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stiletto 👠

summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

bts x reader

mafia!au 

*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)*

sorry I haven’t posted in forever 🥲 I’ve been so busy, but I’m still working on catharsis 🩵 

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because I wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc I wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal. 

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me. 

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything. 

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk. 

I call out, “Come in.” 

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them. 

Bangtan. 

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me. 

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’)) 

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt. 

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says. 

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch. 

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want? 

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself. 

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto. 

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting. 

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet. 

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly. 

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest. 

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything. 

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan. 

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.” 

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this. 

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names. 

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name. 

I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits. 

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun. 

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently. 

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge. 

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow. 

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I. 

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,��� I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera. 

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk. 

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies. 

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.” 

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.” 

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome. 

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me. 

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone. 

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’ 

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area. 

Perfect. 

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but I just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

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So What? | MYG | Masterlist

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Total WC: 31473

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

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Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! (15)

Summary: Y/n wakes up surrounded by her hybrid companions who have become even more clingy since they started staying with Jisoo. Y/n searches for houses as she is unsure how to talk to the boys about it. With the two new hybrids in the house, just how clingy and touchy can the boys get?

Word count: 3.2k

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The sun was shining through the window and lighting up the room. I moved my hands up to rub at my eyes before breaking them open to look at my surroundings. The room was quiet, the only noise being the light breaths from myself and the others. I looked up at the weight that was pressing on my chest, already knowing what it was. The black cat was sleeping peacefully as he faced me directly, his paws tucked under him, causing him to resemble a loaf of bread. I cracked a smile at the thought. As I tried to move my head to see more of the room I felt something in my way. 

Reaching up to the left side of my neck, my finger sunk into some soft fur, knowing immediately what it was, I sighed slightly, remembering how the menace of a bunny hybrid had kept crawling onto my face, over my mouth and nose causing me to wake up from lack of air, I'm pretty sure at some point Yoongi had had wacked him in the head over it because everytime I woke up it woke the sleepy cat up too.

Sinking my fingers further into his fur I picked up the chocolate brown bunny and hauled him up until I was holding him above my chest. His little nose twitched but he remained asleep as I moved him back down and onto the other side of my body. I was doing my best to not wake anyone up as it was early in the morning, earlier than I would usually wake up but my body urged me to get out of bed.

I tried to wrap one arm around Yoongi and use the other one to push myself up, but as soon as I started to get up the cat hybrid also woke up, he stood up and stretched whilst still on my chest before looking at me quizzically. I gave him a half-lidded, tired smile as he seemed to understand what I was doing, he got off me and moved over to where I had put Jungkook down, and curled up beside him.

I fully sat up now that I didn't have to worry about the other 2 hybrids. I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed, Jimin was sitting at the foot of the bed and I quickly gave him a pat on the head before I stood up fully. I only have a small amount of space on the floor as the rest was being used by the large wolf hybrid, the panther hybrid, and the fox hybrid.

Reaching up to my hair I reached for the smallest hybrid of the bunch, Jin, who had somehow managed to make a nest-like thing out of my hair. I scooped up his small form before bringing him in front of me. I leaned over the bed to put him down between Yoongi and Jungkook. I watched as he moved around before snuggling into the fur of the two younger hybrids.

I smiled at the sight as my heart melted at how cute they were together, I had to tip-toe my way out of the room being careful not to step on any of the hybrids on the floor, I finally made it over to the door and I opened it slowly before slipping outside.

I sighed through my tiredness as I trudged into the kitchen hoping to make some tea, I spotted Jisoo standing by the bench and staring out into her back yard. The sun was rising and you could see the light emerging from behind the trees and lighting up the yard, the grass was sparkling from the morning dew and I could see flocks of birds flying through the sky.

“Morning” I mumbled in my croaky voice, I pulled open her fridge in search of milk and honey and when I found it I pulled them both out, placing them onto the bench behind me. Jisoo turned to face me as she gave me a polite smile, she didn't look like she had been awake long either.

“Morning.” She started. “I just boiled the kettle so it should still be hot.”

I hummed as I began to make myself a cup of tea. We stood in the kitchen watching the sunrise for what felt like an hour. It was quiet, probably because all the hybrids were asleep, and the bright sun shone into the house, wrapping everything in a warm glow.

“So.” Jisoo started and I turned to face her. “You remember Jeonghan right?” She asked me out of nowhere.

“Yeah, of course I do.” I replied to her, confused as to why she would bring him up out of nowhere. Jeonghan was an old friend of ours, more Jisoo’s friend than mine but we still got along, he was a few years younger than us and honestly I hadn't spoken to him since high school.

“Well, his father owns a real estate company, I don't know if they have the type of place you're looking for. He mostly deals with large properties outside the city, like mine.” She beamed at me and giggled. “I could tell him that you're looking for a place if you want, I'm sure he’d help out.”

“Seriously? Jisoo, that would be great, thank you.” I said to her as I gave her a quick hug as we laughed together before I cleared my throat. “So… h-how is Jeonghan?”

“Well since you turned him down he’s been on a bit of a power trip.” She laughed as she seemed to be thinking. “He’s not bad or anything, he just has a lot of goals that he wants to accomplish, you know?”

I nodded as I understood what she meant, I remember back when we were younger how he would always follow us around, tagging along wherever we went. He had a crush on me, and at first I didn't mind, I thought it was cute, until he proposed. I shot him down and we haven't spoken since, it was awkward at first but after we got older it was just because we had our own things going on.

The calming silence of the morning didn't last long as soon enough I could hear the thundering of footsteps and tumbling down the stairs along with yelling.

“Y/n!”

I was sitting on the couch, balled up in a fluffy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate and my laptop as I scrolled through the website the Jisoo had told me to, Jeonghan’s dad’s company, two cats curled up on my lap, Lisa and Jennie, they had been extra clingy recently but I guess it’s because I haven't seen them in a while. Come to think of it, the boys had been very clingy recently too, weird…

I clicked on a house that looked interesting, it was far out from town, a little further than I wanted, but not so far that it couldn't be an option. The house was large and the land included the forest surrounding it, so far it was checking all the boxes, taking a closer look I saw that it said 5 bedrooms. I bit my lip as I thought about the amount of bedrooms we needed, there was 8 of us, but pack mates often shared sleeping areas I had learnt from a quick google search, but I also wanted the boys to have their own areas where they could do whatever they wanted by themselves, I groaned out loud as I threw my head against the back of the couch, waking up the 2 hybrids in my lap.

I hadn't said much about a new house to the boys. Did I have to re-invite them to live with me? Or do I just assume that they will? My thoughts were interrupted as Lisa had stood up on my chest and was now nudging her head into my neck, I huffed and snickered at her behaviour as I sat up straighter.

The house was surprisingly quiet at the moment, Jisoo had gone out to do something and the boys were around. Suddenly a black cat jumped down beside me causing the other two to jump away. I was surprised at the sudden appearance of the jet black cat, but welcomed his presence. He sat down on my lap as he glared down at the other felines, Jennie and Lisa growled at him but he hissed back and they jumped from the couch and left.

Their interaction confused me but I shrugged it off since nothing bad had happened. I began petting Yoongi as he turned to face me, he closed his eyes and flattened his ears as I pushed my hands over his head and down his back. He stretched out his back before circling on my lap and finally curling up, his back pressed against my stomach and his head tucked under his paw, facing towards himself.

I cooed at how cute he was before trying to get back to looking at houses, I clicked the small ‘save’ icon so that I could come back to it before I started looking at other houses, I kept scrolling through and a few more caught my eye so I took a look at them, saving some and going past ones the would absolutely not work. I finally closed the lid of my laptop and took a slow breath in and out as I lifted myself to adjust how I was sitting before leaning back into the coach and throwing a hand back with my head, keeping the other one patting Yoongi.

We sat in the silence for a while as I sipped on the cooling hot chocolate before Hoseok came into the lounge to join us along with Jimin, Jimin sat down next to me and I pulled the blanket to make room for him to share too, Hobi sat to the other side of me but he didn't want any of the blanket.

“Hey, guys.” I spoke tiredly. Because I had woken up earlier than normal, I was starting to get tired. Hobi reached out so he could also pet Yoongi and I moved my hand for him. “Everything alright?”

They both hummed in hello then again letting me know that they were fine. I sighed as I relaxed into the couch more, wiggling my legs slightly, making me slump down some more. I felt a weight on my shoulder and I glanced to the side to see Jimin was resting his head on my shoulder as he played with Yoongi. I smiled softly at him, but as soon as he had put his head down, he sat back up abruptly and looked at me confused, before I could return the look he leaned in again towards my neck for just a few seconds before pulling away again.

He looked stunned at whatever was going on and peered around to Hoseok who looked up at him questioningly. It seemed as though they were having a whole conversation with their eyes, a conversation I could not understand, but before I could ask, Hobi learned towards my neck as well.

He pulled away after a few seconds, I was starting to become embarrassed at how they both seemed to know what was happening yet I knew nothing, and they kept getting closer to my neck. They both seemed to just keep looking at each other, almost like they were unsure what to do in the situation, I could feel my face heating up at how they both turned towards me.

It was when they both leaned in at the same time that I finally said something.

“What is going on?” I asked them hastily, incredibly confused and not understanding any of what had happened. Neither of them seemed to know how to explain what was happening so they just looked at me weirdly. I huffed, hoping it was just a one time thing as I moved Yoongi from my lap and over to Hoseok. “I…I think I’m going to go take a nap.”

I crawled out of the blanket and off the couch before telling the boys that I would be in the room if they needed me. I dropped my now empty mug into the sink before trudging upstairs trying not to think of the weird interaction I just had. I could feel the sleep pulling at me so I hurried up my pace to the room.

I pushed open the door to see that it was in fact empty, which meant I could have a nice quiet nap. I peeled off my top and discarded it on the floor, making a mental reminder to pick it up after I woke up, that I most definitely would forget. I picked up a random hoodie from the floor and slipped it over my head. It was over sized and clearly not mine but I didn't mind. I shimmied out of my pants before finally crawling into bed and pulling the covers over me and up to my ears to keep me warm and comfy.

“Y/n?” I heard a voice speak out, followed by footsteps that seemed to get closer to me. I recognised Jungkook's voice as I felt his presence standing near the bed. I opened up one eye to look at him. Judging by how I didn't hear the door open or any knocking I figured he must have already been in the room and I had just missed him, he was probably in the bathroom or the closet.

I hummed back at him tiredly, wondering what he needed. He didn't say anything but he pulled back the blankets half way down before stopping. I nodded my head as I moved back in the bed towards the wall to make room for him. He pulled the rest of the blankets back as he slipped himself in beside me.

I moved myself back towards him on auto pilot, maybe it was a hybrid thing but I had learnt that they liked to embrace people when they slept, Hobi did it, Yoongi did it too. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and he wrapped his under mine, snaking them around my waist and holding me tight before he nuzzled his head into my neck. I could feel his heart beating in his chest and his hot breath fanning over my neck.

His breath hitched for a second before returning to normal, he nuzzled his face further into the crook of my neck, so much so that I could feel his nose and his lips pressed against the base of my neck. I didn't pay much attention to what he was doing. I was trying to sleep but all these thoughts kept flooding into my mind. I tried to calm myself by reaching up and stretching my fingers into Jungkook's long hair as I started to play with it and twist a strand around my finger.

I could feel something moving on my neck, almost like Jungkook was mumbling something against the skin, where his face touched my neck it felt hot but it wasn't from his breathing. The sensation was oddly calming so I continued to play with his hair as I could feel my mind calming down once again and sleep was ready to take over. I moved my fingers upwards towards the base of his bunny ears, my finger came into contact with the soft fur but I quickly pulled them away as I felt Jungkook bite down onmy neck.

I hissed out in pain as I tried to push myself away from him, but he wouldn't let go and he kept his head buried in my neck, his lips still pressed to the spot that he had bit. He pulled me closer to him by my waist, making our bodies flush against each other. My neck tingled on the spot where his teeth had pressed into my soft skin, my breath was caught in my throat as I didnt know how to process what had happened.

“J-Jungkook!” I stuttered out as I kept trying to wiggling my way out of his grasp, but he wasn't having it as he squeezed me harder, refusing to move. I grunted out loudly as I let my body go limp, knowing that there was no way I'd be able to escape the surprisingly strong bunny.

“Bite me again, and you're out of the bed, and I'll start screaming.” I said threateningly as I had completely given up on trying to escape, I did my best to wriggle back under the blanket and get comfortable again. I could feel his lips pull into a smirk as they dragged across my skin, he seemed to slightly loosen his grip so I could get comfortable before holding me tight again.

It didn't take long for sleep to consume me, I could still feel the tingle and the dull throb of pain in my neck as I drifted in and out, but it didn't bother me. Jungkook’s warm honey and earthy scent smelt stronger than ever from our close proximity, it was invading my system, it smelt so strong that I could almost taste it on my tongue.

I woke up around 2 hours after we fell asleep, the room was much darker now, meaning it was later in the evening, maybe almost time for dinner. I looked around with my tired eyes trying to focus around me. I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I decided to get up, I lifted Jungkook's arm off of me as I sat up and then put it back down on the bed.

I had to climb over him since I was boxed in between both him and the wall. I swung one leg over before pressing my hands into his chest and pushing down to lift me the rest of the way over. He stirred in his sleep as I smirked at him, it was payback for biting into my neck earlier.

I reached my hand up to rub the spot, it didn't hurt so much anymore but when I touched it a dull pain surged through the area. I grumbled about how annoyed I was and dropped my arm down letting it swing back and forth before wrapping it around my stomach and pushing my hand up under my shirt to rest on the warm skin as I opened the bathroom door and made my way inside.

