap his arms around you – tentatively, all-encompassing and fully, and rest his chin on the side of your head. He doesn’t say a word, and maybe it’s because he doesn’t need to. You feel him. The budge on the window sill that leads to your soul. You feel him there. But you want him to let go. There are certain things you acutely feel like you do not deserve, and he is one of them.

“Let me go,” your voice sounds like two trains grinding against each other and it makes you pull away from his embrace. But Jungkook’s arms stretch around your torso.

“No.” Is the soft reply that weighs on your ears. His body is warmer than you want it to be because it's making you feel at home.

“I –”

“It’s okay. You can let it out.” In some kind of way, he feels even closer than before. Like he's impressing himself into your lungs. Like he's giving you the very air that you so desperately need to breathe. Like he's forcing you to bloom and he doesn't care if he has to be the one that solely weeds away at all the nonsensicalities in your chest to make sure it happens.

And maybe some part of him just knows that a part of you is desperate to run away from the unknown because he hugs you harder, tighter, and firmer. So much so that now you can't breathe for different reasons. You don’t know what to do so you let him.

“You don’t need to prove your worth to anyone. Not me, not the gods… no one. And –” You make a move to interrupt him but Jungkook cuts himself off. “Do you feel it?” He asks with his torso pressed against yours and your heart syncing along with his.

“Feel what?” You croak out.

“I can't explain it, that’s why I need you to feel it. It’s every around us you have to, I don’t know, listen.”

You don’t want to, but you do it. You squeeze your eyes shut and wrap your fingers around the Jungkook’s shirt and wait. You wait for the madness in your mind to calm down. You wait for the apprehension in your heart to subside. But nothing happens and you feel worse than before.

“Jungkook,” you start.

“Don’t.” You swear you hear a slight tear in his voice. “Just listen.”

Listen, he says, but what are you even listening for? Here you are, miserable than ever and being told to listen. To the universe? Or listen for that goddamn hiss in the wind again? But all you hear is the sniffles that your chest is releasing and the slight exhale of Jungkook’s hot breath against your cheek. And you don’t know how to explain it. But it is then when you are doubtful and least expect to hear – talk less of feeling anything, that you identify it.

And it’s a beautiful thing. Like two halves of a comet melding into each other to crest a dynamic explosion into your very being. Something that lifts the burden weighing down on your heart and helps you to finally breathe. Breathing in through your nose feels better. Feels easier.

The thread you’d felt before in your mind that had been so tangled and messed up that you could barely discern what it was suddenly fizzled, expanded and stretched out and when you feel for the force at the other end of the cord and come in contact with an aura that reminds you so much of the person in front of you, you are shocked. Better yet, surprised.

You don’t know to explain it. Heck, you’ve never experienced such a colorful array of emotions in your life that for a minute or maybe three, it leaves you dazed and disoriented. It feels like your body is in a vacuum and is receiving dangerous sensations at the speed of light.

It’s burning. Oh, how it's burning. It’s burning through every fiber of your existence but unlike before, this burn doesn’t make you want to choke up and die. Instead, it revitalizes you.

“Do you feel it?” Jungkook asks again.

This time you have an answer that you don’t have to scour for.

“I feel it. I feel it so much. I feel it everywhere. I –” you don’t know whether to cry even harder or laugh at the oddity of the situation and that leaves you in an awkward limbo of both. “Oh, gods. It’s you.”

All the haphazard sensations you’ve been feeling all day. The anger – no lividness –at your neighbor, the overwhelming sadness, the uncharted pettiness at Taehyung with a bare minimum reason to be. It all finally starts to make sense. Everything – or at least, all of that – happened after you’d met him. After you’d been exposed to someone akin to a livewire.

This is nothing like the books said. You’d gone your whole life thinking, believing, that when you met your other half, you’d instantaneously know. Like the skies would crack open and some kind of bell would resound. Now you realize how ridiculously absurd that would be, but it had made sense at the time.

Words lose their meaning in an effort to explain what you feel. Your body is being put back together again. Pieces that you hadn’t realized were even missing suddenly fit into each other. You welcome the tingling in your veins and instead of ignoring the sparks igniting beneath your bones, you embrace it. And oh, it is magnificent.

In this loud, beer-infested fraternity house with slovenly college students pushing against each other downstairs and on the day you turn a striking twenty-one, you find someone that the history and biology and mythology books could have never predicted.

Jungkook’s voice is much softer than before. Is that possible? But it is. And he holds you tighter, holding you like you’re unbreakable.

“To me, you're the moon, the sun – the whole fucking galaxy. I’ve always known you existed, and I’ve waited to find you for a long time. I carried your half with me for so long, how could I not? In the depths of my mind and when I really concentrated about it, I could feel you. Somewhere close but sometimes distant. I held out for you… always. So, you’ll forever be worth it. And you don’t need to earn me, you already have me. You’ve always had me.”

The stain of his words etches itself onto your soul and becomes a part and parcel of you. They quiet the chatter of your heart and bring subliminal teardrops to the crooks of your eyes but this time you don’t mind it. How could you ever mind it?

“So, you’ve always known then?” You don’t sniffle or sob and your voice doesn’t pathetically crack. Instead, you maneuver your face away from his chest so you can see his eyes. In the process, your bodies disentangle and you miss his warmth but this is really happening. And you’re desperate.

He smiles. It's blinding in its glory and it blitzes straight into your core. “Always. It's destiny; you and me.”

You and him. Him and you. You like the sound of that.

“Even though we had to wait for so long.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes like he’s tired of you thinking about time as some enormous continuum rather than the now. “We have the rest of our lives to be together. I don’t think knowing you a bit earlier would change that. It is what it is. And even if I had to wait five years, fuck, even ten. I wouldn’t give up. Not on you, __. Not on my other half.” He spits the last words out so vehemently you don’t have the audacity to doubt it. “What we have is more sacred than anything in the world. I’d be stupid to let that go without trying.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“And you’re not unloved by anyone in this world so stop thinking that.”

“I was not –”

He sends you an exasperated look, one that you immediately identify because the bond the two of you have defies all logic. One that says that he knows you. He knows that the tears that sprung to your eyes earlier were not simply because you were overwhelmed by everything in the universe but also because you felt like you had lucked out of the love train. Watching your friends find havens with their other halves and seeing that couple giggle on the couch like it was the end of high school all over again, it made you feel desolate. And Jungkook felt that. Somehow in some way, he knew.

“I love you. I’ve only met you and I know that much. So, what about your friends? Your family? They love you too albeit in different ways than what I'm feeling. But no matter how much the Sun god split us apart, I, you – we – have always known that we were made for each other. So, yes. I love you.”

You’re pretty sure your mind all but blows up into a tiny clusterfuck of a mass because you can’t even hear what Jungkook says next. You’re hyper fixated on what he had just said. He loves you? How does he even know that? What was this? Had your brain and ears finally imploded on themselves? Was this alternate reality?

“Do you need me to repeat it?”

What? Huh? What?

“I don’t know what to call it. Maybe love at first sight?” He carries on like you’re not having a self-induced heart attack right before his eyes. “Never believed in that before but then I saw you and gods, you’re the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. I sure hope when you saw me it was the same because I have no idea how to describe what you do to me.”

But you understand what he’s saying because you did feel it. You felt so much when you first looked at him and you still feel it now.

“Like everything suddenly made sense. The whole craze about finding soulmates finally made fucking sense. I finally understood.”

You blink and blink so fast that you fear your eyelids might not keep up with the action. You never thought your other half would be a huge, spectacular talker and that they would know just how to steal the breath from your lungs away. But Jungkook knows. You're finding a lot of new things this night and one of them is that Jungkook is a hopeful romantic. It almost makes your body bring on another set of waterworks.

“I love you.” He says the soul-breaking words again. “And I already know that love is malleable but what I feel in my bones is for forever.”

In your bones, transformed out of what had laid dormant you felt Love. All around you love. Like you could mess up, you could do the oddest thing in the universe and the love would still be there. You want to shout it out. For the first time in your little life, you feel love and you want it always. And you want to give it always.

And you don’t know how you know but you know that he’s about to kiss you. Oh, gods. He’s about to kiss you right after –

“I love you too.” You hurl out fast enough and it slows down Jungkook’s advancement towards you. “And I have no idea what I'm doing but I'll do it with you. I don’t trust just anyone but what we have is bigger than trust. Like you said, it’s life itself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I would wait forever for you too.”

“I know,” he says and you don’t run away when he steps closer to your body. And his fingers reach for a set of yours. You raise your free hand to his chest and feel the rapid, erratic beating of his heart in its cage.

“And I've never done this before. But I'll do my best I –”

“We don’t graded,” he cuts you off with a laugh. “And I know.”

He knows.

His free hand cups your cheek and you almost hyperventilate. Almost. But you’d rather die than miss this. So, you take deep, long breaths that inflate your system with the mix of sandalwood, earth, and hope. And then his lips press onto yours and give you a happy death. His lips crush yours with a force reserved for rocks and specks of dust breaking away from comets. His kiss wakes you up. And you love it.

Before you can even push further, his lips move to the side of your cheek, barely-there before it cascades to the other. And then his mouth is on your brow bone, a light presence that feels heavenly beautiful and nerve-wracking all at once before his lips rest on the middle of your forehead.

Jungkook’s lips came back to yours and kissed one corner of your mouth and then the other. Oh, seven hells, you can’t think. You don’t want to either. Instead, you open your mouth and kiss him back with more fervor. You lithely raise on your toes and kiss the apples of his cheeks, his temples, his brow bones, beneath his lips and right on his chin. Gods, it feels like you kiss him everywhere.

The hand on his chest feels how frenzied his heart is pounding and it makes you smile because you’re sure your heart is doing the same. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck. You don’t need to say anything in this moment because what needs to be said is all around you and under your skin. He reached forward and kissed you again. This time harder, and more frivolous and you gave and gave and took and took. And when the two of you finally break apart for air, you feel a tingle of cosmic goodness down your limbs.

Fuck.

He grins, actually no, he does more than that. He momentarily lights up like a firetruck and pulls you impossibly closer. And you think he has the most beautiful smile in the universe. You want to keep that on his face forever.

“You’re worth it,” you tell him, breathless.

“Worth what?” He asks smugly, his smile turning cocky as he acts like he doesn’t know.

You roll your eyes, your shoulders shaking as you laugh. A genuine one that warms your belly. “Worth the wait.”

a/n » hooo my god, this is the first thing i’ve written in about a year? and it feels so good to write and even better to pour my soul into this soulmate au. i really hope y’all loved it!! and please do tell me what you think! 

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Boyfriend!Soobin

Who: Soobin [ TXT ] 

Word Count:  2,113 words

Genre: Fluff 

Warning: N/A

Request: No.

@ultkyu​ I had planned to write just a short simple little fic for your birthday, however we know how that goes for me, short turns into not so short, and it’s still not done. So, enjoy this instead, I just wrote this quickly so it’s not the best, but enjoy.

Also  💕 💕 💕 💕 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒦𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎  💕 💕 💕 💕

You two would meet at a grocery store.

Like why do they always have to put the things you like on the top shelf.

You don’t mind climbing up the shelves, but that’s just sorta frowned upon, so you try not to.

You were just about to be giving up your goal of getting this one certain item, it being on the tallest of shelves, when you saw him.

He was over there looking all tall and handsome, but mostly tall, like really really tall, tall enough to reach the top shelf with ease.

It would have been an easy walk over, ask to get item, receive item, and thank them for getting the item, had he not turned around at that exact moment.

Of course, in doing so, he locked eyes with you, and here you are, that weirdo staring at someone else in the grocery store.

That was when you finally stuttered out “Help please”, after you finally got over being captivated by his stunning eyes and smile.

Like damn someone needed to write his parents a thank you letter, for giving birth to this god among men.

Maybe he was just used to this, or maybe he was just good at hiding his feelings since he simply chuckled, before asking “which item?”

That was just the first of many times you met him.

Often in that same grocery store, since his friends and parents often sent him on the food runs.

It wasn’t until one of your old friends invited you over to his house, that you got to really meet him.

While at Yeonjun’s, you learned his name was Soobin, despite all the times you met him in the store, never once did you get his name.

That was the first of many times you hung out with the guys.

Taehyun and Kai were like annoying younger brothers, and Beomgyu was as well.

It was about two months into being friends with them, that Yeonjun noticed something odd.

You always referred to all the guys as your brothers, but Soobin, he was just Soobin.

Yeonjun isn’t exactly a mastermind, but he felt like playing cupid, and that’s how you ended up at this restaurant with Soobin, waiting on 4 others who were not to come.

You had been sat about ten minutes when you finally got a text from Yeonjun, “can’t make it enjoy your date”.

That was followed by Soobin receiving identical messages from Kai, Beomgyu, and Taehyun.