I flicked on the light and had to blink a few times to get used to it. I turned to face the mirror as I dragged my hands down my face before lifting them up to my hair and attempting to tidy it up. As I was playing a round with the ends of my hair I spotted a darker patch of skin on my neck. Curious, I leaned in closer to the mirror to be sure of what I was seeing, I reach to pull the hoodie down slightly as I touched the dark spot with the weird marks around it, my breath stalled in my throat as I pushed myself to stand up straight again as I looked at myself in the mirror, the alarm clear in my eyes as I was taken aback by what I saw seeing.

“Jungkook!"

A/n: Late night chapter! This chapter feels like everything and nothing at the same time to me. Jungkook is an uncontrollable menace to Y/n and I live for it! I hope you all have a lovely day or night and thankyou all for reading! 💜

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[anglosky]

can you maybe write a fic with ler hobi and lee jimin?

Of course! :)))

Like old times.

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꧁ Posting this early as a little gift for you all ꧂

Summary:

Hobi woke up with a ler mood, and Jimin was his first target. Self-explanitory, if I do say so myself.

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Warning:

| Tickling |

Hoseok had woken up with a heavy ler mood on a Wednesday morning. The mood was pretty surprising to the idol because, well, he hasn't had one in MONTHS. Nontheless, yet knowing himself, and who his target will be first thing, he got up to fetch for his prey who he is now with, captured.

"Wait, Hoseok.. W-we can talk about this!" Jimin defended, putting his hands on Hoseok's shoulders to stop him from creeping up any closer.

To the younger, it was no surprise that his hyung was finally in a ler mood. He was actually starting to worry that hoseok was feeling doubtful about his moods, and decided to keep it to himself from then on, but when he felt a poke to his side that caused him to turn around to see the bundle of joy finally in his moods, he knew his worries were wrong.

"But, Jiminie~ I'm desperate to here your laugh, and I know you're desperate to let out all those shy little giggles out, ya?" Hoseok said, playfully. He stuck his hands out to wiggle his fingers infront of the younger, who flinched and gave an anticipated smile.

"Nohoho, I dohon't!" Jimin lyingly said, backing away now. He unknowingly stopped moving once he felt a wall greet him from behind. He quickly turned his head to the wall, and then back to Hoseok.

"Aw, look at that! The wall wanted to help. How sweet, hehe." Hoseok cooed. He looked at Jimin with glint in his eyes. Inching closer now.

"Wehell the wall shouldn't behe here." Jimin said carefully. He watched as he monitored Hoseok's moves. Giggling in anticipation.

"Then that's a real shame, giggles. Cause that just left so many options for you to run, out the window." Hoseok said. Knowingly, the nickname flustered Jimin, with his face turning a slight pink.

"Dohohon't call mehe thahat!" Jimin squinted his eyes in embarrassment. He looked anywhere but Hoseok's eyes now.

"What? Giggles?" Hoseok inched closer, even after knowing the fact that Jimin was still holding onto his shoulders. "How cute" Hoseok thought. Even after inching closer, he felt Jimin's hold become weaker on purpose. "I think the name suits you. After all, we chose the name for you. I don't even have to do anything, and you'll be giggling up a storm!" Hoseok said with a smirk.

This made Jimin giggle more. No surprise, really. The teasing before actually getting tickled might be worse for him than anyone else there at the dorms, unfortunately for him.

"Now then, giggles. Shall we start?" Hoseok asked somewhat innocently. Jimin knows his playful ler moods, he's been there, done that, but the older still makes sure that he's comfortable with the playful act since its been months.

"Nohoho!" Jimin said, making it obvious that it was a lie by his tone. He put on an act by shaking his head from side to side, looking down at his and Hoseok's feet to ignore eye contact even more.

"Aww.. Well, I do!" Hoseok said, darting his hands to Jimin's sides with ease.

This made Jimin jolt. He quickly removed his hands from his hyung's shoulders, and grabbed onto his wrists to try, and without success, pry off Hoseok's hands from his sides.

"Nohoho! Gehehet ahahahway!" Jimin poured out. His sweet, child-like giggles motivated Hoseok to further his attack by going for his bottom set of ribs.

"AAH- AHAHahaha! nOHOohoho! PLEHEHEASE!" Jimin yelled out. He quickly became weak in the knees, and started to slide down the wall and onto the floor. He instantly curled in on himself on instinct, looking away from his attacker.

"Aww, you're so cute! Did you know that, giggles?" Hoseok said, playfully. He saw how Jimin tried to sink to the floor even more by the constant teasing.

"NOHohoho! Nohoho mohohore nicknahahahames!" Jimin almost had his head slumped to the floor, it tickled so bad.

Hoseok could hear Jimin's laugh all day. It was no surprise by how contagious Jimin's laugh can be.

"Heheh, yehes nicknames! You think that since I've gone MONTHS without tickling my favorite little lee, I'd instantly forget the first nickname I've given you?" Hoseok knew what he was doing. The nicknames making the younger more ticklish? Yeah, he knew when he first discovered Jimin's sensitivity to tickling.

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"Oh my gosh, Jiminie~ you're ticklish?! You're like a giggle box!" Hoseok said, experimentingly scribbling the youngers sides.

"Nohohohoho ihihi aham nohohot!"Jimin said quickly. He became easily flustered by the nickname, unbeknownst to the older.

"Yehes you are! You know what? This deserves a cute little nickname, don't you think?" Hoseok was definitely in a playful mood.

"Whihihihy?!"

"Hmm.. You giggle a lot, soooo.. Maybe giggles? OH MY GOSH! Giggles! That's your nickname now, it's perfect!!" Hoseok ignored Jimin's question, and immediately went to nicknaming. He was surprised to hear even more giggles coming out of the younger's mouth upon announcing the name.

"NOHOohoho! Nohoho nihihicknahahames, plEHEHease!" Jimin said in a panick. He was surprised to know that the nickname got to him more.

"Ohoho my gohosh, that is ADORABLE! I'm calling you that from now on, your reaction to the nickname was spot ON." Hoseok said, teasingly. He went for his bottom ribs now, making the younger kick his legs now.

"NOHOHOohoho! PlEHEHease! Ihihi Cahahan't tahahake ihihit!" Jimin said.

"Awe, giggles, sure you can handle it! You're only giggling up a storm right now. I can't imagine how you'd react when I find your death spot." Hoseok said. He saw how red Jimin's face had gotten, and how high his giggles went when hearing that.

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"Like old times.. That was also when I found the coolest death spot! Do you remember that?" Hoseok said, threatening to move his hands up higher. He stopped when he get to Jimin's upper ribs to keep the younger guessing.

"NO! NOHohoho, dohohon't yohOHou dAHAare!" Jimin said, swinging his head from side to side while somehow curling in on himself more.

"Awaha, you're no fun.. But I'll leave it as that. Don't wanna turn you into a "tickle-me-elmo" that had malfunctioned." hoseok said, jokingly. He stopped his onslaught and retreated his hands back to give Jimin some air.

Jimin fully curled in on himself now that the phantom tickles was all he could feel, and took deep rewarding breathes.

When he collected himself, he sat up to look at Hoseok with a wide smile still.

"Why did it take you so long to get your ler mood again?" Jimin asked him nonchalantly, throwing off Hoseok a bit.

"Uhuhm.. Well, I don't know.. Maybe I thought about the old times, and it rewarded me a ler mood." hoseok said, shyly. He looked away from Jimin's gaze, feeling embarrassed now.

"Awe, that's cute Hyung! The past brings such core memories, I'm sure you wanted to feel that again!" Jimin said. He understood the situation that had Hoseok like this. He too had core memories that he wanted to live through again, but unfortunately wasn't able to. He was glad that he was the one to refill Hoseok's mind with a new fond memory to look over I'm the future.

"I'm still getting you back, though." Jimin said, holding out his hands out at Hoseok now, putting him on the receiving end.

"W-wahait, we cahan talk about this, really! What if I took you out to a nice restaurant, ya?" Hoseok tried negotiating his way out, which nearly worked..

"Yeah, for sure! But you're still getting no mercy." Jimin said, launching at him.

"Wait-WAIT! Wahahait!" Hoseok blurted out with the sweetest giggles known to Jimin's memory.

"Like old times, huh?" Jimin thought.

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[marblemoonstones]

bangtan boys x taylor swift eras masterlist

main masterlist

☆series on small hiatus☆

summary: starting a new series where I’m writing each of the boys as taylor swift eras! I’m choosing a song from each album and then writing a story with a specific trope about one of the boys. since there are ten eras and only seven members, three of the stories will be ot7. 💗 had to do this for the fellow army swifties out there!

(all taylor’s version ofc)

debut 💚

fearless 💛

speak now 💜

red ❤️

1989 🩵

reputation 🖤

lover 🩷

folklore 🩶

evermore 🤎

midnights 💙

tortured poets department 🤍

#bts #bts ot7 #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts ot7 x reader #taylor swift #taylor swift eras #masterlist #romance #tropes #marblemoonstones

[marblemoonstones]

gone astray ❤️‍🩹

summary: you and taehyung are scared, but at least you’re together. lovewinsall!au angst!!

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

main masterlist

*any similarities to other fics are accidental* 

*warnings: f reader, deaf!reader, blind!taehyung (in one eye), angst !!, not edited much*

word count ~3.1k

please go watch the music video of love wins all by iu feat. v, as this is based on the video! (it’s also just a masterpiece) I included some song lyrics in it, but it’s not officially a song fic. 

I hope the multiple povs make sense. I tried my best to label them so you could tell them apart!

also, I did my best to show a deaf reader accurately, but I know that it’s not completely accurate, so please excuse me if I portrayed something inaccurately. the same thing with taehyung being blind in his right eye!

♪ run away from the world, run on

go to the end with me, my lover

will it be a bad ending for us two, gone astray? ♪

~ her point of view ~

The leaves crunch underneath my feet as Taehyung and I run through the abandoned forest. Even though I’m tired, the small shadow above my head reminds me that we’re running for a reason. They can’t find Taehyung and I. We both promised each other that we’ll be together until the end. And we’ll keep it.

They fly past a rundown building, giving us a moment of relief. Signing to him, I say, “Let’s go this way.” 

As quiet as we can, we sneak into an abandoned building. Passing a giant crater filled with water, we stop, staring at our reflections. 

Mud and dirt cakes my cheeks, and dried blood sits on my face as a reminder of what consequences our friends faced. I look like a mess, while Taehyung, even with the same marks, looks as handsome as ever. 

“I look like a mess,” I sign to Taehyung, trying to finger comb my hair.

He just grabs my hand, making me pause and look into his brown eye. A small smile appears on his face as he brushes a stray hair aside. 

I know this is his way of saying that I look beautiful. He presses a short kiss to my cheek, and that’s when I realize we’ve been standing out here too long. 

I gently tug his hand and lead him into the building. 

♪ dearest, darling, my universe

would you take me along? ♪

The steel walls lead us to an open room with high glass ceilings that has a giant pile of clothes in the middle. There’s no bodies, just clothes.

“Is this what happened to our friends?” I sign to Taehyung, gesturing to the heap. 

He just shrugs, wrapping his arm around me, his brown eye sad. I stare at his blue eye, the misty look in it familiar. 

Two people with differences. This is what makes them come after us. Our friends already got the punishment. It’s up to Taehyung and I to survive. 

All of a sudden there’s a shadow above the glass ceiling, and I drag Taehyung behind a turned over piece of furniture. 

In each other’s arms, I feel secure, if only for a fleeting second.

♪  far away in the universe from earth to mars

will you please go with me?  ♪

After they pass, we decide to keep moving. We find side street with empty shops that’s just outside the building. It’s littered with debris and dust, but it’s hidden away from them, so we pause. 

There’s an old mannequin in one window that’s surrounded by TVs, and on top of one of them there’s a grey camcorder. 

Taehyung grabs it as I look around.

-his point of view-

Holding the camcorder up to my left eye, I peer through it, curious. To my surprise I see her. But not in the present. 

She’s healed and it’s as if it’s before they came. It hurts my heart to see her like this as I think of what our life was before them. I have to pull the camcorder away before my tears threaten to fall. 

~ her point of view ~

Taehyung pulls the camcorder away and I swear that I see a glimmer of tears in his eyes. I give him a questioning look and he just hands me the camcorder, urging me to look through it.

I do as he says, and my world is now back to before. My Taehyung is back to before. 

Walking slowly over to him, I reach my left hand up to touch the side of his face, all while still holding the mysterious camcorder.

I feel his soft skin beneath my fingers, somehow forgetting about the cuts and scratches. 

He’s back. 

My love, before they came, is back, with both of his umber orbs that crinkle at the corners when he smiles. 

I smile through the tears as I slowly pull the camcorder down.

The grey world comes flashing back, and there’s my love now. Still as beautiful as before, just with one cloudy gaze. 

♪  crush me in your arms

give me a lovelier kiss, lover ♪

I grab Taehyung’s hand and decide that we need to leave this area, having stayed in one spot for too long.

“Let’s go,” I sign, sighing as I look around. This was a nice respite but we really should keep moving. 

I turn to go but Taehyung stops me by tugging gently on my hand. Looking at him, I see his finger pointed. Following it, I see the dirty street sign that says ‘Magnolia Street.’

I know why Taehyung’s pointing to it, and I know he wants to visit it, to see if it’s still intact. Of course, I also want to visit our old home, but I’m not sure if I can with all the memories it holds. 

Then I look at Taehyung’s face. His eyes are pleading and I can already feel my resolve crumbling. 

I nod.

♪ love is all, love is all

love, lovе, love, love ♪

Taehyung and I had bought the house when we were first married, excited to fix up the two-story. We painted the walls together and chose the furniture, two young lovers with no idea of the future. Those were some of my happiest days. Being able to be with Taehyung all the time made my heart almost burst with joy. 

Now, the cheerful yellow paint is peeling and as I open the creaky front door I gasp at the state of the inside.

There is a thick coat of dirt and dust everywhere, and many holes in the carpet. The walls are peeling and I can barely stand to look at the furniture because of its condition.