He had set you up, and you couldn’t be mad at him, since they knew neither of you would have admitted your feelings and asked the other out.

The date was going well, however it still felt odd.

A fancy restaurant just wasn’t your vibe, and that’s how you two found yourself at an arcade.

That is how you stood here by the skee-ball machine, Soobin swearing he’s a pro, while also missing every single target.

This went on all night.

He was a skee-ball pro, a pinball master, a Pac Man wizard, and so forth.

But in reality, he wasn’t, he was just really trying to impress you, but it was sorta failing.

But honestly, it wasn’t really since you were impressed by his confidence.

As the night was nearing an end, he claimed he was a pro one last time, the crane machine.

While he played, you excuse yourself to the bathroom for a moment.

Had you stayed during that time, you would have seen him fail at the crane game many times.

During his times losing and his mumblings about wanting to win you something just once, he caught the attention of some other couple, who had their fair share of things from winning.

That was how he got the stuffed animal that he gave you, claiming he won it, once you returned.

Maybe you should thank Yeonjun, but his ego probably would inflate too much if you did, since it was due to him that you got a boyfriend.

After that, Soobin finally had the confidence to ask you out, well out again.

As he was dropping you off at home that night, he asked you for another date.

That one set off a string of other dates, before you two finally decided to become official.

Yet, in announcing it, it wasn’t anything the others didn’t know, since they’ve been knew, they were just waiting for you to confirm it.

You are dating the softest tallest sweetheart ever.

Like Soobin would treasure you, and nothing could ever stop that.

You would be precious to him, and nothing else can compare.

The two of you would have the cutest relationship, going on adorable dates to the arcade, the cafe, the beach, and stuff. 

You two would be dating about a month before he finally works up the courage to kiss you.

The both of you were just having an at home date, having dinner and a movie in the boys dorm.

That was your first mistake, having your date in the boys dorm.

The second mistake was thinking the others wouldn’t interrupt.

The dinner went well, you and Soobin cooked, and did not burn the kitchen down, which is a big achievement.

The movie was going well as some random romance movie could.

It being a bit chilly, you found yourself moving close to Soobin, as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. 

It was at that moment that he decided to make his move, and he kissed you.

As your lips touched, it was a perfect moment.

Well, it would have been, had it not been for Kai and Taehyun running into the living at that exact moment.

 Usually this moment would be described with fireworks and butterflies, but instead this moment was filled with screams and a door slamming.

Not exactly the most ideal thing to happen during your first kiss with him, but the rest of the boys coming home at that time wasn’t exactly ideal either.

It hadn’t been five minutes before all the other four knew, and it somehow shifted from you two kissing to completely making out on the sofa.

Which concerned Yeonjun, until you quickly explained that you were not, and that the others were exaggerating it.

It was that moment that the two of you both realized that this was the real thing, it wasn’t some short lived fling, and you didn’t run off when Kai and Taehyun interrupted you both kissing.

From then on, Soobin would constantly be giving you kisses.

Like if he doesn’t give you at least one kiss a day, he’ll die, or at least he claims.

Often it’s soft forehead kisses and occasionally nose kisses, at least when the boys are around.

Kisses on the lips is reserved for only when the others are gone, since you have no doubt it would be exaggerated if they witnessed it again. 

Soobin would love just holding you.

Like you sitting on the sofa, not for long, your in his lap now.

You are sitting without holding his hand, not for long, now you are not only holding his hand but also have his arm around your waist.

He is here for pda, except he’s not that much here for it in public. 

Like in the safety of your house or their dorm, he will hold you to his heart’s content, but in public, nah, he might hold your hand, if even that.

He would give the best cuddles.

Like literally the moment he starts cuddling you, you just want to stay there forever, and he would honestly let you too.

You both would have been together for a while, when he finally realizes he loves you.

It was his birthday, and imagine his surprise when he opens one of his many presents from you.

It was something he had vaguely mentioned wanting months ago, but he didn’t think he would actually get it. 

You got him that, along with some other things he had mentioned wanting, but never bought for himself.

It was at that moment he realized that he didn’t only love you, but he was in love with you.

You remember little things about him that others forget, and you remembered all the vague little things he mentioned wanting, and the others had either not heard or forgot about.

Would probably immediately say “I love you” without thinking, just for you to reply “I love you too” and he’s just like so confused, like what just happened.

He would love seeing you wear his clothing, if they fit you. 

Like he’d purposely leave his hoodies in your closet when he’s at your house, just so you wear them.

And if they don’t fit you, he’d purposely buy then bigger, and then be like “I like over-sized hoodies” when you ask him about it.

He would purposely buy couples hoodies and leave one at your house, and then you’ll wear it and he’ll also wear his and be like “oh look at that, I guess I had two.”

But you catch on easily, since he’s not that discreet about it.

He probably claims something like it was buy one get one free or something, but you know it wasn’t, he’s just not gonna admit he purposely bought one for you.

He would call you hella nicknames, like everything but your name.

His favorites are angel, prince/ss, and baby; and he probably has you in his phone as 💕My Angel💕 or something like that. 

He says Angel so much, his parents will think that’s your real name, until he explains like no it’s not.

He’d probably introduce you to his parents after a few months, and you’d be so nervous, but he’d be even worse.

Like he would be freaking out the whole time running through different scenarios, and in his eyes, the worst thing that could happen is his parents hating the one he loves.

But they love you, and call you both adorable, and it goes well.

He would enjoy going places with you, and doing things with you.

Like you want to go shopping, he’s fine being your hype man for three hours as you try to find the right pair of pants.

You wanna go to the beach, he’s up for it.

He doesn’t mind where you go, as long as he’s with you.

He sends you good morning and good night text.

When he is gone, he’d facetime you every night, if he could.

He’d call when it’s night for you, talking to you until you fall asleep. 

You wish he’d wake you or something, but he probably says some cute things like “seeing you sleep makes me feel like I’m close to you” or something.

He hates leaving you, so be prepared for daily selfies, and he would also like it if you sent him at least biweekly selfies.

Claims he’ll forget what you look like if you don’t.

Also overreacts saying you’ll forget what he looks like if he doesn’t send you daily selfies when he is gone.

Probably also fills your phone with selfies of himself before he leaves, so you have something to look at while he’s gone.

He loves taking photos of you, himself, and you both together.

He has a whole album of selfies of himself to send you, along with a whole album of photos of you he took, and a whole album of couple photos.

Normal people run out of storage from memes or music, he runs out of storage from photos of you.

Probably does something cute like compile photos of you and you two together, and then makes some cute scrapbook for your first anniversary. 

Wants to document each moment he has with you, so he’ll never forget it, which leads to you having tons of photos around.

Totally plans on telling the story behind all of these stories to your future children, whether the two of you have children or you just consider the other boys’ children yours. 

Loves taking you out to make these memories.

But absolutely under no circumstance are you to order mint chocolate chip ice cream, especially with him, the president of the mint chocolate chip ice cream haters club.

If you hate it as well, he’ll enlist you on clowning Yeonjun about liking it.

If you like it, well at least you have other redeeming qualities to him.

Sees himself with you in the future, but is sorta shy to admit it.

You are both young, and he just doesn’t want to scare you off by telling you.

But honestly, you see yourself with him in the future as well.

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[kpopaeipathy]

Snowball Love Fight (Jungkook Oneshot)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: It’s our third winter olympic event and I swear that if you let me win again, there will be consequences.

Summary: Jungkook is your best friend, and you are secretly in love with him. Unfortunately, he seems to be oblivious to your feelings. When you have your annual snowball fight, you get mad and ask him to play fair this time, to not let you win. He agrees with one condition: you’ll have to bet. You already know what you are going to ask, but Jungkook’s wish surprises you more than anything.

Word Count: 1,243

A/N: This is so super cute, I’m jsaoisjaskko

Requested by anon

“What do I get if I play fair?” Jungkook asked, tossing the snowball in his hand into the air, ready to shoot it at you.

It was the third time you had a snowball fight (something you decided to make annual the first time you did). But Jungkook, being your best friend and much stronger and faster than you, had already let you win in the previous two years. You couldn’t deny that you felt more than special about being the only person for whom he repressed his competitive spirit, but you couldn’t help feeling a little angry that he thought you were not able to win him (it seemed like he was underestimating you instead of wanting to see you happy).

So this time you really got angry and told him you wouldn’t have a fight if he didn’t play fair and let you win. It was then that his question came up and you didn’t know what to answer, mostly because your heart used to accelerate every time he smiled mischievously and the sound overshadowed anything else around you.

“What do you mean?”

“If we’re going to have a real snowball fight,” he replied, still throwing the snowball high. “Let’s get a real prize.”

It was very hard to concentrate when he looked at you like that, but you swallowed hard and forced your brain to remember that you were best friends and he had no idea how you really felt in the last year.

“What do you have in mind?” The question didn’t go the way you wanted it to, and it was obvious when his smile grew that he noticed the stab of fear in your voice.

It was hard not to feel a little bit afraid when Jungkook went into competitive mode and demanded something. Last time, he’d gotten you to do the challenge of the ice bucket that ran through the social media. Of course it was that time, when he helped dry you out and make you warm, that you realized why your heart was pounding every time you were close to him. You had fallen in love with your best friend.

However, he didn’t seem to notice how you felt, so you kept the secret to yourself so as not to lose the best friendship in the world. Unfortunately, the butterflies in your stomach didn’t understand that.

“The loser will have to grant the winner a request,” he announced. “Whatever the winner wants, the loser will have to do without complaining and without fighting.”

“Why don’t you ever tell me what you want?” You asked with a pout.

“Because you wouldn’t take it if I told you.” He was sincere, as usual. “So, you in?”

He stopped tossing the snowball into the air, which meant he was really ready for war. You squeezed the snowball in your hand, also preparing yourself, bit your lower lip and took a deep breath before answering. “I’m in.”

You barely had time to escape the snowball he threw at you. You ran sideways and threw your first snowball too, but Jungkook was quick and dodged, already preparing another snowball.

The fight really seemed different from the other years. Not that you didn’t always strive, but having Jungkook really motivated to win was another story. Although he was bigger than you, the fact that he was an athlete and you weren’t make him much faster. Diverting from his snowballs was not easy, and you couldn’t get away from many of them anyway.

Even though he had decided to play for real, every time one of his balls struck you, you noticed that he was not playing with all the strength he had. You had seen Jungkook play snowball fight with his friends and all the other boys complained that even the snow could hurt when it left the boy’s hand. However, it didn’t hurt so much when it hit you, which meant he was still controlling himself.

You also managed to hit him a few times, although it was much less. The last two snowball fight events had taught you something.

But Jungkook was way better than you. When you were half dead, your whole body aching from the workout, and your breathing began to ache, you regretted that you had stirred up the competitive spirit of Jungkook, who seemed not to have moved one second, because he was still running and breathing normally. Maybe doing a sport as he always suggested was not such a bad idea.

In one last attempt to win before falling dead of fatigue, you circled the little fort you had built, trying to surprise Jungkook from behind. But he was smarter and climbed up the fort without you noticing. From there, he threw a snowball straight into your hand, knocking down your snowball, then he jumped on your side and knocked you to the ground with him. Finally, he picked up a handful of snow and hit you head.

You just sighed and lay there with your head on his arm and your arms stretched out beside your body. You didn’t even have the strength to admit defeat.

“I won,” he said calmly, and you sighed again as you noted that he didn’t look a bit tired.

“You can let me win again next year,” you stated, breathing still ragged. “I’ve never been so tired in my life.”

Jungkook chuckled but didn’t move or say anything, and you stood there, half-hugging, lying in the snow and looking at the baby blue sky.

You didn’t want to leave that position. It was so good when Jungkook held you that way. And at that moment, it didn’t make much difference if he heard your heart hammering inside your chest.

Only when your breath was estable, Jungkook spoke again.

“I guess I’ll demand my award now,” he commented slowly, as if he was still thinking about it.

But you always kept your word, especially when it came to Jungkook. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just don’t fight me, okay?” He replied, but you didn’t even have time to respond.

With an impulse, he turned and touched your lips with his. He gave you a kiss that surprised you so much, that you only managed to widen his eyes when he pulled away and stood looking at you with raised eyebrows and biting into the inside of his mouth.

You really couldn’t react, only the reason was because your ear was buzzing, your heart felt like a machine gun and the butterflies in your stomach seemed to be having a party.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” He finally asked after a while.

All you could do was shake your head as you tried to control the reactions of your body and mind.

“I know I asked you not to fight with me, but can you say something?” It was the first time you had seen your best friend, who had always been self-confident, looking nervous. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t want to upset you, I just thought you should know how I felt and maybe I should try, and I couldn’t think much about the consequences, and…”

You grabbed his coat and pushed up, kissing him to stop him from talking. That surprised him too, for he googled his eyes like you.

“And now, who’s speechless?” You teased, and the big smile on your best friend’s beautiful face was a reflection of yours.

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[trbld-writer]

fluff no 9 with Scoups!

pairing: seungcheol x reader

genre: FLÜFF, boyfriend!au

word count: 393

warnings: none!

note: i wrote this in one go and i’m not feeling too confident about it but it felt good to finally sit down and write something again! this prompt also reminded me of me and the boifren because that’s what happens literally every time i sleep over at his and he has to get up early. i’d really appreciate some feedback and i hope you enjoy!

prompt: Fluff, Number 9: “You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.”

requests are still open!

[masterlist]

The golden rays of the sun tickled your eyes, lightly warming your cheeks. You grumbled while turning around. Half asleep and not fully ready to face the day.

Next to you, his arm slung over your waist, laid your sleeping boyfriend. Half asleep as well, he pulled you closer before pressing his lips onto your forehead. „Good morning.“

You smiled and replied with a „good morning“ yourself. He started to stroke your back, coming up to your shoulder and the back of your neck, where he played with the little hairs. You squirmed and giggled at the unexpected tickle. He then resumed to going over your back in tiny circles. Relaxing, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the comfortable warmth that emitted from his body as you drifted off to sleep again. 

“Hey, babe. It’s 1 pm already, we should get up.” You faintly heard Seungcheol’s voice in your sleep.

It prompted you to raise your head and open your eyes just a crack to make out his face. A little blurry, but still cute. The sun was now high up, painting the room in a light hue. Your boyfriend’s flushed cheeks seemed to be glowing in the light, making him look like an angel. It made your heart flutter. He was laying on his back with you settled on his chest and had his beautiful sleepy smile stretched across his features.

Seungcheol’s hand came up to stroke your cheek. You leaned into the soft touch, your head slowly dropping onto his chest again.

“Mmhm, don’t wanna. I’m just gonna stay in bed all day with you,” were the sentences from you, muffled by his skin and a fluffy blanket. His reaction made your heart jump. You felt his laughter more than you heard it. A light chuckle, deeper and airier than his usual giggle.

You raised your head to see his soft, loving smile.

“I have to work, you know that. C’mon, let’s have some breakfast,” he said, his arms wrapping around you to lightly rock the two of you from side to side.  

“I know,” you whined, “but you’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move. Five more minutes!”

He let out a chuckle again. In a few minutes of comfortable silence, you enjoyed his warmth while you listened to his steady, calm heartbeat. “Alright, fine. You win.”

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[iridescentxstars]

Warm Caramel & Honey Blonde [Teaser]

➳ this is a teaser for an upcoming fic I am inspired to write based on how goregous Nini looked today. ➳ Professor!AU || Barista!AU ➳ Scenario || Genre: Fluff || potential to contain smut || Genre: M unless it doesn’t contain smut ➳ Pairing: Kim Jongin x OC Alice (I want to describe the female character) ➳ Summary: to be decided ➳ Warnings: to be decided

He smiles as he takes his seat, pushing his glasses up through his hair and placing the book he carries onto the table in front of him; this is his corner, his favourite little hideaway during lunch where he can take a short moment of peace before having to go back into the loud lecture hall. This is where Jongin finds his peace, surrounded by the gentle chatter of other patrons, the coffee grinder and steam wand frothing milk as well as the intoxicating aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans and delicious baked goods.

Jongin has been coming here since the beginning of the year, it’s become his safe haven for the one true break he gets during the day, five days a week. It’s off campus so he doesn’t have to worry about seeing any of his students and it’s close enough that he can have a decent lunch break without rushing himself; he knows the cashier well enough that they know his order by heart and keep a coffee card in the till because Jongin tends to forget his.

Though, the one person he doesn’t recognise is the barista.

Jongin’s aversion to coffee isn’t as bad as it was, now that he relies on the bitter liquid to keep him awake long enough to grade papers and organise the next day, the taste has become familiar enough to deal with but it isn’t the taste of the coffee that brings him back. This quaint little cafe is family owned and they roast their own beans, the staff all have a connection to either each other or the owner and the decor gives it a warm, homely feel - this is what appeals to him, the warmth that exudes from within the walls.

“One caramel latte,” a soft voice interrupts his musings and Jongin blinks, eyes shifting from the counter where he was watching with a soft smile to the woman bending down to place his coffee beside his glasses. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

She stands up straight, her smile polite but welcoming and Jongin blushes once he realises he’s been asked a question. “Oh, yes, I’m waiting on a chicken panini,” he gestures towards staff member who is dealing with the food.

“Enjoy,” she bows her head and turns away and Jongin can’t help but watch her walk back towards her station.

He may not recognise the barista - but he would like to get to know her.

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[hobeemin]

Eros et Psyche - Part 1: Agape

💘 Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, s2l, Greek God myth AU

💘 Pairing: Im Jaebeom x (f) OC

💘 Rating: 18+

💘 Warning(s): swearing, intense pining, alcohol, smoking, jealousy, misogyny, Greek gods being Greek gods, mistaken identities

💘 Word Count: 5.1k

💘 Credits: Beta read by the marvelous @yoongsgguktae 💜 ily sis thank you

💘 Summary: A modern take on the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche. 

💘 A/N: Part of The Intimacy Anthology Project hosted by @peonybane found here

This is my retelling of this particular myth, changes have been made to make it more modern (as you will see with the rest of the fic) Enjoy :)

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The vase smashed against the wall, shards flying in countless directions. A door creaked opened hesitantly as a head poked through with caution.

“Mother?”

She already had her back to him, fumbling with a pack of Virginia Slims. Ignoring him for a moment, she lit the skinny cigarette and inhaled a long drag, blowing out a swirl of wispy smoke. Her eyes cut to him as if allowing him to enter. 

The young man entered, pushing his dark locks back off his face. His eyes cut to the remains of the vase on the floor.

“That was your favorite vase.”

She grunted in response, wrapping her robe tighter around her body. He glanced at the woman who’d brought him into this world. Petite at five foot five inches, but that didn’t stop her from being a force to reckon with. 

Krystal established herself as a model long ago, being practically worshipped by the public. Having to hide her true nature, she settled for features opposite her own: long, dark tresses reaching her lower back, sun-kissed skin free of blemishes. 

Sporting a baby pink silk robe, she carried herself over to the chaise lounge and draped herself over it.

“Jaebeom, be a dear and bring your mother a martini, dirty...extra olives.”

He sighed, walking over to the vast corner bar at the edge of the penthouse. Windows from floor to ceiling, it overlooked the beautiful view of the city. Always the best, his mother said. 

Krystal watched her son in anticipation. One would think they were siblings with how young she looked, but it was better this way; fewer questions from the press. He took nicely after her and not his father, opting for black hair almost shoulder-length, almond-shaped eyes that always seemed to hold a secret, standing at five foot ten inches, the muscles were attributed to Ares—not that she’d admit it. 

Today he wore an Allsaints leather jacket, gray hoodie, and ripped black jeans. Aviators propped on top of his head finished the casual look. He always seemed so put together.

But in reality, he was a bundle of nerves. Being the child of the Goddess of Love and God of War was exhausting. Two volatile beings always on edge. And being the God of Desire just added to that stress. He would have preferred working with his dad, and yet here he was, spreading his...influence over others while they found happiness and love. But where was he? Forever to be alone, serving martinis to his mother and doing her bidding, usually getting his hands dirty.

Jaebeom mixed the alcohol and dry vermouth in the shaker diligently before pouring the mix into a martini glass. Adding a few olives for good measure, he delivered it to his mother with care.

She sat up against the pillows and took a generous sip. Sighing, her eyes closed. Jaebeom sat back on the opposite end watching her.

Regaining some calmness, she opened her eyes with a smile. “My little boy makes the best drinks.”

Jaebeom held back an eye roll. Of course, he did, she trained him on how to make drinks since he was a child. “What’s with the dramatic flair? Why are you so stressed out?”

She pouted, setting her glass down. “What? I can’t spend time with my Jiffy Poo?”

Jaebeom cringed at the nickname looking away. He messed with the tassels on the pillows. He could tell she was evading the response. He reached over and held her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Mom?”

Her mood changed and she snatched her hand away with a growl. Cigarette between her lips and the martini glass in one hand, she paced across the plush white carpet.

“Can you believe it?! I’m old news?! Me?! ‘The beauty of the century’, ‘timeless face’, ‘a rarity’. They said...I’m old news!”

Jaebeom’s mouth opened like a fish, no words forming. She hissed pointing to a stack of magazines on the glass coffee table. “Go have a look!”

He went over to the pile, sitting down on the couch, and picked up the copy of Italian Vogue. The cover, usually displayed with his mother, was replaced with another woman. She gave off a youthful and fresh vibe. The secret smirk across her face added to the glint in her eyes. Her skin a beautiful shade of golden honey, and hazel eyes sparkling under the sun. A determination he was sure his mother had lost over the years.

Not that he would admit that out loud.

He picked up the Vogue, the same woman. Then Elle...Harper’s Bazaar, Marie Claire, Vanity Fair, Allure, Neon—the very same woman graced all the covers.

“The-”

“The new Aphrodite! That’s what they’re calling that...that hussy!!” She screamed, tugging at her hair.

Jaebeom’s lips pressed together. “Who is she?”

She scoffed with a hiss. “Does it matter? I’m going to destroy her after all.” She gave her son a dubious look and rolled her eyes. “Fine. If you must know, her name is Psyche. Most likely a stage name. Either way, she’s going to wish she wasn’t born.”

Jaebeom set the magazines back down, clasping his hands behind his back. “What do you plan to do?”

She chuckled just as a few barks cut the air. Jaebeom groaned as two white Pomeranians bounced into the room yapping at the heels of his mother. She cooed, dropping to her knees holding out her glass for Jaebeom to take.

“My whittle babies. Were you missing mummy while you went nappy nap?” She purred scratching behind their ears. Tails wagging, they jumped onto her lap trying to lick her face.

She squished their faces, looking at Jaebeom. “Phobos and Deimos, say hello to your big brother. He’s gonna get rid of the mean old witchy for mummy.”

He placed the glass on the bar counter with a sigh. “You still haven’t said how you planned to do this.” 

She reluctantly pulled away from her pets, walking over to fill their food bowls—the pebbles clinking against the golden dishes gently.

“Easy. I’m going to require your...expertise for this.” She leaned against the counter tapping the long stiletto shaped nails gently on the marble. “It’s quite simple. You’ll use your ‘persuasion’ to make her fall for the most vile creature.”

His brows raised disappearing under his fringe. “And how do you suppose I do that? Get her alone that is.”

“Hell if I know. You’re smart Jiffy Poo. You’ve never disappointed me yet,” she smiled reaching out to pinch his cheek, “and I don’t expect you to ever. Mummy knows best. Correct?” She removed her hand from his cheek walking back over her seat.

He rubbed the spot as his brows knit. What did he have to lose? His mother was the Goddess of Love after all. “Yeah, you know it all.”

But her jealousy made her into one of the worst people he’d ever come across. It was a wonder Zeus kept his distance.

“Of course I do darling,” she replied airily. Flipping her hair back she glanced in the mirror for a moment. “Now run along, you’ve got work to do. I’m going on a beauty renewal retreat with Athena...I mean Amber in Milan and I need to detox for the next few days,” she explained wincing at her reflection—though there was not a blemish or mark in sight. “I’ll be gone for two weeks and I expect the news about her to be scandalous.” She turned to her son with a frown. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, mother,” he said, slipping his glasses on and bidding her farewell.

^^^^

Psyche laid out on the pool chair, body angled perfectly for the camera. As the photographer clicked away, she’d move her head or hands switching positions. The teal and white bikini shaped her form well making her proportions longer.

“Beautiful! Beautiful! Tilt a little more...great! Stay like that babe. You’re killing me! Yes! Fucking hell you’re on fire!”

The assistant adjusted the reflector as the flashes went off. The creative director looked up from her screen with a grin. “We got the shots!”

A round of applause went off as everyone finished. Another assistant ran up to Psyche and handed her a bottle of water and a towel to wipe the sheen from her face.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile, her eyes twinkling brightly.

The young man blubbered as the bottle almost slipped from his fingers. He shoved it in her hands and ran off. Psyche gave a small pout before taking a sip. 

The photographer ran up to her giving her air kisses on each cheek. “My muse!! Lovely job. We must work together soon.”

She blushed with a giggle. “I can’t thank you enough. It was a pleasure working with you. I’ll see you soon!”

She waved walking back into her private dressing room. The façade melted off her face as she collapsed into her chair with a groan.

“I’m so over this.”