I feel Taehyung’s hand rub mine, and I try to relax, even as my heart is clenching. 

Walking through the living room to the dining room, I look at the table, still set up with cutlery. The dead flowers in the middle add to the dreariness and I inhale a cloud of dust as I sit down. 

Taehyung sits across from me and pulls out the camcorder, once again peering through it. 

I smile slightly as I pick the fork up and bring it to my mouth, biting into a fake piece of food.

-his point of view-

The colorful world is back again as she takes a bite of the delicious looking pastry. Her eyes shine as she chews it, and flowers are blooming on the table, highlighting her beauty. I feel myself smile.

~ her point of view ~

Taehyung smiles and I blink wistfully. 

“I can almost taste it,” I sign, imagining eating a fluffy piece of strawberry cake, not unlike the one we had at our wedding. It was so rich and Taehyung and I fed each other a piece, eyes glowing at the sugary goodness.

I reach for the camcorder, taking it and signing to Taehyung, “Your turn.” 

As he mimes a bite, I look through. He’s now eating a piece of strawberry cake, getting crumbs all over his mouth. Smiling fondly at him, I get up to wipe the crumbs off his mouth. 

♪ in the еnd,

how is it us?

for us? ♪

< camcorder point of view >

She gets up and lovingly brushes the crumbs off his mouth as he gazes into her eyes. The feel of his soft skin makes her smile as they are transported into a world of their own.

The couple is now in a fancy restaurant, one like their first date. The candles on the table are slightly fuzzy, as if it’s a dream. But the couple doesn’t care. 

Standing up to dance, he leads her in a slow waltz as the room starts to fill with shadows. They swerve dangerously close to the couple, some even reaching out in an angry manner.

The couple just laughs, ignoring them.

Eventually she holds his hand, and the couple makes a mad dash for the restaurant exit. They reach their claw hands out too close, and the couple barely misses them. 

~ her point of view ~

I run upstairs to the attic with Taehyung in tow. Is it still there? 

Stopping abruptly in the doorway, Taehyung all but crashes into me.

“Sorry,” I sign, distracted by the sight in front of me.

It is still there. While the tarp over it is ripped, my wedding dress still stands.

I had a designer friend of mine make me my wedding dress, and, sticking to the old tradition, Taehyung couldn’t see me in it before the wedding.

…

“I trust your judgement, baby,” he signed to me, and then kissed me on the cheek and left. 

The sleek silhouette is tasteful, with long and airy sleeves that have the smallest puff in the top to make it look more regal. The nipped in waist with a thin pearl belt accentuates my figure and the smooth fabric drapes elegantly down the skirt, folding in layers at the end. The simple veil added to the classic elegance aesthetic that I was going for.

I felt truly beautiful in that dress. 

When I walked down the aisle, I carried a bouquet of hydrangeas and baby’s breath with a pearl necklace and matching pearl drop earrings. 

I smiled shyly as I snuck a glance at Taehyung. His face was the happiest I had ever seen him and he looked like a lovable golden retriever. My golden retriever.

Our first kiss as a married couple was those like from the movies. Sweet and soft, a perfect fairytale moment.

…

Now, the sight of the dress makes me tear up for the millionth time. Why was it that I had to leave behind everything? All those happy memories and moments are tainted by the thought of them. 

Taehyung hugs me from behind, kissing me softly on the cheek. I don’t have to sign anything to know that he sees my tears. I also know that he probably has his own glistening in his eyes.

I lean more into his embrace, and we stand there together for a minute, a whirlpool of thoughts in our heads. 

Then I get a striking thought. What if I tried it on? 

“Baby, I know this is crazy, but what if I tried it on?” I sign to Taehyung, pleading silently with my eyes. 

“If it makes you happy, do it. I think we’re safe enough here for now,” he signs back. 

I slip it on over my clothes, surprised that it still fits (albeit a bit tight). Thinking about it, I remember the photobooth pictures we took after our wedding.

< camcorder point of view >

The couple stumbles into the cheap photobooth, drunk on their happiness. They have a limited amount of time before their wedding reception, but they want to spend a moment with just the two of them.

With their wedding attire still on, she fixes her veil before they both sit on the bench. Although they’re crammed together, the couple enjoys it, smiling giddily at each other. Then it’s time to take the photos.

First they try to be serious, barely holding in their grins at the camera flashes. Then, he gently hoists her onto his lap, poking her sides playfully, chuckling as she jumps. She laughs loudly, covering her face with her hand as the flash goes off again.

For the next pose they try a cuter angle. She throws her left arm around him and squishes his bread cheeks with her right hand. He pouts, still looking as handsome as ever for the picture.

After, she fixes his hair, trying to get ready for a (hopefully) nice photo. He just makes faces into the camera and the flash goes off before she can adjust herself. 

Oh, well, who needs a nice picture in a photobooth anyway? 

The photos come out and the couple looks at them together, overjoyed with the results.

~ her point of view ~ 

“Remember the photobooth snapshots we took?” I signed to Taehyung, still clad in my wedding dress. 

He nods, reaching out his arms. 

I look as him quizzically, until he gestures for me to come to him.

As I do, he carefully places his hands in mine and starts to slowly sway. 

I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing him in. Feeling his warmth, I close my eyes as we sway to our own unknown rhythm. 

< camcorder point of view >

The now married couple walks into the reception to congratulations. As a special surprise for their guests, they’re going to sing a song together. 

She starts in with the inspiring melody, and he joins in with a smooth harmony. Confetti starts falling down but the couple doesn’t notice, lost in each other.

At the climax of the song, he brings a small red flower from his pocket and places it behind her ear. He already has a matching one behind his.

Her face is soft and full of love as she sings the climax, hitting the high note effortlessly as he dips her back. 

They come back up to thundering applause. The couple sweetly kiss, feeling each other’s smiles on their lips. 

Bathed in golden light and dusted in confetti, it’s clear they are meant for each other.

~ her point of view ~ 

After our short dance (if you can even call it that), we go to our bedroom. The wallpaper is faded and the furniture has cobwebs, but the four poster bed still stands. It was a gift from my mother for our wedding and has beautiful carvings on the wood. 

Feeling a rush of silliness, I climb onto the bed and start jumping. The bed creaks but doesn’t break, and I take it as a sign to keep bouncing. 

Taehyung joins me and we hold hands like we’re in our lovesick teenager years. 

I grab a pillow, intending to hit Taehyung with it. As I grab the pillow it rips open, feathers spilling out of it. 

Laughing, I whack Taehyung with the case, getting feathers in his hair. He grins cheekily and also grabs a pillow, rips it open, and lets the feathers fly. It’s a snow of feathers in the room now, with them settling on our hair and clothes.

Taehyung and I flop back onto the bed, breathless with joy. Beaming, I turn on my side and brush a stray hair out of Taehyung’s face. 

♪ I slowly film you with my eyes

please make a serene smile once again ♪

I still. Even after all this time, he makes my heart flutter with just his glance. 

He smirks at me, then presses a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth, then the other corner. My nose is next, followed by my lips and soon he’s peppering them all over my cheeks. 

Giggling, I try to push him away but fail. I lay there in his embrace, warm and cozy.

♪ as we hovered slowly

in the night of that day

will you courageously set with me? ♪

A shadow suddenly passes by the window, and I get a glimpse of them flying by. I sit up and bolt out of bed, signing to Taehyung, “We need to leave, now.” 

We go downstairs and out the door, glancing at the sky. They are nowhere in sight, and Taehyung and I run. 

We’re not entirely sure where we’re going, but somehow we end up making a full circle and end up back at the abandoned office building. 

Just as we’re about to go back inside, I get a sudden feeling of dread, and I turn around and there theyare. 

“Run.” I sign, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and sprinting inside. We start to make random twists and turns in the winding hallways, hoping to throw them off. 

But they are too fast.

Stopping in our tracks we realize we’ve made it back to the room with the huge pile of clothes. There’s nowhere else to go, as they are blocking the one and only exit. 

Turning around, I quickly scan the room for something to use as a weapon. Spotting a metal pipe I pick it up and bring my arms up to hit them. 

Before I can blink Taehyung snatches the pipe out of my hands and uses it to hit them. 

Three times he strikes them with the pipe. I can see that he uses his full strength, but it’s not enough.

They just glow brighter.

The power of his blows knocks him back and he falls to the ground. I immediately go to him, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. 

Taehyung find my hand and grasps onto it. His palm is warm, and I clench it tightly. 

If we’re going down, we’re in it together. 

Just like we promised.

They turn red, and I feel my heart break. 

This is it.

♪ destroy me slowly and chilly, ruiner

I want to get sad with you, my lover ♪

I don’t want Taehyung to see this. I gently lower my other hand over his left eye as I take a shaky breath. 

I feel a single tear fall as a cold feeling washes over my body. It seeps into my bones and takes over me.

♪ run away from necessity, run on

go to the end with me, my lover ♪

~ his point of view ~ 

My heart is breaking as my love covers my eye, putting me into darkness. I feel her shudder, and I know that it’s happening. I’m just grateful that she is here. All I want is to be with her.

A bucket of ice is dousing me and I feel it in my soul. The slight feeling of drowning overtakes me. 

♪ two of us, side by side, gone astray on purpose

crush me in your arms

give me a lovelier kiss, lover ♪

…

< camcorder point of view > 

The couple slowly lifts into the air and then there is a bright flash of light. 

A wedding dress with a veil and a torn shirt and pants float down in a whisper onto the pile. 

♪ our love wins all, love wins all

love, love, love, love ♪

#bts #bts x reader #kim taehyung #v #kim taehyung x reader #v x reader #iu #love wins all #love wins all mv #love wins all imagine #marblemoonstones

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter six

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

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hey 👋. so, I finally got an update out! I’ll try to update more frequently but class is starting up again and I’m going to be busy. I also lost motivation to write this for a while, but writing this brought it back! thanks for reading 🫶🏼🩷

word count: ~6k 

Goodnight Jimin.

I drift off after giving Jimin the soft kiss, my heart warming. 

I wake up in a dark, damp room. I can’t see much. But the atmosphere makes it feel like a distant memory of some kind. “Stupid!” The word rings in my ears, over and over again. What’s going on? The overwhelming feeling of panic sets in, even if in the back of my mind I know it’s a dream nightmare. A hand comes dangerously close to my face and I flinch, expecting the blow when-

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart beating out of my chest. My vision is blurry and I can feel someone touching my arms. It’s not him, It’s not him, I tell myself, but still shrug them off. I focus on calming down my heart but I still feel the slight tears leaking from my eyes. 

I fumble around for my glasses, and after I put them on someone flicks on a lamp. I blink to get my vision to focus and see that it’s Jimin. That’s when I remember I’m in the living room. And Jimin and I were sleeping together on the couch. 

“Y/n…it’s just me. I’m assuming you had a bad dream?” Jimin’s voice is soft, quiet as he speaks to me. 

I try to speak but my body shudders as I inhale. Jimin grabs a Kleenex for me and I wipe my eyes messily as I try to slow my breathing. 

Jimin just sits next to me on the couch, not touching me or trying to speak to me. I appreciate his presence as it gives me a small sense of calm. 

After I start to breathe more normally, I try to explain what happened to Jimin. 

“I-“ sniffle, “I had a bad dream…” I want to tell the whole story but somehow can’t bring myself to say it. 

“It’s okay. You don’t need to explain to me. I’m here for you,” Jimin says, eyes full of sympathy. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” I whisper. 

“Don’t apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay,” Jimin responds, moving slightly closer to me and draping a blanket over my lap. 

“What time is it?” I ask, turning my head to look outside. The full-length windows don’t have the blinds pulled down, telling me the boys forgot to shut them yesterday after the movie.

“Around six in the morning. The sun should be coming up soon,” Jimin replies.

“Oh!” I know it’s cheesy, but I’ve always loved sunrises and sunsets. The beauty of nature is something I’ve always admired. Whenever I complained about getting up early for dance practice my mom would always point outside and say, “Be lucky that you can see the blessings of nature.” 

“Should we go watch it? We can go to your balcony. Up there’s a perfect spot to see it!” Jimin says, starting to sound a bit excited. 

“Okay,” I agree, both for Jimin and I’s hearts.

After grabbing more blankets, we go tiptoeing across the hardwood floor we sneak up the stairs and past the other boys’ rooms. Jimin slides the door to the balcony open and gestures for me to follow him. 

Shutting the door silently behind me I settle into one of the wicker chairs, pulling the blanket warmer around me. Jimin sits next to me.

The ethereal shades start to appear and I am once again in awe of nature. How is it that the sun can make such gorgeous tones?

Jimin and I sit in silence for a while, enjoying the show in the sky. After the sun is mostly up, the door slides open again. We both turn around and it’s Namjoon, still in his pajamas.

“What are you two doing up so early?” He asks us, still looking groggy himself. 

“We wanted to watch the sunrise!” Jimin chirps, thankfully omitting how I had a nightmare. 

Namjoon shakes his head fondly, smiling at us now. 

“That tracks. Mind if I join you?” He asks, stepping onto the balcony.

“No, of course not. C’mere Joonie,” Jimin says, making grabby hands at him, “I want to sit in your lap.” His clingy mood must be appearing.

“See y/n? He’s our baby, whether or not he admits it,” Namjoon teases Jimin, making him whine and stand up.

“Just come on!” 

Namjoon chuckles but obliges, sitting and pulling Jimin (and the blanket) into his lap. Jimin immediately cuddles into him.

“You’re always so warm Joon,” he half mumbles, practically melting into Namjoon. 

I almost coo at them, their soft sides clearly showing in the early hours. 

It’s not long before Jin wakes up, dragging a dead looking Yoongi with him as they join us on the balcony. 

“Morning you two,” I say, a faint smile on my face while I look at Yoongi.

“Morning y/n! And Jimin. And Namjoon.” Jin greets us brightly, and then, mimicking Namjoon, pulls Yoongi to sit on his lap. 

Surprisingly, Yoongi doesn’t put up much of a fight. It’s probably because he looks like he didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.

“Yoongi,” I ask carefully, “How much sleep did you get last night?” 

Groaning softly, he buries his head into Jin’s shoulder, effectively avoiding the question. 

“What he means to say is that when I woke up he was on his computer in his room, sneakily working.” Jin scolds the soft boy on him, but said soft boy just cuddles deeper into Jin.

“Oh, Yoodles, you shouldn’t do that to yourself,” I say, concerned about how frequently he can’t sleep.

“Mmm sorry,” Yoongi murmurs into Jin’s broad shoulder. 

“Yoongi? Apologizing? Wow, you must really be magical, y/n, because he’s usually just a grump.” Jimin says cheekily, earning the middle finger from Yoongi. 

“Is that so? Well, I’ve never seen him be grumpy, Jimin, so I’m not sure if that’s factual,” I say, still looking at the cat-like boy. 

“Yeah, so shut up Jimin,” Yoongi drawls, slowly turning his head so we can all see the smug look on his face.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just relax and look at the sunrise, you two,” Namjoon says with a tired voice. 

We relapse into silence, the breeze adding a slight chill to this autumn morning. The trees are starting to change, showing hints of their gorgeous crimson leaves. Autumn means about two and a half months since leaving him behind, and about two and a half months of being with the boys.

Eventually, double trouble joins us, Taehyung sitting in Jungkook’s lap. Uh oh, this seems to be a pattern. Which means-

“Hey, Hobi-hyung, you should let y/n sit in your lap!” Jungkook blurts out, seeing him linger in the doorway. 

I feel my cheeks color, and turn to Jungkook, about to say something, but Jin beats me to it.

“Kook! That might make y/n uncomfortable. Please try to consider how she would feel about this.” 

Poor Jin looks exasperated at the bunny, so I quickly say, “It’s okay! I know he didn’t mean anything about it. He probably just saw everyone else doing the same thing. I’m fine with whatever, as long as Hobi is okay with it.” 

I turn and see a Hobi that I can only describe as fluffy. Fluffy hair, fluffy clothes, fluffy slippers. (based off of a sleepy fluffy hobi I saw in an instagram reel :))

“Yeah, I don’t care either,” Hobi says, so I stand up and let him have my chair and then sit down (tentatively) in his lap. 

“Let me know if you want me to get up,” I say quietly to him, trying to ignore the blush that’s appearing on my cheeks again.

“It’s fine y/n. Besides, we’ll both be warmer this way,” Hobi says, draping the blanket over both of us. 

I’m scared of leaning back and try not to feel awkward as the boys start to talk quietly amongst themselves. 

“Hey, y/n, I don’t bite, I promise. You can lean back and stuff, it’s fine. Unless you don’t want to, because I’m not going to force you to,” Hobi says, making me more flustered. 

“Okay…” I say, and then lean back slowly into his warmth. After I get more comfortable, I realize that Hobi’s practically a heater.

“Hobi, how are you this warm? You’re practically radiating heat,” I say in wonder.

“I think that it’s because he’s blushing~” Jimin singsongs. 

I look at Hobi, who’s currently glaring at Jimin. Is he blushing? There is a small tint across his face. 

“I am not. And it’s not my fault that I’m warm. I’m just this hot,” Hobi says, now grinning at Jimin, making him roll his eyes.

“Yeah, whatever hyung.” 

Taehyung breaks in, “Well y/n sure looks comfy over there.”

All eyes look to me and I cover my face with my hands.

“Guys, please don’t start,” I beg, “I’m just keeping myself warm. It is autumn after all.” 

“Suure,” Yoongi drawls, “It’s totally normal for a girl who Hobi used to hate to now sit on his lap.” 

Well, when he puts it like that, then yeah I guess it is a bit weird. But now we’re fine! And besides, Jungkook is the one who basically forced us to sit together.

“Y/n blushing! And so is Hobi! Even more than before!” Jimin calls out, a devilish look on his face. 

Having had enough, I sigh out of embarrassment.

“Alright, well I think I’ll be going now, I do have class today, and I’m sick of your taunting.” I’m semi-joking about being annoyed, but not really. I just want to escape this awkward situation. 

I go to stand up but Hobi doesn’t let me go, his grip on my waist strong.

“Hobi. What are you doing?” I question, confused. 

“Yeah Hobi, what are you doing?” Jimin the brat asks, still smirking. 

“Just stay for a while longer. You’re warm,” Hobi complains. 

He must still be in a sleepy stupor. There’s no way he actually wants me to stay, especially on his lap of all places. But, he looks exhausted, and I don’t mind the warmth either.

“Okay, fine.” I give in, sitting back down. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs into my ear, and I feel a small shiver go down my back at his voice. 

“Okay, I’ll admit, this is super cute to watch,” Jin says, ignoring the glares Hobi and I send to him. 

“Can we please stop talking about y/n and I?” Hobi asks, exasperated. 

“Fine, fine.” 

~

After much time spent snuggling, we all have to (reluctantly) get up and get ready for the day.

“Oh shit, it’s already 7:15! I’m going to be so late!” Namjoon exclaims, hastily having Jimin get off his lap and rushing inside. Jimin pouts, but then realizes he had to be at the studio fifteen minutes ago. 

“HOBI-HYUNG WE HAVE TO GO!” Jimin screams. 

“You have to go. I don’t have class until 10:30 today, remember?” Hobi brags smugly. 

“You bitch. Whatever!” Jimin leaves the door wide open. 

The remaining boys (minus Hobi) are also starting to freak out. 

“I have class soon…should I just skip? I don’t really want to go…” Jungkook rambles.

Taehyung is stressing too. 

“I have a meeting with my manager but the sketches for the designs aren’t even done yet!” 

Jin doesn’t look too worried, but something is bothering him because I hear him say, “…hope the order comes in today. If not, I guess I’ll have to reorder from a different company. One maybe like…”

Yoongi is just face planted into Jin’s broad shoulder. I know he’s trying to ignore his problems, and honestly, I don’t blame him. 

“Well, y/n, seems as we’re the only ones who aren’t late for something, unless you have class today,” Hobi says to me.

“Nope. I do have class, but it doesn’t even start until 9:30, so I’m all good, unlike these idiots.” I gesture to the rest of the men on the balcony. 

He and I laugh, only slightly enjoying the chaos.

“Loves, why don’t you go get ready? Y/n and I will help you in any way that we can,” Hobi suggests. 

Taehyung and Jungkook head inside quickly, but it’s a small struggle to get Yoongi off of Jin. 

“C’mon Yoodles, you have to get ready,” I plead. But all I get is more groaning. 

“Jin, can you just carry him inside?” Hobi finally asks, frustrated with Yoongi.

“Yeah, sure.” 

Jin carries Yoongi inside bridal-style and Hobi and I gather the blankets to take back to the living room. 

Heading inside it’s a mad house. All of the boys are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, and it’s almost comical. 

“Have you seen my other sock?”

“Why would I steal your tie, Namjoon?” 

“How would I know where your sock is? Learn to keep track of your clothes Jungkook!” 

“I don’t know, Jimin. Maybe it’s because you like to play pranks constantly?!” 

“Wow. Is it always this chaotic?” I ask Hobi, my eyes widening as Jungkook slips and almost falls on the floor. 

“Only when they’re running late,” Hobi responds. 

“Should we help them now?” I ask, wanting to help them before they embarrass themselves further.

“Yes. You start and I’ll go take the blankets downstairs,” Hobi says, already taking the remaining blankets from my arms.

“Okay,” I say, already walking to a struggling Namjoon. He’s stuck by the stairs frantically trying to put on his found tie.

“Here, let me.” I quickly knot it and button the cuffs on his shirt. 

“Thanks y/n!” He gives me a quick peck on the top of my head and speeds down the stairs, hardly aware of what he just did. 

Must be an instinctive thing, I think. I don’t have time to dwell on the kiss before I divert my attention to Taehyung and Jungkook, who are currently looking for the latter’s lost sock in his room. 

“Jungkook, can’t you wear other socks?” I ask, going into his room. I audibly gasp at the mess that is his room. 

“If you would clean your room maybe this wouldn’t happen!” I exclaim, making Jungkook roll his eyes as he looks under his unmade bed.

“Can it y/n. I don’t want to hear it right now. Now, are you going to help or stand there gaping?” 

“I don’t even know what the sock looks like!” I complain, throwing up my hands.

“It’s this,” Taehyung says, holding up a basic white Calvin Klein sock. 

“Seriously? Jungkook! You can wear another pair!” I say, looking for another pair in his dresser.

“Actually I can’t,” Jungkook says, stopping looking for a second to cross his arms at me. 

“And why not?” I retort.

“Because all my other socks are dirty,” is the proud response. 

“Jungkook!” I throw my hands up yet again, amazed how a grown man can act like a teenager.

“Hey you two, stop arguing! Y/n, just look for the damn sock, okay?” Taehyung asks me, annoyed with our banter. 

“Fine.”

After deep searching for a bit, Jungkook finds it under a pile of black tshirts.

“Found it!” He cries triumphantly, rushing to put it and the other one on. 

“Great,” says Taehyung, “Now I’m going to go get ready. Kook, if you leave without me I’ll burn your favorite bucket hat!” He hops over piles of clothes and dashes to his room.

“I’m going to go help someone else now,” I say, starting to walk out. But Jungkook grabs my arm.

“Wait, y/n. I wanted to apologize for earlier. On the porch. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the Hobi-hyung lap thing. I really didn’t think about it,” he says, doe eyes apologetic.

I don’t respond for a moment, body heating up at how close Jungkook is.

“Hey, y/n? Hello? I’m sorry?” 

I snap out of it. They’re just cute men and I’m just getting over my ex. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I forgive you silly.” I manage to get out.

“Yay! Thanks y/n!” Jungkook hugs me for a brief second, pulling away far too quickly for my liking. He looks into my eyes after, evil-looking smile starting to form.

“What?” I ask, nervous.

“Nothing. I’ve got to go, see you later y/n.” With that, he runs out, screaming “Tae hurry up!” 

I sigh after he leaves, tired of my little crush getting in the way of a good friendship, and confused about Jungkook. Pushing down my thoughts I run out to go help the others. 

Looking downstairs, I see Namjoon and Hobi talking, Namjoon tapping his foot. Who would he be waiting on? 

I decide to head to look for Jin to see if he needs anything, but pause after passing Yoongi’s room. There’s Jin, sitting with Yoongi at the foot of the bed.

“Hey Jin, how can I help?” I ask, noting how Jin is only half dressed, his patterned pajama pants still on. 

“Help Yoongi. Please. Get him to go to work.” 

Yoongi still won’t go?

Jin continues, “I have to go or Namjoon will kill me. Thank you y/n!” He leaves quickly, leaving me with a dead Yoongi. 

“Hey Yoongi. How can I help you?” I ask, sitting down next to him.

“Can you go to my work? I don’t want to produce music,” Yoongi complains, putting his head on my shoulder, much like he did with Jin earlier. 

“Oh Yoodles. I know work isn’t your most favorite thing in the world, but don’t you find some joy in it?” Surely there must be a reason for his job.

“I guess…”

“You get to work with amazing and talented people and help them to achieve their dreams!” I try to hype him up, which semi-works.

“I guess so…” he says reluctantly. 

“You’re a dream maker! So, get on up and go help make dreams happen!” I cheer. 

“Damn. You really have a way of making me feel guilty y/n,” Yoongi says, slowly getting up and moving to his closet. 

“Great! I’m glad it worked,” I say happily, leaving to let him have his privacy. 

Now, who else is left? Namjoon and Jin left, Jungkook and Taehyung are almost ready, Yoongi’s finally alive-ish…that only leaves-

“JIMIN-HYUNG!” 

I whip my head to the loud shout coming from downstairs. Sure enough, there’s Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. Jimin’s tickling Taehyung on the floor and Jungkook’s recording it. Hobi is nowhere to be seen. 

I dash down the stairs, putting my hands on my hips.

“Guys, you’re already late as it is. What’s the point of this?” 

Jungkook just grins, enjoying the show, while Jimin says, “TaeTae here decided that it was a good idea to dye my sweatshirt neon orange.”

“I-I’M SORRY HYUNG!” Taehyung screeches out, breathless.

“Mmm…” Jimin just ignores him and Jungkook just keeps recording. Looks like it’s up to me to save poor Tae. I know I can’t physically pull Jimin off of him, but if I could get Jungkook to stop him…

“Jungkook, how would Professor Choi feel if you were late to class?” I ask him, raising my eyebrows. Professor Choi is a stickler for punctuality, and if Jungkook was late this would get him on Choi’s bad side.

“Shit, I do have Choi today. C’mon Jimin, let Tae go. Choi’s going to have my head!” Jungkook is frantic now, pulling Jimin off a tired Taehyung. 

“Hey, you’re no fun Kook.” Jimin pouts, but Jungkook just drags Taehyung out the door.

“Bye y/n!” 

The door shuts. 

“What just happened?” Hobi says, coming out of the bathroom, “It sounded like someone was dying.” 

I turn to Jimin and say, “This rascal was tickling Taehyung and not letting him and Jungkook leave.” 

Jimin sticks his tongue out at me. 

“Tattletale!” 

“Yeah yeah whatever. Jimin, you need to leave now or else you’re going to be more late. Go.” Hobi says firmly. 

“But-“

“No buts. Go. Now.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Jimin says cheekily, crossing his arms. Wow, he must really not want to go teach. 

Hobi’s eyes become slits as he takes a couple steps to Jimin, making him slightly nervous. Eventually Jimin’s backed up into the dining table. Hobi has his hands on either side of Jimin, effectively trapping him. 