She raised her head, gazing at her reflection curiously. Is this what all the fuss was about? Her face? She ran her fingers across her cheeks delicately, being mindful of the cosmetics. It was just a face, and a face people fawned over her for. So much trouble it caused. Too much attention. She ran her hands through the brown and honey tinted coils with a frown, another pout forming. Looks that made men weep or rather run from….literally. 

Feeling quite sad for herself, she got up from her seat and went to change out of the bikini.

Unbeknownst to her, Jaebeom had disguised himself as one of the production assistants from the photoshoot. Having easily found out the location of the photoshoot—thank Zeus for Twitter—it didn’t take much to slip inside for the Sports Illustrated shoot. He found his victim, sprinkling the sleeping powder over them, and hid them behind some bushes. Changing his appearance was easy as he walked towards the dressing room where she would be. Jaebeom tiptoed in looking around and saw her back to him.

This is gonna be easier than I thought.

He pulled a slim container out with darts...times had certainly changed. Arrows were a thing of the past and bulky too. Each color signified a different emotion– white: admiration; pink: puppy love; red: lust and/or sensuality; purple: deep unselfconscious love. He pushed the thoughts away. Once this was over he’d be off to go about his business...until his mother needed him again.

All he had to do was make her fall for a vile creature as he struck her with a dart and she’d be taken care of. But as he reached for a dart, removing the cap, a phone rang out making her head pop out from the changing room curtain. The sound made Jaebeom jump and one of his darts slipped and pricked his finger.

“Shit!”

Psyche ran out of the changing room holding her flip-flops in one hand. Her eyes opened in surprise to see him standing there. He froze as their eyes met. 

“Oh. Hello.” She chuckled, going to sit in her chair. “Did they still need me? I thought I was done for the day.”

He let out a breath. She thinks I work here. The disguise works! 

“Uh–” He gulped as a wave of euphoria washed over him. Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit! Oh my Zeus I want her!

Sitting there in just a simple white tank top and shorts made her beauty stand out even more. His heart fluttered hard in his chest.

Stuttering, he glanced around trying to think of an excuse. He had to get away from her. Not when his emotions were so high. The effects of the dart were getting harder to fight. Psyche’s lips turned downward in a frown.

“Is everything alright?” she asked with care. “Are you coming down with something? I know it was extremely hot outside today.”

Jaebeom wanted nothing more than to profess his undying love for her at that moment. To wipe the frown from her face and wrap her in his arms. As he stepped forward, a voice cut into the hair.

“Psyche! Your ride is here!”

She let out a tiny gasp and slipped on her sandals. Grabbing her bag, she walked past him, laying her hand on his arm with a gentle squeeze. “Hope you feel better.”

As she exited the door, the smell of her perfume lingered in the air. Ylang Ylang, jasmine, and rosewood invaded his nostrils. He closed his eyes grasping at the scent not wanting to forget it. 

I need her. I want her. She has to be in my life...I-I shit no! What am I doing?! I’m fucked…I want to worship the ground she walks on!!

Jaebeom quickly disappeared, waking the sleeping assistant as he left the site without being detected.

^^^^ 

“Daughter!”

Psyche let out an audible groan. Barely a minute she’d entered the house and she was being summoned by her father. A maid came in to retrieve her bag as she walked into the main foyer. Her father was sitting in his favorite chair playing cards with her oldest sister. Her other sister sat crossed leg on the couch stuffing her face with chocolates.

Lovely. They were here too.

Plastering a strained smile, she walked towards her father and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Daddy, I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“Nonsense! I wanted to make sure you arrived home safely.” He glanced at his eldest daughter with a nod. “Isn’t that right Jessica?”

She lifted her brow as she placed a card down on the table. “Quite,” she said, directing her gaze to Psyche. “How was your shoot, little sister?” She chuckled waiting for their father to make a move. “It would be pointless to ask though. You always do well.”

Psyche caught the slight edge in her voice but ignored it. Tonight, she wanted a peaceful interaction with her family that didn’t end in a screaming match...usually focused on her absence of a wedding ring.

Victoria sat up, wiping her fingers of smeared chocolate. “Oh, you won’t believe the news, Psy. I found the absolute perfect person for you.”

Here we go again.

“Victoria–” She began feeling the workings of a migraine form.

“Hear me out! He’s a close friend of my husband. Very wealthy, ivy league bred, and oh so handsome. He’s following in his father's footsteps to become a judge!” she gushed, bouncing on the couch, leaning over the back at Psyche.

The young woman bit down on her thumbnail. “I don’t know…”

“What have you got to lose? Time is dwindling down slowly,” Jessica edged, raising her brow.

She was baiting her. Psyche held back an insult as her father glanced at her with pleading eyes. “He’s a fair match for mi cielito. just consider it?”

She sighed with a reluctant nod. The subject wouldn’t be dropped and Psyche had no energy left to argue. “Alright. When am I meeting him?”

Her father beamed, setting his cards down with a flourish. “Tonight!”

Psyche sputtered looking around the room. “What? Tonight?!”

Victoria bounded off the couch, grabbing her hand. “Yes, we don’t have time. He’s arriving within the hour. Let’s get you dressed!”

Psyche’s jaw dropped in wordless surprise as she was dragged up the stairs to her room.

^^^^

Jaebeom paced across the hardwood floors muttering to himself. His mind was a jumbled mess. All he could think about was her. He groaned raking a hand through his hair as he looked out the window. All he could see was her. The part of his arm where she touched still felt warm. He shuddered remembering the smell of her perfume. It was intoxicating. He closed his eyes as he threw his head back. What he wouldn’t have given to be that close to her once more.

Jaebeom!”

His eyes snapped open with a start. 

Jackson stood in the doorframe staring curiously at his friend. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and leaned against the door casually. It seemed that there was a glow surrounding his body, well defined in the suit. The jacket undone, revealing a plain white shirt with ‘Gucci’ stamped across. Hair, a chestnut brown framed his face to show off his features. The God of the Sun was a man in all senses. Jackson was quite pleased with this new form. 

He gave Jaebeom a strange expression. “You were moaning.”

Jaebeom's face reddened as he looked away. “I was?”

Jackson’s face cracked a grin that slowly turned into laughter. “Yes. I don’t even want to know what was going through your mind.”

Jaebeom let out a frustrated cry and slammed his fists onto the glass table. Resting his head there for a moment, he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I-I’m fucked Jackson,” he mumbled.

His friend’s lips turned down as he walked further in. He headed over to the cabinet and poured them each a drink. He closed the distance holding out the glass for him. “Take a sip, breathe, and tell me what’s going on.”

Jaebeom lifted his head and took the glass firmly into his hands. Taking tentative sips, he let the liquid wash over him. He gave Jackson a stare. “Ambrosia?”

Jackson winked. “Only the best.”

Jaebeom chuckled. “Ass kisser.”

Jackson laughed again, slapping a hand on his back. “Being the God of the Sun has its perks,” he replied nonchalantly.

Jaebeom muttered, “Bullshit. You’re one of his favorites.” He walked around the room with a grumble. “I’m like the bastard step child.”

“Welp you did screw him over one too many times with all those women,” Jackson teased. 

Jaebeom swallowed the remainder of his ambrosia and grimaced. “He shouldn’t have fucked over my mom.”

“And there it is folks, Jaebeom’s is a mama’s boy!” Jackson yelled into the office.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “I am not,” he stuttered, looking down at the floor. “We just understand each other.”

“Sure,” Jackson replied, rolling his eyes. He cut a glance at his watch. “You’re stalling Jaebeom. You never stall. What’s going on?” He tapped his foot impatiently. “I have dinner plans with my wife.”

Jaebeom’s eyes watered as a cry threatened to spill out. He tugged at his hair feeling the effects of being too far from her.

“P-Psyche!”

Jackson frowned. “Who?”

“Psyche,” he repeated with a choke covering his face. “I-I was supposed to curse her for mother and I hit myself with one of my darts!” He pulled his hands down to glare at his friend. “I-I can’t live without her now.” He threw his hands in the air pacing around the couches. “Mother told me I had to take care of it before she gets back from her trip, but I can't let anything happen to her.” He gave Jackson a pleading look. “Help me!”

Jackson shook his head in disbelief. “Damn, you are fucked.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “What do you want me to do about it? This doesn’t seem like something I can help with.”

Jaebeom dropped to his knees with a wail. “Please! I don't know who else to ask.”

Shit.

Jackson spun around to look out the window surveying the skyline. He hated to see another friend in anguish. Hell, he was indebted to him. Had it not been for Jaebeom, he would have never met Daphne. He looked over his shoulder at his friend. The man looked positively undone. With a loud sigh, he walked over and bent down in front of him.

“I’ll do it.”

Jaebeom looked up with hopeful eyes. “R-Really?”

Jackson’s shoulders dropped with a groan. “I hate to see you like this.” Rubbing his eyes, he let out a sigh. “Alright, I’ll look into her life: family, likes, dislikes, etc. just be ready when I get back to you. I’ll call you later this week.”

He groaned staring at his watch. “Shit. Daphne is going to kill me!” He grabbed his keys off the table and ran for the door. “Lock up when you leave!”

Jaebeom let out a breath of relief and stared out the windows.

^^^

Psyche eyed the fork next to her plate. The urge to stab herself in her eye was overwhelming. Crap, anything to get her out of this dinner would suffice. After being practically treated like a Barbie doll, her sisters and father shoved her outside towards this man...if you would consider him one.

Oily would have been a better word to describe him. He couldn’t stop staring at her on their drive to the restaurant. Drowning on and on about his job.

“Of course I went to Harvard. Father would have had a heart attack if I went to Yale.”

Thankfully, the restaurant wasn’t far from her home and they were seated immediately after walking inside.

She took a long sip of her water and glanced over the menu. He’d been too busy looking in his reflection in one of the spoons to notice the server coming forward to greet them. Psyche chuckled nervously giving the server a look of apology.

“Nars?”

He fixed his hair in the spoon, making small kissing noises. Psyche frowned as her gaze hardened.

“Nars!” This time her tone was sharper.

He looked away begrudgingly. “Hmm? You were saying?”

She sighed, settling in her chair. “Our server is inquiring about drinks.” 

He let out a huff of annoyance barely giving the poor man a glance. “Pellegrino with lemon. Lots of it.” He gave her a dazzling smile across the table. “I don’t put toxins into my body. Only clean living.”

His phone began to vibrate and held a finger up to answer the call.

Psyche gave another fake laugh. “That’s interesting.” As the server went to exit past her, she pulled on his coat tail. “Vodka and lime...double. Keep them coming.”

The server acknowledged her and walked off. 

Nars ended his call and gave Psyche a wink. “Soooo, Victoria informed me you’re a model.”

Psyche nodded as their drinks came and she took a generous sip from her glass. She sighed happily. This was going to take all her patience...and liquor to get her through this trainwreck of a date.

“Yes, I model.”

Nars chuckled, drumming his hands on the table. “Must be nice to have a hobby.”

Psyche’s lips turned down staring at him. “I wouldn’t call it a hobby. It’s a job. A lifestyle. Though I sort of fell into it, I’ve learned to appreciate it.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he nodded, not really listening. “Well, once you settle down, you won’t have to worry your pretty little self about it.”

Her cheeks burned as she shifted in her chair. Her shoe tapped against the leg of the table. The more she sat with him, the more she could see how bad this was going. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Nars sighed reaching over to squeeze her hand, Psyche recoiling from his touch. He ignored her expression and continued talking. “It’s simple. When we get married you won't need to work. I’ll take care of the finances and you’ll take care of the household.”

Psyche snorted as she yanked her hand away from his. “I don’t know what world you’re living in, but I can assure you, we won’t be getting married.”

Nars froze giving her an odd look. Flustered, he tried to recover. “How can you say that, Psyche? Your father–”

“My father has nothing to do with anything,” her voice rising as she stood up. “But I know one thing, this disaster of a date is over and I’m leaving!”

She snatched her purse up and stormed out of the restaurant leaving Nars in a stupor. Everyone around the restaurant looked in surprise, whispering to each other. 

In the divider next to Nar’s table, Jackson sat there with his wife. A bemused expression on his face. Daphne turned back in her chair to face him.

“Honey, what was that all about?” 

Jackson chuckled while taking a sip of wine. “I haven’t the slightest clue.”

His eyes glinted in mischief. An idea already forming in his mind. 

^^^

After that disastrous date—if you were to call it that—she went to walk around on the beach to clear her thoughts. Losing track of time, she barely had enough battery left to get a ride back home.

Psyche tipped the Uber driver and wished them a goodnight before walking into her home. The sun had already begun to rise. She glanced at her watch and winced. She’d been out all night.

She slipped off her heels placing them in her hand as she walked up to her room, making sure not to make a sound. A sigh of relief passed her lips as she walked by the living room. No one was there.

Good. Everyone should still be in bed.