“You will go to work. Or else I will make you. I will drive you there myself and sit in your class to watch you.” Hobi’s voice is fully darkened now, dangerous look in his eyes.

Jimin just shudders slightly, his confidence gone. 

“Be a good boy for me.” 

This command makes Jimin swallow and say quietly, “Yes, Hobi-hyung.” 

“Good.” With that, Hobi steps back and lets Jimin leave. 

What did I just see? I must look shocked because Hobi turns to me and laughs.

“Don’t look so scared y/n! Jimin’s just a brat sometimes and needs to be taught to listen to his elders.” The happy Hobi is back?

“Jimin’s always a brat, Hobi,” says Yoongi, coming down the stairs in a nice button down and slacks, foregoing his usual comfy clothes.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Someone’s got to teach him a lesson sometimes,” Hobi says, going to put him arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, “By the way, looking good today, babe. Not the usual sweats I see,” He teases. 

“Fuck off. I have a meeting today and I have to dress nice,” Yoongi says, trying to shove Hobi’s arm off but failing.

Hobi just laughs and pulls Yoongi into a kiss. 

“Love you too babe.”  

I divert my eyes, feeling like I’m interrupting a sweet moment. 

“Hobi, I love you too, but I have to go,” says Yoongi, pulling away.

“Okay fine. But I want to kiss you lots when you come home today, okay?“ Hobi says, pout evident on his face.

“Okay, my sunshine. I’ll be back tonight around five, just for you.” Yoongi leaves with one last peck. 

It’s quiet now, only Hobi and I in the house. I collapse on the living room couch, appreciating how I sink into the beige cushions. 

Hobi sits in an armchair, looking tired as well.

“Well, now it’s just you and me. For a while, anyway,” he says, closing his eyes.

“Yep. I still have about an hour before I have to leave, so I guess I’ll go get ready,” I say, but don’t move. Why is this couch so comfy? 

“Cool.” Hobi closes his eyes, ready to fall back asleep. 

I lie there for a couple more minutes before I force myself upstairs. 

Jimin’s orange-dyed hoodie lies on the floor outside his room, forgotten. I pick it up and decide to put it in his room, as to not have clothes just lying around. Opening the door I turn on the light. Stepping inside I lay the hoodie on a chair, and turn to leave, when I see a notebook open on his desk. It looks like he’s written out choreography. 

Taking a step I look and indeed, it’s choreography for a beautiful contemporary dance. It’s a partner dance, with plenty of lifts and moves done together. Huh, I wonder who Jimin made this for. The only other person I can think of is Hobi, but he mostly dances hip-hop. 

Then I see the title on the top of the page. 

Y/n’s dance

Why would Jimin choreograph a dance for me? And is he the partner? 

I rush out of the room, confused. This seems to be a very intimate and special thing, so why would Jimin do this for me? Why not one of his boyfriends?

I go inside my room and get ready, the dance still on my mind. After throwing on random clothes (that I hope are clean) I grab my backpack and go downstairs. 

Hobi’s seems to be sleeping again on the armchair, so I quietly open my laptop and double check that I have my homework done. I’m anxious to distract myself from the questions swirling inside my head.

After confirming that I finished my assignment, I stand up to go. After putting my sneakers on I realize that I have to catch the bus today. Usually one of the boys (most likely Jungkook) drives me to class, but they’re all gone and I don’t want to wake Hobi 

Just as I’m about to leave, a rough voice says, “Wait, y/n, I’ll drive you.” 

I turn and there’s Hobi, rubbing his eyes as he stands up, stretching.

“Oh, Hobi, it’s okay! Sleep a little longer before you have to get to class,” I say, feeling bad that I woke him up.

“It’s fine, y/n. I should probably be there soon anyways, so let me get my shoes on.” Hobi puts a cap on and pulls on his high tops.

Grabbing his keys and bag we head out. 

The drive is nice, peaceful. The radio plays quietly in the background, but it’s at a comfortable volume. 

Pulling up, I grab my backpack and hop out.

“Thanks for the ride Hobi!” I say, waving as he drives off.

“You two seem to be better,” remarks Hwasa, who’s standing there with Felix and Jackson. 

“Oh! Hi guys, I didn’t see you! And yes, we’re better now,” I say, thinking back to the fateful day at the studio. 

“Mhmm…interesting. I thought you hated each others’ guts?” Jackson asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Shut up Jackson,” I say, turning to Felix, “Anyways, how are you?”

“Hey!” 

“Shut up Jackson. And I’m fine, I guess. But I had a shit ton of homework this past week. Like, who assigns three different research assignments for a week? That’s barely enough time!” Felix complains. 

“I know, right?” I say, feeling for Felix. 

But then I look at my watch. “Crap, I’ve got to go. Foundations of Ed awaits!” I feign excitement, but it’s sarcastic.

“Let me walk with you. My class is near there, remember silly?” Hwasa says, linking arms with me. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Bye boys!” We wave goodbye to Felix and Jackson as we walk down the brick pathway.

“Okay, now that they’re gone, I have a question. What really happened between you and Hobi?” Hwasa immediately jumps to the point.

I sigh. 

“Hwasa, nothing happened. We just so happened to agree to get along. I guess you could say we’re friends now, but nothing more.” 

“Suuure,” Hwasa says with a roll of her eyes. 

“Oh! I wanted to ask you something,” I say quietly, making sure no one is super close to us.

“Hit me girl! I’ll answer to the best of my ability,” says Hwasa, matching my tone.

“Well…you know how you said earlier that the boys are into girls too? What did you mean by that?” 

“Exactly what I said! They might not look it, but they def swing both ways. The maknaes especially. But, don’t let that fool you. The older ones also are a sucker for cute girls like you,” Hwasa teases, us now approaching my building.

“Shh! Don’t say that. I was just curious is all,” I say, nudging her. 

“I’m sure. Now, you have fun in class and don’t think too hard about the boys!” Hwasa leaves me with a wink.

I sigh before heading to class. 

Going to my far corner seat, I see that the chair beside me is still empty. That’s not uncommon, as Seungmin is usually almost late (much to Professor Shin’s dismay). 

Sure enough, two minutes until class starts Seungmin comes sliding in, looking as tired as he normally does.

“Hey, Seungmin,” I say,pulling out my assignment as he rests his head on his desk.

“Hey y/n,” He murmers, closing his eyes.

I hit him on the head with my (now) rolled up paper and he whines.

“Why did you do that?” 

“Because! Professor Shin is going to be really mad at you, once again. Just sit up and act like you’re paying attention. If you do that I’ll give you my notes later.” 

This compromise makes the boy sit up and actually look alert for once. 

I laugh at how easy that was.

~

After class Seungmin and I walk downstairs together. 

“I’ll send you the notes this evening, okay?” I say to him.

“Okay, thanks again y/n!”

We reach the door and he opens it for me, ever the gentlemen. 

Now’s the time where we normally part ways, but Seungmin stops me before I can say goodbye.

“Hey, y/n, I have to tell you something,” he says worriedly.

My brain immediately starts running a million different scenarios. Does he not want to be my friend anymore? Does he not want to be desk partners anymore? 

“So there’s this rumor going around that you’re just using the Bangtan boys as your sugar daddies and don’t actually care about them-“ Seungmin starts rambling. 

A rumor? Who in the world would be crazy enough to make a rumor that I’m a sugar baby? And with the boys of all people! 

“-but I don’t believe it because you’re so nice and always letting me copy your notes but that’s what it is and-“ Poor Seungmin is still going. 

“Seungmin,” I reach out to place my hand on his arm, “Slow down. Please. Who told you this?” 

“I heard it from Chan who heard it from Han who heard it from Solar who heard it from Hwasa who heard it from Haneul.” Seungmin is now slightly breathless from all the names.

So it is Haneul. I had my suspicions but needed to confirm. That girl! I’m not trying to get into drama but she just keeps creating it.

“Thank you for telling me Seungmin,” I say, giving him a side hug. Why didn’t Hwasa tell me?

“Of course, y/n,” says Seungmin as he accepts the hug. He smells like a candle, warm and strong.

We pull away and I try my best to smile. 

“I really do appreciate it,” I say genuinely.

“You’re welcome. And trust me! I don’t believe these rumors and I tell everyone who believes it that it’s not true. I promise I defend you y/n!” 

“Thank you. That means a lot. I wish my other friends would‘ve told me.” My brain still wonders why Hwasa didn’t tell me. 

“Well, I’m glad I could make you aware. I have to go, Chan’s waiting, but see you later!” He waves goodbye and goes to a handsome man who I assume is ‘Chan.’

‘Chan’ gives me a look as he leads Seungmin away, and it seems like he doesn’t like me. Guess I’ll have to add him to the list.

I’m walking to go eat lunch and text Hwasa on the way there.

me: why didn’t u tell me about the rumor?

It’s on sent still when I reach my usual picnic table. I sit down, waiting for Jackson and Hwasa. Then I get a text from Jackson.

jackson: Hey sorry to skip lunch but Hwasa and I are working on a project :(

There goes me being able to question Hwasa in person. My only hope is that she replies to my text.

I pull out my lunch and am about to eat when I see Haneul and her friends walking up to me. Great. 

“Hey y/n!” She says cheerfully, stopping in front of me.

“Hey Haneul,” I say, trying to not show any emotion.

“How are you today?” She asks sweetly. 

But her friends blow her nice girl cover, giggling behind their hands.

“I’m fine. How are you?” Hopefully if I act disinterested she and her friends will leave.

“Fine. How’s being a sugar baby?” 

I can’t believe she can so blatantly ask that, but with her track record it’s not surprising.

“Haneul, I’m not a sugar baby. You of all people should know how kind the boys are,” I say, giving up a quiet lunch. Maybe I can go hide out in an empty classroom until my Psych class? 

These words send Haneul over the edge, as she suddenly shouts out “Just shut up you bitch!” Her hands are balled into fists and her eyes burn into me. 

“Just admit it! I don’t understand how some people can’t see what a gold digger you are! You just so happen to stumble upon the boys and live with them? I say it’s not a coincidence! Stop pretending to be a good girl and drop the act! Admit it!”

Hanuel’s practically screaming by now, and many heads have turned to look at us.

I am trying to think of something to say, but freeze. Too many eyes are on us and I don’t want to provoke her more in case she gets violent. That’s what always happened with my ex. I thought that I escaped these situations.

“I’m sorry for anything I did to make you feel this way,” I finally whisper, trying to not draw more attention.

“You’re so fucking stupid, thinking no one would find out.” Haneul utters this sentence and I feel the start of tears form in my eyes. I swallow, attempting but failing to lose the lump in my throat.

Trying to escape, I grab my stuff and make to go anywhere but here. Haneul isn’t done, though.

“I think you’re just sleeping with them in order to live with them! What else would a poor, stupid, gold digger do?” 

I force myself to start running, even with the heavy weight of my backpack. I head in a random direction as best as I can.

“Fucking loser!” Haneul shouts behind me. 

I’m just grateful that she’s not following me.

Finding a secluded corner under a tree I finally drop my stuff and sit. I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks slowly, my resolve crumbling now that I’m alone.

Why is it I always end up in these situations? 

Maybe I should go live in the dorms. That would solve this problem. I should try to distance myself from the boys, so then hopefully there won’t be any more rumors.

My whole body is still as I sit underneath the tree. The tears are dried on my cheeks but my glasses are smudged, and I know I’m getting my clothes dirty. 

It all doesn’t matter right now.

I sit there for a while, lost in my thoughts.

After a bit, my phone dings and I check it, grateful for a distraction. 

Opening my messages, I hope that it’s Hwasa.

Instead, it’s Jungkook. 

jungkookie 🍪 : What the fuck just happened between u and Haneul?

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vii 🌷

summary: seven men and how you came to date them. 

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*warnings: f reader, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (happy ending, don’t worry), fluffy ending, curse words*

word count ~1.8k

hello! so so sorry for not writing in a hot second 😅 life’s been busy, you know? I promise I’m still working on catharsis, but I’m so excited to try writing for other stories. I apologize if this doesn’t make much sense, I’m just trying to get back into writing!

I’m going to try something new and write something, even if it’s short, every day in december. let’s see if I can keep that up! that’ll start soon but for now, here’s a short and cute story. enjoy! 🩷

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Meeting Kim Namjoon was like fate. Who knew going to a new coffee shop would lead to encountering the adorable dimpled man? Knowledgeable in plants and caring, Namjoon is a warm blanket on a rainy day. Warm smiles and cozy conversations lead to a little bit of flirting too, if you will. Finding out he had a boyfriend, let alone six, made your heart squeeze just a bit. Oh, well, his boyfriends are lucky and you can move on.

Kim Seokjin: handsome man who just so happens to move in next door to you. Endearing and sweet, you bond after giving him some welcome cookies. He then proceeds to make you dinner and then the friendship blossoms. Jin often winks and flirts, but never so much to make you uncomfortable. Is there something there? As it turns out, no. Jin is dating someone, and you can’t help but feel a little frustrated. Why didn’t he tell you he was taken?

A little disgruntled but not completely hopeless, Min Yoongi bumps into your life. Literally. Running after his dog he trips and falls straight into your arms. Blushing and embarrassed he apologizes, soon catching his dog and coming back to talk to you. Offering to go to lunch, you accept. Many more lunch ‘dates’ follow, and soon your heart slips and falls just like Yoongi did the first time you met. But it falls flat as Yoongi explains that his cute keychain was made by his boyfriend. 

Slightly heartbroken, you motivate yourself to focus on self-care and not dating. You start taking dance classes, where you meet a cute boy who introduces himself as Jung Hoseok. Not only are his moves smooth, his flirting is also. Pushing down the desire to flirt back, you maintain a friendly relationship, mostly ignoring the winks and smooth talking. But, as it always seems, your big dumb heart gets in the way. As smooth as butter you fall for him. This time hope sprouts because even though Hobi has boyfriends (yes, multiple), he says their relationship is open and they wouldn’t mind dating a girl too. He just hopes someday he can introduce them to you. 

Park Jimin comes in one day to pick up Hobi, and that’s when you realize that all other flirting was mild compared to Jimin’s. He’s the little shit who’s always trying to ‘woo’ you. Which at first was awkward, but then Hobi explained that this was one of his boyfriends, and that Jimin would flirt with anything that breathes. To which Jimin pouted but then shrugged and agreed. Jimin’s flirty side is often present, but his soft side is even more adorable. 

With you dating two perfect men, your heart is so full but you still feel a bit empty. No, you tell yourself, you’re so lucky to have your Hobi and your Chim, don’t be ungrateful. 

Turns out your talks don’t work very well because after going bowling with some friends you meet Kim Taehyung. After offering to buy you nachos you two hit it off. You proudly explain that you’re dating two amazing men, but before you can tell him their names another stunning man comes to get ‘Tae’ as it’s his turn to bowl. A brief introduction and you find out it’s Taehyung’s boyfriend Jungkook. Watching them bowl is the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen. Once in a while Taehyung will flash a grin in your direction, making your heart zing! Oh, what those eyes do to you.

Taehyung, after only meeting up a couple times, considers you and him to be best friends. And because you’re best friends, you’re required to go with him and his hoy boyfriend Jeon Jungkook wherever he wants. Jeon Jungkook is a man infatuate with love. Love for Taehyung. Even though he may look intimidating (intimidatingly hot) with his tattoos and lip ring, Jungkook couldn’t be more of a boba ball. Watching him makes you think chivalry isn’t dead after all. You find it hard to believe that someone could love another more than Hobi and Jimin love you, but here you are. 

Hobi and Jimin are the only two dating you, and you’ve always wondered how that works with their other five boyfriends. But, when you ask, they just wave it off, saying ‘Our relationship is very open. We all trust each other and always communicate before making a move.’ Shrugging it off, you bask in their love as long as you can. Until one day they say it’s time for you to meet the rest of their boyfriends. 

~

The fateful day arrives. Hobi and Jimin continue to reassure you, but you’re still immensely nervous. To make you comfortable, you all meet at their house mansion.

Twisting the door handle nervously, you step inside, flanked by Hobi and Jimin. Eyes blown wide in shock, you survey the other five men in the living room. All men whom you know. Warm Namjoon, confident Jin, intelligent Yoongi, your best friend Taehyung, and finally, Jeon fucking Jungkook. 

Taehyung is the first to run over. ‘You’re dating Hobi hyung and Jimin hyung?!’ 

Jungkook trails behind, as he always does (a lovesick puppy is the analogy you use), ‘So you’re the mysterious girl they’re dating…’

Hugging Taehyung while still in a daze, you glance around at the other men in the room. How is it possible that you never put the pieces together? Of course these men would love Namjoon so dearly, adore Jin’s confidence, make Yoongi a handmade keychain, relish Hoseok’s sunny smile, give Jimin the attention he deserves, get lost in Tae’s eyes, and baby their maknae Jungkook. 

It all makes sense now.

You see Namjoon and Jin give each other a look, Namjoon saying “Jin! Why didn’t you tell me this was the beautiful neighbor of yours?”

You blush slightly, partly because of the compliment and partly because Taehyung was currently clinging to you like an overgrown puppy. 

“Can we date you too? Pleeeeeease?” He begs cutely, not fully understanding the implications of that.

“Hey, leave her alone you rascal,” Yoongi says, trying, and failing, to pry Taehyung off of me. 

You hear a voice calling your name and you twist your head to look (Taehyung and Jungkook are now holding onto you). It’s Jimin.

“Why don’t you explain the whole thing to us?” Jimin asks, looking as confused as Hobi. 

You nod, and slowly walk over to the couch and sit, Taehyung and Jungkook on either side of you. 

“Okay, well…I’m not entirely sure how to start,” you explain sheepishly, trying to calm your pulsing heart. 

“Just explain how you somehow know all of our boyfriends,” Hobi says, also trying and failing to wrestle the maknaes off of me. 

And you do. Starting with Namjoon, you explain how you met him at a coffee shop.

“So that explains why Joon was always sneaking off! Huh, no wonder, no one drinks that much coffee except Yoongi,” Jimin says, earning a small shove from Yoongi.

You then proceeded to tell them that after finding out Namjoon was taken, you had met Jin. 

“I brought him cookies and then we started hanging out more often-“ 

Namjoon bursts out laughing.

“He didn’t even mention cookies! And that’s a surprise because he loves to cook. All he could talk about was how beautiful his new neighbor was,” Namjoon teases.

“Yah! Am I wrong? She’s almost as beautiful as me!”  Jin says indignantly. 

Heat flushes to your face yet again and you stare at the ground.

“Guys please, you’re just making her nervous. Let her finish her story,” Hobi chides.

You tell them about how you found Yoongi after Jin, a grin forming on your lips. They all start laughing as you say that Yoongi tripped while running after his dog.

“You-you tripped? While chasing Holly?” The maknaes can barely control themselves, their whole bodies shaking with laughter. 

“Look, you don’t get to be like that. I’ve seen you trip when the food arrives,” Yoongi grumbles, small dusting of pink on his cheeks.

He looks so cute, you think. Wait, what?

“Okay, okay. Let’s hear the rest of the story,” Yoongi says, trying to take the attention off of him. 

“I think I know what comes next!” Hobi says excitedly.

You feel your heart warm as you recount how you met Hobi and Jimin and then started dating both of them. The boys nod, glad to finally hear the story.

“And then I met Tae,” you say fondly, glancing to the man on your left. His eyes sparkle as you tell the story, starting with the bowling alley. 

“Now we’re besties!” Tae says, bouncing excitedly on the couch, “Since we’re already besties, I think we should date!” 

“Tae. You can’t just assume that. You have to respect her boundaries and her choices,” Jimin tries to explain. 

“I know…but please? Can we at least try it?” Tae begs, looking at me with those dark chocolate puppy eyes.

“We haven’t finished the story yet! I want to hear how you met Jungkookie,” Hobi says pointedly. 

“Fine…” Tae whines, earning a chuckle from Hobi.

You share how Tae and Jungkook were dating when you met Tae, so by default you got to know Jungkook. You often went on ‘dates’ with them, third-wheeling at its finest. 

“Okay, now we’re done,” Jin says to Tae, “And I think that we all have something we want to ask.” 

Hobi and Jimin look at each other, already seeming to know what the question was.

“Okay guys, don’t keep me in suspense. Ask me!” You say nervously, wondering if they were going to ask you to break up with Hobi and Jimin.

“Well…”  Namjoon starts, swallowing nervously.

“We were wondering if you would be interested in dating all of us,” Yoongi states matter-of-factly.

“Hyung! You didn’t have to say it that brashly,” Jungkook whispers loudly.

“Whatever, you all were going to ask it anyway. This way we get a quicker response,” Yoongi shrugs as the boys fall silent, waiting for your answer.

You can barely function at the question. Date all seven of them? You barely feel that you deserve Hobi and Jimin. 

“If you don’t want to it’s okay,” Namjoon says, trying to assure you. 

Looking at all of their faces makes your heart flip. Namjoon with his dimples (that you want to poke so badly), Jin and his perfect features, Yoongi’s gummy smile, Hobi and his heart lips that you love to kiss, Jimin’s squishy cheeks and crescent eyes, Tae’s chocolate orbs (which you swear can light up the universe), and Jungkook’s cute boba ball qualities.

You smile, having made up your mind.

“I’d love to give it a try.” 

Tae hugs you immediately, making you fall back on the couch.

And with that, you could tell that you made the right decision. 

~

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter five

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*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, use of the word ‘damn’ (lol don’t know if that counts as a curse word, but I’ll still put it as a warning)

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Now that Hoseok and I aren’t completely enemies, I notice that the boys are happier. I know they’re happy that we’re getting along, and I’ll admit that I’m also happier. I no longer feel super awkward around Hoseok, and he then tells me to call him ‘Hobi.’ A giant step, if I do say so myself. 

The school year drags goes on, and I throw myself deep into piles of homework and semi-late nights. If I’m not doing homework, I lie on my bed and binge k-dramas, usually falling asleep while watching. 

It’s another normal Wednesday, and I’m walking to class when I hear a voice call out behind me, “Y/n! Wait up!”

I turn and see Jungkook and…Taehyung? What’s he doing here? I thought that he had a shoot today. He is going to showcase his new line of clothes, which he calls ‘Reflection.’ I saw a couple of his sketches and they were gorgeous formal gowns.

I turn around.

“What’s up…Tae why are you here? I thought that you had a shoot today.” 

“That’s…why…I’m…here…” Tae pants, tired from running. 

“What TaeTae here is trying to say is that yes, there is a shoot today, and yes, we need you to model in it! Our model is sick, so our first thought was you!” 

I’m shocked. Me? A model? I may not hate my appearance, but I’m still human and am insecure about being in front of a camera. 

“Me? No way. You’re funny. I can’t model!” 

“Why not? You’re gorgeous and perfect for the role.” Taehyung says, not panting anymore.

My cheeks flame, and I say quietly, “Girls with glasses can’t be models.” 

I’ve seen many different models on ads and online, and while there is diversity and inclusion, I almost never see models with glasses. (author here-I agree with this and think that there should be more models with glasses. the only celeb that I can think of is actress anna cathcart. love her so much!!) I love my glasses, but sometimes I feel like there are so many stereotypes around people with glasses. I don’t feel comfortable with contacts, so I’ve embraced the beauty of wearing glasses.

After I say this, both boys frown at my answer.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks me. 

“You know…there aren’t many models with glasses. I’m definitely not fit for this role. You should try to find someone else, like Hwasa.”

“But we want you, y/n. That’s why we’re here. Please won’t you come? If you absolutely don’t feel comfortable, no pressure. But we could use you.” 

I hate making quick decisions, as I like to plan out the outcomes of each choice and then decide. I guess today’s a day for being spontaneous because I cave after seeing Jungkook and Taehyung’s puppy eyes.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

They cheer. 

“Yes! C’mon, let’s go!” They start walking to the car.

I follow behind them, my class forgotten. Oh well. Today was only a review day, and I can do it online later so it’ll be fine. 

My brain starts racing, the thought of not being good enough crossing it often. I’ve never even modeled before! I have no clue what I’m doing. 

I sit in the backseat, trying to calm my nerves. Eventually we reach a grand looking building with gorgeous pillars. 

“Wow…it’s beautiful,” I marvel, staring at the vintage yet ornate detailing.

“Yeah it is…now we’ve got to go! We’re already behind schedule,” Taehyung urges. 

Us three rush inside, where there’s a grand staircase and a ballroom to the right. Both are filled with people rushing around. Stylists, hair and makeup people, producers, etc. Taehyung is talking to a woman who looks professional and serious with a headset. She nods, and then gestures for me to follow her.

“Go with Sasha! She’s my assistant and she’ll take you to hair and makeup!” 

I rush after Sasha, trying to keep up with her long strides. There’s a hair and makeup crew set up in a smaller room off into the corner. 

Sasha pops her head in and says, “Here’s the new model. Same look as planned and make it quick.” She then spins on her heel and walks away.

The stylists put me in a chair and have me take my glasses off. There are expensive makeup palettes and high-end hair products everywhere. They make quick work of me, and I try to stay as still as possible. My hair is being curled and put up in a half-up style. 

Finally, they tell me to put my glasses back on. I do, and am stunned by how I look. Deep red eyeshadow with a hint of gold sparkle and matching lip make me look sophisticated and my glasses showcase the eye makeup. My hair is bouncy from the curls and they put it into a simple half-up style with a small gold clip and pieces of my hair framing my face. I have never felt more beautiful. 

“Wow, thank you. You all did such an amazing job!” I repeat over and over to them. 

They all smile sheepishly and wave it off, saying “It’s our job!” 

Sasha comes back, and nods her approval, then rushes me off to wardrobe. The wardrobe woman put me in a stunning wine-colored dress that’s off the shoulder and has drapes of fabric around my shoulders. The waist has subtle gold detailing, and the skirt is full and loose around my gold heels (think ballgown). Gloves that match hit me slightly above the elbow, and I feel like a princess. I cannot believe that Taehyung designed this. 

Sasha comes yet again, but this time we’re going to start the shoot. As she leads me out to the grand staircase, I see Tae with a worried look on his face. But, as soon as he sees me, it melts into an awestruck smile. 

“Y/n…you look absolutely perfect. That dress was made for you!” 

“I can’t believe you designed this Tae, it’s so beautiful,” I say, smoothing my skirt down, looking at the glamorous design.

“It’s not the design but the person wearing it,” Taehyung says, still looking at me. 

“Hate to break this up, but we need to get started. Let’s get some solo shots before we include Jungkook,” Sasha interrupts. 

Jungkook? What’s he doing? Is he a model too? 

“Okay, y/n, go up to the staircase and place your hand on it and gaze out into the distance,” Taehyung orders, switching to full on director mode.

I do as he says, and try not to feel awkward as there are so many people watching and making adjustments to the hot lights and my dress. 

“Perfect…” says the photographer, taking many photos. 

“Great, now walk slowly down with your hand still on the railing and look slightly above my head with that same gaze.”

I try to do as Tae says, but he shakes his head at me. “You’re too stiff, loosen up a bit. Go up and try again.” 

I do, trying not to feel like he’s disappointed in me. After multiple tries, me getting frustrated every time we have to start over, we finally get the shots that Taehyung wants.

After what seems like forever, we move on to the next style. I change into a black ballgown with capped sleeves and more long elbow length gloves and real diamonds on the skirt. My makeup is changed to a subtle smoky eye and bright red lip. Hair now upswept in a chignon, a detailed diamond headpiece rests heavily on my head. I feel like a Hollywood starlet.