She took the steps two at a time going to the end of the hall towards her room. Luckily, the rest of the doors were shut so no one would know she went by. Her posture relaxed as she pushed her door open to the darkened room. Just then, the lamp ner her dresser clicked on. She jumped in surprise to see her father sitting by the window.

“Hello, mi cielito.”

“Papi,” she cried, clutching her chest. “You scared me!” Psyche breathed for a moment collecting her thoughts. Confusion passed her face. “Wait. Why are you in my room?”

He crossed his arms over his chest staring at her in disappointment. “You know how long I stayed awake waiting for you to come home?” He grunted as he rose from his position. “I thought maybe you and Nars hit it off and were getting to know each other more and lost track of time. But to my surprise, he calls Victoria livid that you walked out on your date with him after hurling some insults.”

“Papi, I–”

“–I say ‘No mi cielito, she’s my angel’. But then you wouldn’t answer your phone.”

Psyche shook her head, “Listen, I went for a walk and lost track of time. I barely had enough battery to get back home. Seriously,” she babbled before her temper flared. “I did him a favor. He was the worst human being I’ve ever come across. I would rather do a photoshoot in the dead of winter than see Nars again!”

“That’s it!” Her father roared making her tremble. He stomped his foot, stalking towards her. “We tried this the easy way Psyche, but you’re breaking our hearts,” he growled. “You’re going to see a matchmaker. Tonight!”

“But–”

“I don’t want to hear it. We leave in the evening!” He pushed past, slamming the door behind her.

^^^

“So let me get this straight, I have to pretend to be a matchmaker that uses the stars to find her match?”

Jackson blinked at Daphne helping her with the costume. “When you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous.”

She adjusted the dress tying back the straps and gave him a bemused smirk. “Well honey, it does.” She walked over to the mirror to adjust her lipstick. “I mean why can’t Jaebeom just tell her how he feels? Why the whole song and dance?”

Jackson sighed out loud combing through his hair. “Dumpling, we talked about it. He can’t unless she comes willingly. Her heart has to be open to the possibility.”

Besides, he’s under the influence of his darts, that dumbass.

Daphne brushed her hair into a bun and shrugged. “Whatever you say, dear. I’ll help. Plus I’m tired of him moping around our house. I miss our privacy.”

Jackson chuckled reaching down to kiss her forehead gently. “Me too. We help Jaebeom, we get our place back.”

A knock came from the door making them part. Jackson smiled giving her a once-over. “Showtime. just remember what we discussed and it all will go according to the plan.”

Daphne pressed a quick kiss to his lips and ran from the back room into the main area. She looked impressed at how quickly Jackson was able to change their living room.  It almost reminded her of those little psychic shops around the city. 

She walked over to the door opening it with a smile. Psyche and her father stood in the doorway, one smiling with the other scowling.

Daphne gestured wide. “Come in! Come in! Please. I’ve been expecting you. Welcome!”

Psyche’s father pulled her inside as he looked around. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.”

Daphne tsked, leading them to the couches. “Nonsense. I always have time for a match.” She replied, taking a seat. Psyche’s father nodded with a wide grin, taking a spot on the couch next to Psyche. Psyche crossed her legs staring hard across the coffee table. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Daphne smirked. “Very well. We shall go into the back room and I will give you guidance–”

“I would like to be present,” her father interjected. 

Daphne frowned. “That’s not how it works sir.” She chuckled, grabbing the teapot and poured a cup of tea. “There are many ways to give her results so we shall see.” Daphne pushed the cup towards Psyche with a reassuring smile. “Drink, but don’t swallow the dregs of the leaves. This is how I will be able to see you are supposed to be matched with.”

Psyche muttered as she grabbed the cup. This was ridiculous. The only reason she even agreed to this was so her father would stop pressing her about marriage. 

This probably won’t do anything. She won’t come up with a match.

Psyche sipped the tea, grimacing at the bitter notes. Swallowing it in three big gulps, she shoved the cup to Daphne and sat back on the couch. 

Daphne took the cup and swirled the tea dregs, whispering to herself. She let out a cry, almost dropping the cup. Her eyes widened as she stared at Psyche.

“In a fortnight, you’ll meet your fate. Under the Rose moon in black garments, you’ll meet your true love...or suffer.”

Daphne instantly dropped against the couch. Psyche’s father ran over to her in attempt to wake her. “Señora? Señora, are you alright?”

Daphne’s eyelids fluttered as she looked from Psyche to her father. “Forgive me, I...I lost myself for a moment.”

“No, no! You opened my eyes. We will listen to your words, right mi cielito?” He glanced at his daughter.

Psyche remained still on the couch. Her mind is running wild. What on earth did that woman mean? This was crazy. Too crazy to even comprehend. She didn’t know why, but a sense of dread fell over her. This wouldn’t end well. And she was positive her father wouldn’t take this message seriously.

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namgi | 35k | fluff + angst

“How is it possible that I’m falling for Yoongi-hyung again after more than five years?” Namjoon buries his head in his hands, distressed.

Taehyung hums from next to him as he takes a sip of his soda.

“Maybe you never were over him,” Taehyung says, in a tone that sounds way too casual for what just left his mouth.

(or: namjoon and yoongi have known each other for ten years)

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[sopewriters]

Mιɳԃ Gαɱҽʂ | 01

Summary: With a murderer prowling the streets, and a charming villain on the loose, all bets are off.

Pairing: Jaehhyun X Reader; Hero x Villain AU

Word Count: 4.9K

Warning(s): None yet.

“Run the tape again.”

The screen flickers dimly, lighting up your gaunt features. Every part of you screams of exhaustion, as it should – you’ve hardly gotten any sleep all night. Your fingers tap against the desk in front of you, restless, and it takes everything in you not to bounce your leg.

The man beside you – your partner – looks at your tense jaw, pursed lips, and frowns. “You can take a break for tonight, you know. I doubt they’ll come back so soon.”

“But you don’t know that.” You correct harshly, making him recoil. Guilt stabs at you, and you sigh. “Sorry, I… I’m sorry Mark, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

Mark smiles at you, and you only now notice the pallor of his cheeks, the shadows under his eyes. Your partner hasn’t gotten anymore sleep than you have. With a large, cracking yawn that could probably split a lesser man’s face open, you shake your head.

The protest – or lack, thereof – building on Mark’s lips immediately dies, and he exhales heavily.

“This guy is unreal.” He comments, dropping back into his seat beside you. “How does he avoid the cameras so well? They were even set up so no one would be able to dodge them – is this his Gift, do you think?”

You cast a wry glance at him, then. “No, Mark, we both know for a fact that his Gift isn’t invisibility. Remember the one time he made some sort of illusion to throw the cops off his trail?”

“Ah, right.” Something like awe passes quickly over his face, though he’s careful to school his expression at your chiding glance. “I forgot.”

“Funny, you were gushing about how wicked Joker was for weeks.” You nudge him lightly, a tiny grin on your lips – probably for the first time tonight. “It was cute.”

His cheeks immediately flush – adorable – and you wish there were better lighting so you could see them better.

Unfortunately, being a superpowered vigilante can really cast a wrench in your budget. Not everyone can be a millionaire-cum-superhero, no matter how much they’d love to be. And balancing the criminal nightlife with your actual life… well. University has always been particularly unforgiving.

“______…” He grouses, burying his face in his palms as you laugh. “Why’re you always so mean to me?”

“You just make it really easy.”

“ ______!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

Mark huffs out a breath, pushing away from the desk and standing up to flick on the light. “I’m not even gonna bother. I know you aren’t going to drop it!”

“You’re – oh my fucking god, turn the lights back off!” The measly light you do have is still blinding, making your head almost ache from how bright they are. “Mark!”

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” He laughs, dodging one of your well-timed swipes. “Alright, I’m going to jet before you actually manage to hit me again. Please try and get some rest? We’ll go over this again tomorrow.”

He looks at you imploringly.

You laugh fakely. “Oh, yeah, of course!”

Mark sighs, resigned, and gives you a waning smile as he moves to leave. He pauses, briefly. “We should really find a new HQ.”

You look around at your converted closet, thinking he’s not wrong. But, again, life isn’t quite like the movies and you don’t really have the money to spare on much beyond your daily necessities. Frozen food isn’t quite as cheap as it used to be around these parts. If anything, you’re lucky you have a walk-in closet large enough to accommodate a small desk, especially in your dorm.

Going to an expensive college in a rich part of town does have some benefits even if, tuition aside, you’re financially on your own.

“We’ll see,” you mumble tiredly, head thumping softly against said desk. “You know how tight our budget is.”

“Yeah, I do.” Mark looks apologetic, giving you a quick wave before he’s stepping out, likely heading back to his own room.

Now that he’s gone, though, your place is entirely too quiet, and it really puts you on edge. At least Mark turned the light on, earlier – you might as well credit him for that – so it’s not as creepy as it could be. But still.

You turn back to the monitor, mouth pursing into a frown as you watch the slight flicker of shadows – the criminal’s only trail. Something about this guy doesn’t seem all that right, and it’s seriously making you paranoid. You’ve never interacted with him, though – that, as it seems, only really happens to the licensed superheroes in your sector – but there’s just something about him…

You turn off the monitor with a sigh, wondering why on earth you’ve stupidly chosen to deal with this guy, of all people. You ignore the little niggling in the back of your mind that tells you that you’re really just trying to put off real-life responsibilities by taking unnecessary tasks upon yourself; that’s totally not true, no. What – why would anyone think that?!

You duck your head out of your closet, tentatively stepping out into your actual room. There isn’t much in there; just your bed, a cabinet for your papers and files, and a dresser in which your clothes actually go. Most of the place is just free space, honestly, and you could have your whole hero setup here, but… secrecy is important. And your closet is a lot more private than your room itself, for obvious reasons.

“ ______ !!” The door slams open, and your enraged best friend storms inside.

Case in point.

“Hey, F/N…” You say awkwardly, leaning against your bed so you can look at her fuming face. “Um. Fancy seeing you here?”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” She pinches the bridge of her nose, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. “It’s almost midnight!”

“Why aren’t you asleep?” You counter, eyes catching onto her mussed hair, puffy eyes. “I was so quiet; how could I possibly have—?”

“Mark.” She says simply, to which you inwardly groan. Of course. Mark “Clumsy” Lee lives up to his name, yet again. “Are you sure you two aren’t dating? He’s been over for whole nights before.”

“What, are girls and guys not allowed to spend the night without dating or screwing around?” You snap defensively. Too defensively, judging by the smirk forming on her face. “No. No, no, no. Whatever bullshit you’re going to spew at me right now, save it, because I sure as hell won’t like it.”

“I’m just saying, denial isn’t just a river in Egypt,” she sings, ducking to narrowly avoid a pillow projectile. “It’s not a big deal! Mark’s super cute.”

“And you can have him.” You mutter in response, shuddering at the thought of dating him. Being in close quarters has really educated you to some of his more… quirky habits, and you couldn’t ever deal with that on a permanent basis. Plus, he’s not really your type.

F/N just rolls her eyes at you. “Whatever, pretend all you want. I know the truth though.”

“Is there something you actually need?” You level her with a flat stare. “Or are you just trying to snoop in on me?”

She smiles guiltily, like the guilty person she is. It might as well be branded on her forehead, G-U-I-L-T-Y, and you really hope she trips over one of her stupid pencils and stumbles down to hell.

What? You can be petty if you want to be, and it’s all in your head anyway. No one will ever know.

“No, there’s nothing important.” She assures you, though you really don’t need her assurance. “I just… worry about you sometimes, you know?”

“Well gee, thanks for making my night a whole lot better with that vote of confidence.” You mutter, sarcastic as ever, though your subsequent words die on your tongue at her sharp look.

“Relax, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to know if you were going to go to bed, or if you couldn’t sleep or something.” She shrugs. “I’m being rebellious and staying up past my bedtime.”

Well.

You grin sharply at that. Maybe she can stay in the land of the living for a little longer. You take back everything you thought just a few moments ago. “Oh, have I been waiting for this day.”

So. Staying up last night was possibly the worst decision you’ve ever made. Your eyes feel like they might just pop out of their sockets any moment now and the only thing that could possibly make this better is a good cup of coffee. Or, even better, two.

But life, as always, is cruel.

“I hate you.” You mutter at your coffee pot, squinting angrily at it through stinging eyes. “You had one fucking job.”

Yep. The coffee pot, as fate would have it, has completely broken down – just to deprive you of your life, of course, no big deal. Who even needs to be awake for their 8AM discussion anyway, right?

“Stupid, useless hunk of garbage, I should just melt you down already.” Your fevered death chant follows you all the way to the front door as you sling your backpack over your shoulder. It stops there, though, because you’re too tired to keep it up.