“Okay! After Jungkook’s ready, we’ll start.” 

I learned that Jungkook is going to be a model with me, as we’re going to do ‘romantic partner shots,’ which is what Sasha calls it. 

I wait impatiently, the black heels hurting my feet and my head heavy with diamonds. It’s also late afternoon now, and I just want to change and go eat. 

Jungkook finally shows, dressed in a classic tuxedo. I’ll admit, he looks like a fairytale prince. 

“Let’s go over the windows and get some shots with the sun streaming in,” Taehyung instructs. 

He then positions us in a class ‘romantic looking into each other’s eyes’ pose, with Kook’s left arm around my waist and my left hand holding the dress out slightly. 

(ignore this horrible drawing. I only did it because I’m one who needs visual representation of what everything looks like and thought some people might need a pic lol)

I gulp as I stare into Jungkook’s big doe eyes. He’s so damn handsome, and I don’t feel that I deserve to be next to him. 

He winks at me, and I swear I turn into a tomato. But, we have to continue holding our gaze until finally, Taehyung says we can move on. 

The next pose is where Jungkook dips me. I’ll admit, this one is really fun to do. We have to do it may times, and each time I find myself falling harder into Jungkook’s eyes. 

Taehyung says that he has one more idea and turns on instrumental music. 

“Okay, for this last one I want you guys to waltz to the music. This will create more candid shots, so let’s start!” 

Great. There’s only one problem with that.

“Jungkook,” I hiss under my breath, “I have no clue how to waltz.” 

“I thought you were a dancer?” He asks me in a whisper. 

“I do contemporary dance! Not ballroom dancing.” I laugh nervously, wondering how we’re going to pull this off.

“Just follow my lead,” Jungkook says, starting to step with me slowly. 

I do as he says, and after stepping on his toes a couple times we fall into a rhythm. Soon the music fades away and all I can focus on is Jungkook. His handsome features, kind nature, soft smile…oh no. I like Jungkook. 

And then I stumble.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Jungkook asks me worriedly, and I just nod, too dazed with my feelings to respond in words.

“Are you sure?” Tae asks me as well, concerned look on his face. 

“I’m fine guys, really,” I assure them. 

“Okay, well we got all the shots that we needed, so you’re both free to leave! I have to stay here for a while, though,” Taehyung says, still in director mode. 

“Don’t be so serious Tae! But you’d better come home before midnight because otherwise Joon-hyung will be mad at you,” Jungkook says, going to kiss Taheyung’s cheek. 

“Okay okay Kook. I’ll probably be back by seven tonight, so don’t worry,” Taehyung laughs, going back to the person I know. 

“Good. I love you,” Jungkook says, rubbing his nose against Tae’s. 

“Love you too my little bunny,” Taehyung teases.

“Hey! I told you not to call me that!” 

~ 

Jungkook and I change and I take off the heavy makeup, then we head home. I run my fingers through my hair, happy to have it loose and free again instead. 

But as I get into the passenger seat, I can feel myself getting irritated with my feelings. God y/n, why do you like someone who’s taken? How do you get yourself into these situations? 

“Hey y/n, you ok?” Jungkook’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. 

“Oh! Yeah I’m fine, I’m just tired from the shoot,” I say, only half-lying. 

“Yeah, the first couple shoots are pretty exhausting, but you did great for someone who’s never modeled before!” Jungkook praises.

I feel myself blush again. Why do I always blush at the most simple compliments? Oh wait, it’s because I like Jungkook. 

“Thanks Kook,” I say, trying to not feel the sweat coursing through my body.

“Joon asked us if we could pick up pizza, so I placed the order while we were at the shoot,” Jungkook explains as we start going a different route.

“Just how many pizzas did you order?” I ask, knowing that their appetites are huge. 

“Seven.” 

“Seven?” I ask, surprised. But I shouldn’t be, because I know that the boys could probably each eat their own pizza.

“Yeah, Tae won’t eat with us so everyone gets their own!” Jungkook cheers as we pull into the pizza place.

“I’m not even sure that I can eat a whole pizza,” I admit, thinking of the greasy slices.

“It’s okay, leftovers!” Jungkook exclaims. 

“Okay leftovers boy, let’s go,” I say, laughing at his enthusiasm. 

We step into the pizza place and the smell immediately makes my stomach growl. Jungkook goes to the counter and says that he has a pick-up order, and after a minute seven fresh boxes come out. I carry three and Kook carries four. 

We stack the boxes in my lap, and I can barely see over them. 

“We’re almost there y/n,” Jungkook says, chuckling at my wide-eyed expression. 

After a little bit we reach home. 

Jungkook parks then opens my door for me, taking all of the pizza boxes. 

I try to take some back but he waves me off, saying “You held them all the way home!”

Stepping through the garage door I yell out, “Pizza!” 

Namjoon immediately puts down his laptop on the coffee table and comes to help us. We set up the boxes on the counter. 

Yoongi slowly appears from the studio with Jin and Hobi comes out of the dance studio.

“Where’s Jimin?” I ask, noticing that he’s the only one missing.

“He’s upstairs I think,” Jin responds.

“I’ll go get him,” I say, starting up the stairs.

“Thanks y/n!” Joon calls.

I go straight to Jimin’s room, thinking that he’s taking a nap. 

“Jimin it’s time for-“ 

I freeze as I open the door. There, standing without a shirt on is Jimin. He has sweats on that dip dangerously low and his abs are gorgeous. He looks like an angel.

“Time for what, y/n?” Jimin asks, his voice slightly lower than normal.

“Um…time….for…” I trail off, averting my eyes. I’m turning red for the second time in one day. First Jungkook now Jimin!

“Like what you see?” Jimin asks with a smirk. 

An angel? No, he’s a devil.

“No…” I stammer out, trying to burn the image out of my mind. 

In the end, I just turn around abruptly and say in the way out, “Dinner’s ready! And please put on a shirt…” 

The last part makes him laugh as I shut the door behind me. I groan silently and put my hands on my head. This is not what I needed. Jungkook in a tux and Jimin shirtless is a double threat of hotness. 

Damn it. 

I also like Jimin. 

I can’t like both of them! This is a problem. I can’t like boys that have boyfriends! And I don’t even think that they like girls! Wait, Hwasa said that they did. Does that mean they all do? But I can’t like them! They’re strictly off limits! 

Too many questions run through my brain and somewhere in there I make a mental note to text Hwasa later and see what she says. 

I walk downstairs and bring myself to focus on the meal. Jimin’s abs-no, pizza. 

We sit down with our pizzas and Jimin comes sauntering down a minute later, now wearing a shirt. I just stare at my pizza slice. 

“Hey everyone!” He says, looking straight at me, a small smirk still on his face.

“Hi Jiminie!”

“Hey Chim.”

“Come sit down!”

He sits and we all dig in. The boys chat about their day and we eventually get to the topic of the photoshoot today. 

“Yeah, you guys should’ve seen y/n! She was such a pro even though it was her first time,” Jungkook gushes.

“That’s impressive y/n,” Yoongi says quietly amid the other compliments.

I smile and thank them.

“The dresses were so stunning. I can’t believe that Taehyung designed them,” I say, trying to divert the conversation to something else.

“Yeah, that’s our Tae. He’s always had such an eye for art. Just like Joon over here,” Hobi says, “Joon loves to go to museums for hours in the afternoon.” 

“Really? That’s cool. Who’s your favorite artist?” I ask Namjoon, surprised at hearing this.

“One of my favorites is J.M.W. Turner. His art is so beautiful and serene to look at. But I also like any kind of art, including music, fashion, etc.” Namjoon explains.

“Jin’s a cook, Yoongi’s a music producer, Jiminie and Hobi are dancers, Tae’s a fashion designer, and Kook is a cinematography major. You really found the right people!” I exclaim, thinking about how all of their careers are artistic, except maybe Namjoon’s. But, I think that teaching is also an art in its own way.

“I really did. I’m so lucky to have found them and-“

“Why am I the only one who doesn’t have a nickname?” Yoongi interrupts with a frown.

Jimin laughs at Yoongi, saying “I thought you didn’t like nicknames hyung!”

“Well…if i’m the only one without one I feel left out!” Yoongi complains.

I smile at his pout and decide to think of a nickname.

“What if I call you Yoodles?” I ask.

“Like noodles?” Jungkook asks, chortling.

“Yoodles is cute!” I argue defensively. 

“Okay, Yoodles it is,” Jin says, trying to break up the giggles and arguing currently going on.

“You’re the only one allowed to call me that, y/n,” Yoongi states, ignoring the boys’ “Hey!” “Why?” and “Not fair!”

“Sounds good Yoodles.” I try it out and see a gummy smile appear on Yoongi’s face. 

“Aww, y/n you made him smile!” Jimin teases, then sees Yoongi’s smile turn into a glare at him. 

“Now you made him mad!” I shake my head in fake disappointment. 

“Yeah Jimin, you made me mad,” Yoongi pouts cutely. 

“Alright guys, that’s enough. Just eat your pizza!” Jin complains again, although he’s looking fondly at the boys.

They comply and finish their whole pizzas. Meanwhile, I can only eat about six pieces before I feel stuffed. 

“Hey y/n, are you going to eat the rest of your pizza?” Namjoon asks me sheepishly.

“No, want my last two pieces?” I ask, giving the two slices to the beaming man.

“Thanks y/n!” His dimple pops out when he thanks me.

After doing the dishes we pile into the living room to watch a movie. Tae is home by now, tired but happy. 

Jungkook wanted to do a movie marathon, but then remembered that everyone has work/school the next day. 

Arguing over a movie takes a couple minutes, until we spin a wheel to determine who gets to choose. Jin wins so we watch Frozen. 

I look to where to sit, trying to avoid Jungkook and Jimin at any costs. The only spot that’s open is…in between Jungkook and Jimin. They must have planned this. Damn it. 

I reluctantly sink into the seat between them, trying to ignore their gazes. The movie starts, and the song at the beginning comes on.

Everything is fine for a bit, and I find myself slowly relaxing more into the cushions. Until ‘Do You Want to Build A Snowman?’ comes on. 

Jungkook suddenly leans down and starts singing the song slowly into my ear. His angelic voice is mesmerizing and I try not to shiver. I accidentally meet his gaze and my eyes widen at the look in his. Those beautiful eyes know what they’re doing. After the song he turns his attention back to the movie, satisfied with his attempt to fluster me. 

I also turn my attention back to the movie, trying to cool down from that encounter. It only semi-works because next thing I know, Jimin lays his head down on my left shoulder. His pink hair is fluffy and I can see his perfect skin shine. I swallow as Jimin starts to close his eyes, seemingly falling asleep. Great. Now I have an angel on my shoulder and the devil to my right. I stay stiff throughout the rest of the movie because of Jimin. 

After the movie finishes, the boys start to head up to bed. Jin is the first to leave, barely sparing anyone a glance as he heads upstairs. Yoongi gives me an amused smile at my situation and I roll my eyes as he too gets up. Hobi and Taehyung go together and soon it’s just me, Jungkook, Namjoon, and a sleeping Jimin. 

“Y/n, let me get Chim off of you so you can go sleep,” Namjoon says tiredly, looking at the bubblegum-haired boy on my shoulder.

“Or you could just sleep down here and not wake up Jiminie,” Jungkook suggests sneakily.

“Jungkook, you are not going to make y/n sleep down here on the couch when she has class tomorrow,” Namjoon says as sternly as he can.

“But hyung, Jimin looks so comfortable!” Jungkook whines.

I contemplate my choices. Go up to my nice bed or stay down here with Chim. I guess one night wouldn’t hurt, and Jimin looks so peaceful on my shoulder.

“I guess I can stay here tonight…” I say, eyes averted to the floor.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that. Really. It’s okay.” Namjoon is protesting but I can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“It’s okay Joon, just go up to bed. I’ll lay down here with Jimin and it’ll be fine for one night. Go to sleep. You have class tomorrow,” I urge Namjoon, happy to see him comply and shuffle up to bed. 

“Goodnight y/n. Sleep well,” Jungkook says as he leaves, turning off the light. 

The moonlight seeps in through the curtains and I gaze at Jimin’s serene face. I sigh softly, then gently maneuver us so that we’re both lying on the couch. Jimin stays asleep and before I close my eyes, I can’t resist giving a soft kiss to his forehead.

Goodnight Jimin. 

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter four

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The next couple weeks passed by in a blur, and before I knew it it was almost time for school to start up again. I’m going into my junior year at Seoul National University (sorry, super basic college) and am majoring in Education, as I want to be a teacher like Namjoon. But, unlike Namjoon, I don’t want to teach high schoolers. I want to be an elementary school teacher. (Sorry, I know it’s a pretty big time skip but I wanted to actually get to the college scenes lol)

The boys convinced me (more like begged me) to stay with them for school and said that “Your presence is payment enough!” (Minus Hoseok of course, as we’re still not on good terms for whatever reason) I finally relented after seeing the prices for dorms. Why were they so high for broke college students? Through these few weeks I have gotten to know the boys better.

Namjoon and I have gotten close because of our similarity in careers. We both are avid learners and want to help others learn and have bonded over many cups of tea. I know that I can go to him for any help with my schoolwork, and he says he will come to me for ideas because I am “younger and know what’s hip these days.” We also both love to read and have exchanged books frequently. He is more of a science fiction and fantasy type reader while I adore romance books (again, sorry if you don’t like these types of books). While I admit that his books are fascinating, I still prefer my cheesy, k-drama worthy books. There’s nothing better than us two sitting on my balcony reading all afternoon with some treats Jin or I baked.

Jin and I have become better friends through our cooking and baking. He is a master chef and much better than I will ever be, but it’s still fun to learn from him. It often makes me wonder why he is an actor and not a cook, but people can have more than one avid interest. My baking skills are modest at best, but I do still love to make different types of cookies as my mom taught me and to make cute mini lunchbox cakes for the boys to take to their work for a sweet treat. 