F/N’s lucky she doesn’t have to wake up early today, and you angrily curse her in your head because goodwill? It’s all gone now. Maybe she’ll get a really bad case of the Hiccups. Maybe it’ll be terminal Hiccups.

You cringe at your own deviousness.

You manage to bike all the way to class without perishing which, in your books, deserves a gold star. You don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve somehow managed to not get hit by a car, or a bus, or a truck, or another bike, or a pedestrian (though you wouldn’t really mind that last option. People really need to stop looking at their phones while they walk, holy shit). It’s a miracle, truly.

Maybe it’s because you’ve got to attend a Classics discussion; shockingly, it’s one of your more bearable classes. Scratch that, it’s possibly one of your favorites. You might be a STEM major, but the way they discuss mythology in this class really gets to you.

And, of course, there’s your TA too. He’s probably one of the kindest, sweetest people you know – and that’s saying something, given that you know Mark and are even acquainted with Wong Yukhei, the Student Council VP. No, you don’t know how that happened and, frankly, don’t care to find out either.

“Hey there, ______.” You look up at the sound of your name, seeing your TA cock his head at you a little quizzically. “You okay? You seem a little out of breath.”

Yeah, it’s no big, I practically just pulled an all-nighter and biked all the way here using the mothballs that are my eyes, with the level of coffee running through my bloodstream hitting a critical low. It’s fine, it’s totally fine! And if you weren’t the unobservant piece of crap, sweetheart you are, I’d feel a hell of a lot better—

“I’m fine.” You make an effort not to let your gasps for air grow too obvious, giving him a strained smile. “I just, um – just biked here.”

“Ah, I see. You can come inside, you know, sit down.” He holds the door wide open for you, letting you slip inside. “Do you have water? Would you like me to get you some?”

He gives you an appraising look. “Though, something tells me you need something stronger? Coffee, maybe?”

He holds up a thermos, shaking it gently with a questioning look on his face; and, on cue, your mouth begins to water. You need it. You must have it.

“What gave it away?” You chuckle weakly, before shaking your head. “No thanks, Jungwoo, but I appreciate it.”

You last remaining braincells cry, extremely sorry for your loss.

Jungwoo sighs, “I don’t mind sharing, ______, trust me. I promise I didn’t poison it or anything, and I won’t give you much – just a tiny cup.”

He pours some out into the cap of his flask, offering it to you. You stare at the beautifully crafted drink of perfection, steam gently curling off it, and wonder if Kim Jungwoo is a god. He must be, with this sort of impeccable timing.

Still, you’d feel a little awkward taking a drink from a TA that you actually don’t know all that well. That… might not be a good idea.

“I’m really fine.” You smile tightly at him. “I promise. Thank you, though.”

But why?! your brain cells demand, and you don’t have a satisfactory answer for them.

“If you’re sure.” He shrugs it off easily, smile never dimming. He’s pretty cute when he smiles – basically, all the time – but he isn’t really your type.

You think back to the crush you used to harbor on Yukhei. Your cheeks burn when you remember that you still find your gaze fixed to his long, slender fingers on more than one occasion – but you can’t help that. He’s just… too much. It’s unfair, really. But yeah, that’s your type. Tall and handsome, and unfair.

Great, and now you’re thinking about Jung Jaehyun.

You settle back into your desk and will your blush away as you begin pulling out a notebook and a pencil. You don’t usually take notes during section – not unless you’ve got some big essay coming up that he’d review in class – but it gives you something to do instead of just sitting idle.

You quickly sneak a peek at Jungwoo and, seeing that he’s preoccupied leafing through some of his notes, play a game of Catch the Pen. You locate the nearest shadow and guide your pencil through it, propelling it with enough of a velocity for it to hurtle out of another shadow to nestle comfortably between your fingers. It’s basically like playing catch with yourself.

And yeah, it got boring after the third or fourth time, but your only other option is using your phone, which – hey, not a bad idea. A quick scroll through your social media has you holding back your coos when you see videos of cute puppies attempting to do even cuter things. God, do you love dogs.

It’s only when Jungwoo raps his fist against his desk – a cue for all of you to start paying attention – that you notice that the empty desks from before have all been filled up. You quickly stash your phone in your back pocket, before leaning forward on your desk, settling your cheek in the palm of your hand as you force yourself to pay attention.

Ah, damn it. Your eyes still sting.

“Good morning guys!” Jungwoo beams at you, entirely too cheery for your tastes, given that it’s eight in the fucking morning. “How were your weekends?”

Your mind flashes back to your weekend, and you suppress a wince. Yeah. That was… not a good time, especially for the vigilante Caligo – for you. After getting your ass pummeled by a random guy in a mask – a random guy who you think just might be Joker, thief extraordinaire, and the person who you were watching through the footage last night – you weren’t really having a great time.

Not to mention your purpled cheek, courtesy of a deck to the face. You bruise like a peach and you’re really fucking lucky that F/N has a healing ability and a penchant to not ask difficult questions. She probably thinks you’re getting caught up in some shady business – drugs, maybe? – and honestly, that wouldn’t be too far from the truth, if a little exaggerated.

Jungwoo, luckily, takes the grumbled mutterings from the rest of your class that perfectly encapsulate your weekend experience in stride, beaming excitedly and holding up a faded copy of the translation of Ovid’s The Fall of Icarus. “Well, nothing better than this to turn that around, yeah?”

You hold back a sigh as you flip to the page he’ll inevitably bring up. You’d rather read about Icarus, who the book’s title deceptively alludes to, than the rest of these short stories. But, well. As life would have it—

“Let’s talk about what happened with Theseus and the Minotaur, shall we?”

A part of you is grateful that you’ve managed to survive most of your day, and it’s really only the thought of going to your chem lab that makes you perk up.

Now, don’t be misled; you still hate having to go to lab. The actual practice, in itself, isn’t all that hard, but the fact that you have to do it at all is just so ugh. Frankly, you’re only going because it’s required for your major, because fuck chemistry, and doubly fuck organic chemistry. It’s all just way too stressful.

But, well, back to the main point: lab is only really fun because you get a whole two and a half hours to fully appreciate some A+ eye-candy. Not that you would ever actually want to objectify him that way, but your TA is just so gorgeous that it’s unfair, really. Just a smile from him could have you tripping over your feet and potentially spilling dangerous chemicals all over yourself.

As it is, you’ve managed to survive so far, if only to irritate F/N with your very accurate description of how sharp his jawline is, how his dimple is to die for, how he just looks so dependable and warm and—

“Hey Jaehyun.” You greet him as you wait outside the lab. No one’s really allowed in until your TA – Jaehyun, basically – lets you.

Jung Jaehyun, AKA “God who has literally descended from the Heavens to bless your undeserving soul”, smiles at you and – aw, yeah, there it is. That fucking dimple. Paired with his soft, unassuming smile, and the reassuring warmth of his eyes as they look at you through the soft fringe of his hair—

Deadly. That’s what he is.

“Hey ______, how’s it going?” He greets cheerily, not unlike Jungwoo earlier. The only difference is that it’s actually a humane hour of the day right now; a little past noon as opposed to oh, you know, the crack of dawn. You still hate any and all sunlight, no doubt about it – especially with the night lending itself to your element – but at least you’re somewhat awake now.

Jaehyun fiddles with the keyhole before pushing the door open. Is a lab coat supposed to look this good on a person? You aren’t sure.

“It’s pretty meh.” You offer him a shrug and what you hope is not a dorky smile. “Just stressed, you know.”

“Oh, I figured.” He nods, raising an eyebrow. “Apparently Professor Kim’s being super hard on you guys for this first midterm and, I won’t lie, with her past record…” Jaehyun winces. “Yeah, things might be a little stressful. But you’re capable, and I know you can do it with the right amount of hard work and effort.”

Then, like he hasn’t just sprung an unwarranted pep talk on what’s left of your dreary soul, he disappears behind the door. You stare at it like it’ll give you the answers racing through your mind; what the fuck, how the hell does he know exactly what to say, how the fuck is he always so gorgeous…? etcetera, etcetera.

Immediately, you pull out your phone and text F/N.

 You:

Oh my fucking god, I think Jaehyun and I just had a moment

Not like a Moment but he literally just gave me the best pep talk in my life, 5 stars on yelp

Jaehyun’s my TA btw

 Checking the time, you impatiently rock forward on the balls of your feet, biting at your lips. You figure that, maybe, instead of constantly thinking about how gorgeous Jaehyun is, you should probably also start thinking about the experiment for today. It’s just some simple identification tests, thank goodness, but those could take a long time – especially if you have to share your resources with the rest of the class.

Sharing is caring, they say and they’re wrong. Sharing, in most cases, is essentially just shooting yourself in the foot, and you’ll stand by that until the end of time. You used to share everything – even your heart – after all, and where did that get you?

You shove all of that away, filing it into the mental Untouchable cabinet and locking it up. You’re a busy person now, and you can’t waste time delving into the past. For all your bravado and bluster, though, you just… sometimes feel like you always make the worst decisions for yourself and you’re just tired of having to put yourself through the same things again and again. Like – like clockwork.

The door cracks open, and Jaehyun pokes his head outside. “Huh, that’s weird. No one else is here yet?”

A quick glance around you shows you that no, there really isn’t anyone else here yet. What the fuck? You check your phone, though, and see you still have ten minutes before lab actually begins. Ah, yeah, that makes a lot more sense now.

“You can come in anyway.” Jaehyun grins at you charmingly, and you dimly wonder if he knows the effect he has on people, with how easily he throws that smile around. “Maybe get set up? You can’t start before the rest of your class is here, obviously, but you can still be prepared.”

“Of course!” You beam at him, a little shocked at how easy it is to smile at him. With how things have been going, with both your personal life and – ehem – line of work, this is actually nothing short of a miracle.

Jaehyun really is a great guy and you think to yourself, a little sadly, that whoever gets to date him is a really lucky person. It’s not like you expect for life to work out like a fairytale with you as the persevering royal protagonist who gets the prince she’s only ever dreamed of.

Oh, you wish though. Sometimes, you even wish you had the power to make wishes come true instead of the shadow manipulation that comes so easily to you. When you think about it, you immediately discard the thought; you’re happy with your Gift, though it does get a little tricky navigating its faults.

Faults that Joker took advantage of over the weekend, obviously. You seriously screwed that one up though, to be fair, you kind of had to get home pronto to finish up your biology lab report. Still, a screw up is, ultimately, a screw up. It’s not going to change just because you slapped some excuses onto it.

Your fingers spasm, clenching tightly around your lab notebook and digging into its spiral binding as you remember, all too vividly, what happened over the weekend; the way Joker just slid out of your bindings and smirked at you, lips brushing against your ear as he revealed it was all a lie—

The spiking pain in your hand forces you to let go of your book, allowing it to drop onto the table with a muffled thump. It was all your fault, really, for not realizing that, since Joker had a Gift that allowed him to make illusions, he would obviously take advantage of it to distract you.

You were such a fucking idiot.

“Hey.” Your lab partner slides into the seat beside yours, effectively distracting you from thinking about your Weekend Failure some more. “Please tell me that I’m not the only one who thinks that the data for this lab report was ridiculous.”

“You’re not.” A light smile pulls at your lips and you try to forget about everything else. “It was pretty crazy.”

It’s not until you step out of lab a few hours later, blinking the sun out of your eyes, that you see that F/N’s finally responded to your texts.

 Wifey!! <3:

i’m glad he was so kind to you!

and yeah babe, i think you’d realize i know who Jaehyun is by now

you’ve only mentioned him a billion times

you’re such a puppy

You:

He was really nice man, he made me feel like I could actually do this

I mean idk how long it’ll last but it’s nice of him to even try ;-;

And I think you’d realize I know I’m a puppy by now

You’ve only told me, like, a billion times

 Let it be said that you’re never one to let the opportunity to be petty go to waste.

A week later, you’re sprinting up the street between your favorite Thai place and the café F/N likes to frequent, short puffs of breath escaping your lungs into the cold night air. Your worn sneakers slap against the concrete as you try to find a secluded location for you to change covertly into more appropriate ‘crime-fighting’ clothing, when your frantic gaze lands on a relatively abandoned alleyway.

Key word: ‘relatively’, because there’s really only a cat in there, of course.

“Fuck yeah!” You whisper triumphantly under your breath, stepping into the shadows cast by the nightlights, letting their familiar chill wash over you, twist its way around your waist and seep under your skin, a comfortable, cool pressure—

And you’re out again, a couple of blocks ahead of where you started, and sprint up the street, jumping shadows to the second floor of a building, from where you see figure flying overhead.

You smirk. Right on time.

“Hey! Mind giving me a lift?!” You holler up, and with a flick of his wrist, you’re being lifted off your feet, propelled to the very top of the building. A grin pulls at the corner of your mouth, and you give in as you zip along after the figure ahead, who’s dressed in dark blue. “Thanks G!”

Gravitas – Mark – spares a look at you through his mask as he runs ahead, leaping gracefully over to the next building. “Hey Caligo!”

A grin pulls at the corner of your lips through your own mask, fully visible since it only extends to the bridge of your nose. He wants to play it like that, does he?

“Impressive, but you’ve got nothing on me!” You arch in a graceful backflip over the gap between the buildings, landing steadily on your feet.

Mark chuckles lightly at you, shaking his head when you skip ahead of him through the shadows. Like you aren’t going to wring out every advantage your Gift could possibly give you; there’s no way you’re letting him have the satisfaction of possibly being better than you.

“See anyone we need to beat up?” You slow your pace enough for him to run beside you, not needing to shout to be heard.

Mark’s mask covers his entire face, but you’re pretty sure you know the look he’s got on his face right now; that little dip between his eyebrows and the lightest pout on his lips. He’s really too predictable.

“We aren’t looking for people to beat up.” He corrects you. “We’re looking for people to save.”

You come to a stop so you can face him properly, hands settling on your hips. The seriousness of the situation doesn’t stop you from keeping the playfulness from your voice, though, forced as it might sound.

“Now that’s the mind of a future hero-in-the-making.” You shrug, mouth pursing into a tense smile. “The rest of us don’t really care so much about that, you know.”

Mark falters, nearly tripping over himself even though he’s slowed to a walk. “That isn’t what I was trying to imply, you know that.”

“I know.” You provide him with another half-shrug. “I’m just saying that I’m here to beat people up; you can call it saving people or whatever else satisfies your hero-complex but, at the end of the day, someone’s still getting beat.”

No matter how close the two of you are, this is an age old argument that neither of you have been able to shake off; the constant debate of vigilantism versus heroism. At the end of the day, you’re getting the same things done, so why Mark needs to get so prickly about it is beyond you.

He is training to be a hero – which you’ve grudgingly accepted, despite your misgivings – so that might be it. Unlike you, he’s always interested in those caped fantasies, in saving the day and happy endings. Even he has to admit it; Mark is the definition of a happy fool.

And you? Well, that’d make you the tortured genius – though there’s nothing particularly genius about you. Just tortured.

“At the end of the day, we’re still saving people too.” Mark’s voice is low, brittle. “We’ve talked about this before.”

“And we’ve always ended it the same way.” You force yourself to keep your calm, though you itch to blow up at him. “So what makes this time so different?”

Mark starts forward, about to answer, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice. A very unwelcome voice.

“Hope I’m not interrupting!”

There’s a muffled thump, like someone’s landing on their feet, as you slowly turn around, eyes growing wide behind your mask.

Decked out in a tight-fitting leather bodysuit and a black choker, which delicately circles his neck, he looks at you with dancing, mischievous eyes. The black eye mask that sculpts itself to his face prevents you from being able figure out who the man behind the mask is, but that isn’t your priority right now, because you know who this is, standing in front of you with that cheeky grin.

“Joker.”

Written By: Midnight

The amazing moodboard was done by Sangria! Blessed that I am to have such a perfect wife <3

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[nightbts]

three + one | pjm

pairing: park jimin + bff! reader 

word count: 4.7k 

genre: fluff, angst + friends to lovers! au 

warning: underage drinking 

from diapers and awkward middle school dances to graduation and crowded college parties, you and park jimin were together, side by side through it all. walk through your friendship through the three times you kissed park jimin and the one time he kissed you, the kiss that finally changed everything. 

[ age: six ] 

“Someone save me!” you cried dramatically, “Who will rescue me from this dragon who wants to eat me!?” You flailed your arms about, hoping to gain attention from the boy who stood below the slide upon which you were sitting on. 

“Princess! I am coming to rescue you!” Jimin yelled, as he charged towards the ladder, effortlessly swinging himself onto the wooden structure as he pulled out his fake toy sword. 

“Rawr!” Taehyung growled as he stomped towards Jimin. Lifting up his hands, he curled his fingers outward in an attempt to resemble dragon claws, “You can’t take away my dinner!” 

You watched as Jimin rolled underneath Taehyung’s legs, just for Taehyung to grab onto the back of Jimin’s shirt and pull him back away from you. Just then, you watched as Jimin flipped Taehyung over and pretended to stick the sword into his side. 

“Noooooo!” Taehyung groaned in dramatic fashion, as his entire body began to shake before slowly coming to a stop, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, as he moaned, “I’m dead.” 

Holding back giggles at Taehyung’s acting, your attention was quickly pulled to Jimin who came running towards you. 

“My knight in shining armor!” you cheered, your smile reaching the ends of your face as Jimin crouched down beside you, a triumphant look on his face,“I’m here Princess!” 

Pretending to untie the rope Taehyung had told you to imagine he tied around you, the second you were “free”, you threw your arms around Jimin’s neck and pulled him into a hug, “Yay, you saved me!” 

Returning the hug, Jimin laughed into your shoulder before you pulled away from him. 

“I must reward you for your bravery!” you said with a firm nod. Ignoring the look of confusion on Jimin’s face, you moved to his side before giving him a kiss on his cheek. 

Making your way down the slide you were “trapped” upon, Jimin sat there in slight surprise as his face flushed, his cheeks burning where your lips had touched them.  

[ age: fourteen ] 

“Stop looking over there. You are practically staring.” you scowled in a hushed whisper as you tugged at his tie, trying to bring his attention back to you. 

The lights in your middle school gym had dimmed down softly, a soft mix of purples and pinks lighting up the floor as the DJ played a slow song, the soft melody playing through the overhead speakers. 

Stepping on your foot at that exact moment, you let out a soft yelp! as Jimin cursed under his breath, his eyes still trained on a certain figure who was dancing a couple feet away from you. 

Finally looking at you, the scowl on your face slowly disappeared as you saw him look at you sadly, disappointment painted freshly across his face. Sighing softly, you said, “Jimin, I told you this wasn’t a good idea.” 

Nodding, his eyes fluttered close before murmuring, his awkward grip tightening on your waist, “Yea, I know. I didn’t know what I was thinking.” 

Turning the both of you around, as casually as possible, your gaze fell upon Soohyun as she danced with Taehyung, her face sporting the brightest smile possible as she stared at him with a soft twinkle in her eye. 

“Why didn’t you tell Taehyung you liked her?” you whispered quietly. Half shrugging, he replied sadly, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” before adding with a shake of his head, “Didn’t think it would hurt so much when he asked her and she said yes.” 

"You’re such an idiot.” you mumbled under your breath, to which Jimin quirked his brow at. 

This time it was his turn to scowl at you, “Hey, that’s not very nice. At least you don’t have a stupid crush on someone who doesn’t like you.”

You almost snorted. The words laid at the tip of your tongue, a vague confession complaining that you in fact did have a stupid crush on someone who definitely didn’t like you back but you knew saying that would only lead to further annoying questions that you didn’t know how to answer. 

Instead you chose to just roll your eyes and stick your tongue out. Real mature for a fourteen-year old. 

The both of you continued to sway slightly, attempting to stay in rhythm as you tried your hardest to turn Jimin’s attention away from Soohyun and Taehyung. When your eyes would glance back every now and then, Jimin finally nudged your side bringing your attention back to him. 

A small smile played on the corner of his lips, "Being the one told me to stop looking, I don’t think its fair for you to do it, is it?” 

“I’m just protecting you.” you stated with a slight huff, eyes automatically glancing back as your frown deepened. Soohyun was leaning in closer to Taehyung, who’s smile was growing wider, the blush evident on his cheeks. 

“Y/N.” Jimin said softly, your name sounding like warm caramel on his lips. Turning back to look at him, you blinked at him curiously before he added, “I know you didn’t want to come, but thank you for not letting me come alone. That would’ve sucked real bad.”

Laughing softly, you gave him a smug smile, “Damn right. What would you have done without me? Let me guess, you’d be sitting in the corner crying your ass off.”

Jimin’s lips turned downwards as his eyes narrowed at you. With a scoff, he replied flatly, “Nevermind, I take it back.” 

“Too late~” 

Before you could hear Jimin’s response to your teasing remark, your eyes fell back on the dancing pair, yet this time what you witnessed had a gasp slipping past your lips. Brows knitting together, Jimin studied your face for a second before turning around, trying to follow your line of sight. But before he could, your hands flew out and grabbed his tie. 

Actions moving faster than your mind could possibly comprehend, you watched as Jimin gave you a bewildered look but when your eyes flickered at Soohyun and Taehyung’s lips meeting, the only thought in your head was: Don’t let Jimin see them Y/N, don’t!

So instead you chose to do what any normal person would do, right? 

Pulling him down, you squeezed your eyes shut before pressing your lips against Jimin’s. Hearing him let out an audible mmph! in surprise, you quickly pulled away, your heart pounding against your chest. A million feelings rushed through your body as you peeked through your lids to look at him, the tingling sensation of the boy’s lips on yours still giving you butterflies. 

“Y-Y/N, what was that—?” 

“Y-You had something on y-your lip!” you stammered, pointing your finger towards his mouth as you let out a nervous laugh. Averting your gaze, you quickly turned around and pointed towards the table filled with cups of fruit punch before asking, “You—uh, want any?!” 

Jimin’s curious gaze vanished as he nodded slowly, watching as you flashed him an awkwards thumbs up before running away into the crowd. Lifting his fingers up to his lips, he shook his head in amusement when he looked up, his fingers faltering. 

There they stood, lips barely brushing each others as he watched Soohyun giggle at something Taehyung had said. Jimin quickly turned around, his cheeks flaring up in embarrasment when he remembered the look on your face before you pulled him in for a kiss. 

Did you also see what he saw? 

Expecting himself to feel a surge of sadness as he witnessed his best friend and crush together, instead he felt nothing. Except for the subtle butterflies in his stomach from when your lips touched his, a rush of mixed emotions swam through Jimin’s heart as his lips tilted upwards into a soft smile; things were starting to change. 

Yet he didn’t exactly mind it either.

[ age: eighteen ]

Flying through high school, senior year had finally rolled around. Before you knew it, you were spending the last Christmas as high schoolers before everyone you were close with, would all be off to college pursuing their dreams. 

[8:10] jiminie:

you ready yet? i’m almost there

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your lipstick that sat on the countertop and swiped it across your lips. Turning the lights off, you quickly rushed out into the living room and slipped your feet into your shoes.

“Have fun~” your mom sang from the kitchen, as you shot her a wide smile from the front door entrance.

“Not too much fun though,” your dad added from the living room couch, giving you a knowing look to which you simply rolled your eyes at. 

[8:10] you:

yup, i’m ready

[8:10] jiminie:

bet, waiting outside

Giving your parents another goodbye, you slipped through the front door and made your way down the driveway to Jimin’s car.

“Get in loser.” He grinned, tossing back his imaginary hair as he mimicked Regina George’s infamous line. Laughing, you walked over to the other side as Jimin pushed the door open for you. 

Closing it behind you, you got settled into your seat when Jimin asked, “Ready to go have fun?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

//

When Taehyung had said he was throwing a Christmas party the weekend his parents were gone, you underestimated exactly what kind of party he was planning on throwing. People you hardly knew walked around Taehyung’s house like it was their own with red solo cups filled with alcoholic beverages as loud, club-like music blasted througout  the house. You looked around as you stared at the other girls, dressed in tight bodycon dresses and mini skirts causing you to feel overwhelmingly underdressed in your simple white blouse and boyfriend jeans.

“Taehyung!” you hissed, approaching the blonde-haired male in his kitchen, “Why didn’t you tell me this was the kind of party you were throwing?!”

Bopping his head to the beat, Taehyung simply grinned at you, “Even I didn’t know this was the kind of party I was throwing. People just assumed and some even brought drinks themselves.”

Groaning slightly, you pressed your back against the kitchen countertop.

“You look fine, don’t stress about it.” a voice whispered into your side. Looking up at Jimin, you pouted softly, “Easy for you to say, you’re actually dressed well for tonight.” 

Checking himself out, he gave you a smirk as he cocked his head to the side, “I guess you’re right about that.”

Rolling your eyes, you started to retort something smart in return when you suddenly heard the club-like disco music die down and Michael Buble’s Christmas album erupt through the speakers. Turning towards Taehyung who shot you a knowing grin, you flashed him a thumbs up despite the groans from various people across the room.  

In time, everyone started feeling their way into the Christimas spirit, mouthing along the lyrics everyone’s heard since their childhood days as they all laughed together. After all, who could resist some bomb ass christmas music? 

A couple of drinks in, you were feeling the alcohol finally hit you; your steps became heavy and light at the same time as you stumbled through crowds of people, singing the lyrics to the song playing in the most off-tune manner possible. 

As you reached a doorframe, your hand reached out to grab it in attempt to gather your balance when you felt a hand wrap around your arm, “Seems like someone had a bit much to drink, Y/N.” 

Looking up, your smile widened up to your eyes as you took in the figure in front of you, “Hey there, handsome.” 

Laughing slightly, Jimin shook his head in amusement. He looked down at you as your hands grabbed at his denim jacket, playing with the buttons nonchalantly. 

“Did I tell ya you look good today?” you asked teasingly, as you pulled him closer to you, your faces only several inches apart from each other.

Jimin’s eyes widened in slight surprise at your actions, he knew you’d never do this if you had been sober and didn’t know how to react at all.

Before Jimin could say anything, he heard a loud woot! and look over there’s! being yelled in your direction. Scrunching your nose up in confusion, you turned to your side to see several people pointing at you before many started cheering in unison “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“Wha—” you started, blinking in confusion as the slight ruckus brought you out of your drunk state. Looking back at Jimin, you saw him staring above you as your gaze followed his.

Hanging from the top of the doorframe under which you and Jimin were standing, was a neatly wrapped mistletoe. Your eyes suddenly widened as your breath hitched in your throat. Looking back down, you met Jimin’s gaze as you saw his face, completely drained of color.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The cheers continued around you, some starting to complain at the lack of any action between you too and others openly wishing it had been them stuck under the mistletoe with Jimin and not you.

You didn’t know whether it was those comments or the hidden burning desire inside you to feel those lips against yours, but your grip on his jacket only tightened as the agonizing slow seconds ticked by.

“Hey, you don’t need to...” Jimin finally murmured, bringing your attention back to him. 

“It’s not a big deal.” he added, averting his gaze from you as he shot nervous smiles towards those who continued to cheer at you both to do something. 

But to you, it was a big deal. Jimin was always a big deal to you. 

So instead, you ignored his words and grabbed his face, turning it back to face you. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden motion, flickering to your hands that laid on either side of his face. 

“Y/N—?” 

Without a second thought, you took in a deep breath before you reached up and pressed your lips firmly against his. You felt him stiffen against you for a second; fear coursed through your body as you started to pull away, an apology resting at the tip of your tongue. However, before you could do anything, you felt a pair of arms snake around you waist and pull you closer, lips meeting yours again in a kiss like never before. 

As the cheers around you heightened in volume, you could hear absolutely nothing besides the sound of your heart hammering away in your chest as Jimin kissed you back, harder and harder until you could feel, see, hear, taste and smell nothing but Jimin. 

Feeling yourself out of breath, the both of you pulled away, foreheads resting against each other as you panted, your chest rising up and down. Your eyes flickered up and caught Jimin’s, who was already staring at you. For the first time, he had an undreadable expression on his face. Usually able to tell how Jimin was feeling by a simple look at his face, today it was like you were staring at a stranger. 

Your hands dropped from his denim jacket as you stared down at the ground, tongue-tied in your mouth as your lips still felt like they were on fire. The people around you had finally stopped paying attention as they had seen what they had wanted, many resuming back to drinking and dancing with their friends while you and Jimin remained frozen under the mistletoe. 

Feeling a slight tug on your arm, you turned to see Taehyung standing beside you. You watched as he shot Jimin a grin before pulling on the sleeve of your blouse yet again, motioning for you to follow him. Almost immediately, you nodded as you allowed yourself to be pulled away from Taehyung. 

Anywhere that isn’t here, you thought to yourself.

Finding yourself a good bit away from Jimin, you finally stopped Taehyung who looked back at you, his smile dropping as his brows furrowed in concern, “Hey are you alright—?”

You placed a hand on his, “It’s okay, it’s not a big deal.” 

Of all the people you were friends with, Taehyung had been the only one to understand your feelings towards Jimin, the feelings that even you yourself had yet to figure out completely. He was always there when you had to rant about random things that didn’t make sense to you; instead of forcing anything on you, he just listened and let you say what you had to say. And for that, you were always thankful. 

“I swear, I didn’t put that mistletoe up there.” he replied with a frown. 

Laughing lightly, you shook your head, “It’s alright Taehyung, it’s nobody’s fault. I had a bit to drink anyways so...” you trailed off.

Subconsciously, you found yourself looking back at where Jimin was standing, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were feeling at that moment. Like every single cell in your body was on fire, your nerves combusting as your mind replayed the kiss over and over again, enough for your body to physically feel the impact Jimin had on you. 

However, you watched as a girl pulled down Jimin by grabbing his denim jacket, the very jacket you just had your hands on as she whispered something into his ear, causing Jimin to throw his head back in a laugh, his eyes turning into crescents as he shot the girl a cheeky smile. 

Looking away with a soft sigh, you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth before biting down harshly, hoping the physical pain would distract you from emotional pain that plagued your mind. 

Finally, you looked back up at Taehyung, a sad smile on your face, “Got anything more to drink?”

[ age: twenty-two]

“This is nice isn’t it?”

“Yea, it is.” 

“I really missed everything, especially you.”

Turning to face him, your heart fluttered lightly in your chest at his words. He was looking up at the night sky, the full moon that night illuminating his face that he nearly looked angelic, heavenly in fact. 

Cheeks blushing, you looked away before murmuring softly, “Yea, I missed you too.”

You were finally back in your hometown after a long tortureous spring semester of your senior year at college. It was the summer after graduation, and in the admist of job searching, you and Jimin thought it would be nice to spend time together after being years apart.  

While you and Taehyung had ended up in the same college just a couple hours from home, Jimin decided to head out of state and move across the country for school. 

And with that, he took your heart along with him. 

You had tried dating during college, yet nothing seemed to work. Your very first boyfriend, Hoseok, had been one of the sweetest people you had ever met. But even he was able to tell, that no matter how much he cared for you, you were unable to return it back. When you guys decided to break up, he had told you that before you tried loving someone else, you needed to get over your ex first. 

What a joke, you didn’t even have an ex. 

Just a best-friend who you were hopelessly in love with for nearly all your life. 

“Y/N?” 

Snapping you out of your thoughts, you looked over at Jimin to see him already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. 

“Hmm?” 

“Don’t you think it’s crazy how we’ve been friends for this long?” 

Friends, you almost let out a bitter chuckle but instead you decided to shove away your feelings for once. After all, Jimin was right. Before anything, Jimin was your best friend, a friendship that meant the absolute world and beyond to you. And it was for that reason, you had never told him your true feelings. 

Chuckling sofly, you nodded, “It really is, isn’t it? It’s going to almost be 20 years soon.” 

You and Jimin had met in pre-school; the both of you were like opposite ends of a magnet, constantly stuck to each other during playtime, snacktime and even naptime as your mothers had several embarassing pictures of both of you sprawled across each other.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Jimin laughed, “Can’t believe you stuck around for that long Y/N.”

Raising your brow at that, you scoffed lightly, “Did you think I was going to leave you? The one person who understands me inside and out?”

“Do I though?” 

The four years Jimin had left for college, you had only seen him during his breaks; however, going from seeing someone nearly everyday to only a couple weeks a year was something you didn’t think you knew how hard it would be, until you actually went through it.

During those four years, Jimin had definitely changed. He was no longer the flirtacious, teasing boy you knew throughout highschool, the one who would wink at any girl who looked at his way. He was suddenly a lot more mature; from the way he looked to the way he held himself, Jimin had grown up in the last four years significantly, and you were rarely there to witness it happen. 

So when Jimin asked you that question, you felt your heart go still in your chest; you stared at him in confusion. Something in Jimin’s gaze slightly changed, and the fact that you weren’t able to decipher it, drove you crazy. 

Finally, you broke the silence, a lace of caution present in your voice “What is that supposed to mean, Jimin?” 

This time it was his turn to stare blankly at you before looking away; running his hands through his hair, he simply shook his head, “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” 

Nodding slowly, you didn’t feel it in yourself to want to find out, afraid that pushing him would only result in something you didn’t want to confront just yet. 

The two of you continued to talk, conversation flowing naturally as you told each other stories you weren’t able to over phone calls and text messages. Before you knew it, it was midnight, as the sounds of crickets and owls hooting filled the silent night sky. 

Feeling a yawn coming, you stretched your arms up, releasing the tightness in your muscles from sitting in the same spot for hours. When you looked up, your brows knitted together when you finally said, “Jimin, had those clouds always been there?” 

Following your gaze, he frowned before grabbing his phone out his pocket. Pressing down on the weather app, he let out a deep sigh before flashing the screen to you. 

“Rain showers,” he simply stated as you looked at the high percentage of the chance for rain in you area at that time of night. 

“Maybe we should get going?” 

Nodding, the both of you started packing up the things you had brought when you felt a sudden drop of water hit the back of your neck. Looking up in alarm, you met Jimin’s gaze knowingly before the two of you quickly sped up, grabbing everything you could in your arms as you ran towards the car.  

After the first droplet, the rest seemed to fall down simultaneously as the drops of water hit you, soaking your clothes and everything in between. Jimin looks back at you, a wide grin on his face before his hand wrapped around your wrist, “Come on you slow poke!” 

“I-I’m not slow—!” you stammered out when you felt a tug on your arm; Jimin started to run, as he pulled you along with him. Your shock was quickly replaced with laughter as the both of you ran like crazy, completely drenched to the point where both of your hair were in strands and clothes were stuck to your bodies. 

Once you reached your car, you both hurriedly threw your things inside, closing the doors quickly as you hoped they weren’t as soaked as the two of you were. 

Suddenly, you felt Jimin stop. And you stop. You turned towards him as the both of you just stood there in the pouring rain, staring at each other as the water trickled down your cheeks, your lashes fluttering every so often to stop the drops of water from blurring your vision of the man who stood before you. You feel Jimin’s hand slowly sink down from your wrist to your own, your fingers intertwining perfectly with each other.  And then he smiles. Jimin smiles so fucking wide that the corners of his lips reach the sides of his face, and his eyes turn into soft crescents. 

You grinned back, “What happened to trying to get away from the rain?” 

He shook his head as a soft laugh escaped him, droplets of water spraying from the ends of his hair, “I didn’t realize how nice this would be.” 

“You’re right.” you admitted softly. Looking up at the sky, you felt the droplets of water splash against your skin, tickling your cheeks as you scrunched your nose in amusement. 

Jimin watched you with a soft smile on his face, his gaze tracing every part of you, from the way your eyes fluttered to a close and to the way your tongue poked out to taste the drops of water that fell near the corner of your lips. He didn’t know what it was about you, but in that moment you had looked like the most beautiful person he had ever seen. 

As your eyes fluttered open, you instantly met Jimin’s gaze, eyes hazy and deep as they stared into your slightly surprised ones. You tilted your head to the side, as you looked at him curiously with a smile of your own, “Is everthing alright Jimin?” 

You watched as he slowly nodded, before moving closer towards you. Your brows quirked up in gentle surprise as you felt the distance lessen between the both of you. His hand that was intertwined with yours slowly loosened before travelling up your arm, and finally resting on the crook of your neck, his hot touch a stark contrast to the cold temperature surrounding you. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, as Jimin’s next actions left you completely and utterly breathless. 

“It is now.” 

You felt his lips come crashing down, enveloping yours in a sweet embrace as he pulled you closer to him. His hand cradled your cheek as he dragged you into a kiss full of desperation and longing, his lips trying to tell you all his feelings that he hadn’t been able to put into words all these years. Your heart thundered in your chest, louder than the sound of the physical thunder that erupted around you as the rain only fell harder. 

Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck as you kissed him back, reaching up with the tips of your toes in effort to bring him closer to your body than he already was. You felt him smile and you smiled back almost instantly as soft chuckles slipped past your lips. For all the times you had kissed Jimin first since your childhood days, he had finally kissed you first. Finally. 

When the both of you finally part, Jimin rested his forehead against yours, his nose softly nudging yours, bringing your gaze up to his. 

“You always said you wanted to kiss in the rain.” he finally murmurs, his lashes fluttering against your skin. 

“Is that the only reason why you kissed me?” 

You watched as his eyes shot open, blinking as he took in the soft pout that spread across your face at his confession. Shaking his head quickly, he cradled your face in both of his hands, “Hey, of course not.” 

“I just—” he started, before pressing another kiss to your forehead, this one soft and plush, “I finally realized what an idiot I was. For not figuring out, that all this goddamn time. It was you Y/N, it was you.” 

Wrapping your hands around his own, your eyes brimmed with tears as you whispered the three words you had pushed away for so many years, the three words that depicted how strongly you felt for the man standing in front of you, the three words that meant everything to you. 

“I love you, Park Jimin.” 

Jimin’s gaze softened as you felt him close the distance once again, his lips barely brushing yours when you felt him whisper back, his words like a permanent promise against your lips. 

“I love you too, Y/N. And I always will.” 

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