More often than not I catch Yoongi looking at my treats longingly so I make more and send them with him to work. He is especially fond of my coffee cookies as I found him secretly eating them as a midnight snack one night. Yoongi and I have a mutual understanding where if we both need to relax for second and just breathe, we’ll seek out each other. I sometimes sit in his studio, just zoning out and giving myself a minute. And he sometimes will come find me in my room and just lay down next to me as I continue watching my show. These moments make me feel content.

Times that I do not feel content are whenever I’m with Hoseok. I genuinely want to at least be acquaintances, but he seems to want to be enemies forever. I try to reach out but every time he ignores me. More often than not he finds some excuse to not be in the room with me. I know the boys have noticed, but they haven’t said anything to me about it. I can only hope that with time he and I will eventually be able to tolerate each other. 

With Jimin it has been a little harder to connect, but we eventually got to the point where we are now. While I’m not as close to him as the maknaes or even Yoongi, we still have a good bond. It all started when I asked if I could use the dance studio in the house (rich people, am I right?) for fun. I danced all through high school at a recreational studio and I enjoy it occasionally to keep me exercised. I was stretching when Jimin walked in and asked if he could watch. I was nervous at first but then once I got started I fell into my own world. Jimin applauded afterwards and I bowed, embarrassed. We both then danced together and that’s how our friendship started. 

My friendship with the youngest two grew during those couple of weeks. After the shopping trip they decided that we were now a ‘trio of trouble’ and that we were besties. I’ll admit, sometimes I did feel a bit like I was third-wheeling them but for the most part it was great to have genuine friends. Sure, I had friends but they were mostly college friends that I didn’t see outside of school. But with Tae and Kook I felt that I could truly be myself. Endless hours of binging movies, playing video games, and doing stupid challenges/dares kept me entertained until my first day back. 

Which is today. I’m not nervous, but I always get a small pit of dread in my stomach. I only have two classes today, Foundations of Education and Psychology (not me stealing these class names off a random college website haha). Foundations of Ed is in late morning, then I have a short break before Psych which is early afternoon. I have these classes three times a week, but they’re my only classes on those days. 

I roll out of bed and rub my eyes before grabbing my glasses groggily. I knock on Jungkook and I’s shared bathroom and don’t get a response so I turn the knob and no one’s in there. I know today is also Jungkook’s first day of senior year but I’m fairly certain that he has a class around the same time as me. I wonder why he’s not up yet? Knowing him he overslept. That boy needs to learn to get a better sleep schedule. I lock both connecting doors and then carefully place my glasses on the counter. After showering I hop out, put my glasses on (bad vision is a curse, and this author knows the struggle, trust me, but at least glasses/contacts exist) and after drying off I change. 

I put on jean shorts and a pink shirt, and after going into my bedroom I grab my backpack and double check that I have all of my supplies. A couple notebooks, binders, and of course a pencil pouch that’s all stocked up. Notebook paper as well as folders are also neatly lined up. I zip it up and then make my way downstairs. 

Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi are all at their respective jobs. Jin is taking a break from acting, so he’s mostly here and Taehyung has a shoot later in the afternoon so I know he is also around. 

Sure enough, Jin’s cooked me a ‘back to school breakfast,’ which is super sweet of him. 

“Thank you so much Jin! You really didn’t have to do this,” I say to him.

“Of course I did! It you and our maknae’s first day back so you deserve a special breakfast,” Jin replies. “Speaking of, where is the little brat? He shouldn’t be sleeping because he has to get ready and take you both to school!” 

“He’s still sleeping,” Taehyung says, walking down the stairs.

“Ugh, that kid will be the death of me. I’ll go get him. Eat up!” Jin goes upstairs, mumbling under his breath about how annoying Jungkook is.

I laugh, then sit down with Taehyung and start eating. Taehyung grins his boxy smile and says, “I wonder if Jungkookie will be late on his first day. If he is, I can take you to school.”

“I don’t think that Jin will let Kook be late,” I say, thinking of the father-like eldest.

“True. He’ll probably drag Jungkook by his hair if that means he gets up,” Taehyung says, laughing.

About ten minutes later a weary looking Jungkook and an irritated Jin come walking down the stairs.

“See, this is why you need to be more like y/n! She gets up on time and is actually prepared for school,” Jin scolds.

“Yeah yeah whatever hyung,” Jungkook says sleepily, sitting down at the table and eating a few bites of the now cold breakfast. 

“Don’t ‘whatever hyung’ me, you have to promise that whenever you have school you’ll actually be ready,” Jin says.

“Okay fine I promise. Y/n you ready to go?” Jungkook says, standing up from the table and going to get his shoes on.

“Yep,” I reply, going to put on my white converse.

“Bye! Have a good first day!” Jin and Taehyung say as we leave. 

Jungkook drives a nice sedan today instead of one of the rich luxurious cars they normally drive.

“Are you excited?” I ask Jungkook, “You’re almost done with school!”

“I’m excited to be done with it,” Jungkook agrees. We pull up and he parks then we get out and get ready to head to our respective classes. 

“Well have fun with your Foundations of Ed class. You don’t need a ride home after, right?” Jungkook asks me.

I shake my head. “Nope. I’m going to chill here through lunch until my Psych class then I’ll take the bus home.” 

“You know you can call any of us to take you home right? We wouldn’t mind,” Jungkook says. 

I know they wouldn’t care but I don’t want to bother them with me. 

“Oh, you’re all busy people so don’t worry about it! Here come some of your friends so I’d better go.” There are a couple guys and girls who are walking up to Jungkook. 

“Hey Jungkook!” 

“Good to see you bro!”

“How was your summer?” 

“Who’s this?”

The last question comes from a snobby looking girl. Her inky black hair is up in a high ponytail and she looks at me with disdain. 

“Oh, this is y/n. She’s the one who’s staying with me and the boys for a while,” Jungkook says, introducing me. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Felix.” He waves at me and I wave back.

“I’m Jackson,” says the next boy, grinning at me. 

“I’m Hwasa,” says the girl next to the snobby one. 

“And I’m Haneul,” says snobby girl. 

“Nice to me you all,” I say.

“So you’re the girl who’s too poor to stay at a dorm!” Haneul says sweetly.

“Haneul,” Felix says through gritted teeth, “That’s not true.”

“I’m sure it is though, Felix. Isn’t that right, y/n?” Haneul now has the biggest fake smile I’ve ever seen. 

“Oh, well I supposed so,” I say, deflated at the thought that the boys think I’m just a ‘girl who’s too poor to stay at a dorm.’

“Um, y/n that’s not what-“ Jungkook starts, sensing my change in mood.

“I’ve got to get to class! Bye everyone, it was nice meeting you.” I interrupt Jungkook. Turning on my heel, I swiftly walk away from the group, hearing Haneul whisper under her breath, “I told you she was poor.” 

I find my building and classroom and walk in. It’s a decently sized room with partner desks in neat rows. Some students are already sitting in desks chatting with each other.

I find a seat in the back right corner by the window so I can see outside. I can only hope no one will sit by me, but that seems to not be the case as a couple minutes later a tired looking boy asks if he can sit next to me. I say yes and he flops into the seat and lays his head on his arms. 

“Oh, by the way my name’s Seungmin,” he mumbles before closing his eyes.

I smile, amused at his tiredness and turn my attention to the professor as she walks in. 

“Good morning class and welcome to Foundations of Education. We will be learning the basics of education and teaching in this class. My name is Professor Shin. Now, let’s take roll.” As she starts calling names, I turn my attention to my sleeping deskmate. I wonder if I should wake him up? 

“Choi y/n?” 

“Here,” I say.

Eventually she gets to Seungmin. 

“Kim Seungmin?” 

I nudge his elbow but he doesn’t stir. Then I poke him. Hard. This makes his head shoot up and then sees everyone staring at him. 

“Oh, uh, here.” 

“Mr. Kim, if you could please refrain from sleeping in class that would be much appreciated,” Professor Shin says with an annoyed look on her face. She then continues on with attendance. 

“Hey, are you okay? You look super exhausted,” I say to Seungmin, seeing how his eyes are red and have dark circles underneath them. 

“I’m fine I just stayed up way too late last night,” he says.

I nod then turn back to the professor, who is now passing out a slyllabus. I take a deep breath then focus for the rest of the class.

After class I bid goodbye to a still sleepy Seungmin and head out to get lunch. There are picnic tables around campus so I grab something to eat then go sit at an empty one. I enjoy the breeze through my hair and the peacefulness of the trees. Until I see someone coming up to me out of the corner of my eye. I look and it’s Hwasa and Jackson. 

“Hey y/n, can we sit here?” She asks.

“Sure.” 

They sit and pull out their own lunches.

“We’re sorry about Haneul this morning,” Jackson says after chewing and swallowing, “She can be a bit…blunt sometimes.”

“Who’re we kidding Jackson, she’s blunt all of the time,” Hwasa says with an eye roll. 

I appreciate these two apologizing for their friend’s action and like them immediately. 

“You guys really don’t have to apologize. I mean, I am poor enough to not be able to afford a dorm,” I say.

“Even if it’s true, that doesn’t mean she needs to be so bitchy about it, and besides, dorms are expensive for anyone,” Hwasa points out.

“Can we not talk about Haneul now please? I’m trying to eat,” Jackson complains. Hwasa and I laugh and we change the subject to school and finish our lunches. 

“Thanks for letting us join you for lunch y/n,” Hwasa says as we clean up and throw away our trash. 

“Of course. It’s nice to meet some of Kook’s friends!” I say, genuinely glad to have made more friends.

“Aww, you called him Kook. Are you two super close? You can tell us. We’ve been his best friends for ages now,” Jackson says.

I want to trust them, so I reply “I guess you could say that. We definitely have gotten closer these past couple of weeks.” 

“Ooh, have you now?” I hear a horrible voice behind me. Of course it’s Haneul. 

“You see, you may have gotten closer to Jungkook but I’ve known him since he was little. No one knows him better than me,” Haneul says, trying to intimidate me. 

It’s true that I still know little about the boys’ background and upbringings, but I am still surprised that Jungkook would hang out with someone like Haneul. The boys also haven’t mentioned her at all.

“You only hung out because your parents were good friends with his,” Hwasa explains with yet another eye roll. 

“Are you jealous Haneul?” Jackson teases, enjoying the glare in Haneul’s eyes.

“No, of course not. Why would I be jealous of a stupid nobody like her?” 

Wow, straight to the point. I can try to ignore it, but I’m not sure if I can deal with another person hating me. Hoseok is more than enough.

“Excuse me, I need to get to my next class.” I leave as gracefully as I can but my body still reacts to her calling me stupid. I take a deep breath and try to calm my shaking hands and racing heart. Eventually I am calm enough to walk into my next class, but my hands still tremble. 

I step into my Psychology hall, a big airy room made for a lot of students. There’s only a couple people in there as I am early because I was escaping from Haneul. 

I take a seat near the middle because I want to be able to see the board. Soon the hall starts filling up with students. A girl sits to my left and eventually a guys sits on my right. Neither of them look at me and continue to talk to their friends around them. 

The professor comes in, a kind looking man. He introduces himself as Professor Kim (so many Kims) and starts to talk. The class goes by quickly and then I’m free. First day of school done. I make my way out of the crowded hall and back into the sunlight. I check my phone and see that I have a couple missed text from Jungkook.

I’m sorry that Haneul said those things. I know ur not poor and I apologize for her words.

Y/n? Ur probably in class, but I just wanted to remind u that any of us would be happy to take u home after ur last class.

I smile at his Haneul text, but text him back to tell him that no one has to take me home.

I’m a big girl Kook, I can take myself home. But thanks :) 

I am about to round the corner of the building when I hear Haneul talking. I stop when I hear that she’s talking about me. 

“Honestly y/n probably just wants the boys money. She’s just a gold digger that acted all pitiful and the boys are too sweet to say no to her. I feel bad for her because as soon as the boys figure this out she’s going to be kicked out of their house. Actually that’ll be super funny!” 

I hear tittering laughter and turn around to go the other way, eyes slightly glassy. Is this what everyone thinks? That I’m a gold digger? If they think that, then I won’t accept anymore gifts from the boys. Them letting me stay is more than enough and I don’t want them to hear these rumors because it will impact their reputation. 

I blink the tears away and then continue to the bus stop. I check my phone to see that Jungkook has texted me again. 

Look, I know u can handle urself but I don’t want anything happening to u. Hobi-hyung is free now and I sent him to pick you up. Just this once bc it’s the first day ok? :) 

Great. I can’t let Hoseok see me like this. I sniff then blink and make sure I look okay before seeing a car pull up that has Hoseok in the driver’s seat. I text Jungkook back.

Ok just this once but no more after today Kook 

I go up to the car and open the passenger door, climbing in to a stoic Hoseok.

“Hi Hoseok. Thanks for picking me up. You don’t ever have to do this again. I told Jungkook I will be taking the bus for the rest of the year.”

“That kid didn’t even think that I have dance today, so I’m taking you to my studio. We can then go home together afterwards with Jimin,” Hoseok says with his usual coldness.

Oh boy. Going to his work? This is great. Just great.

The rest of the car ride is silent except for the light music of the radio. 

We pull up to a modern looking building that says Epiphany. I get out and follow Hoseok inside. The receptionist greets us and then Hoseok tells me to wait out here.

“My class ends in an hour and so does Jimin’s. We’ll leave after that so just wait here patiently.” He then leaves and I’m left to sit in the rather comfy chairs. The receptionist smiles at me and tells me to tell her if I need anything. 

There are two big glass windows and I can see into the studios. I see Jimin in one of them, leading stretches to younger looking children. I smile as they talk and laugh while doing their splits. I look to the other one and there’s Hoseok leading some college looking dancers in stretches too. 

The front door swings open and in walks none other than Hwasa and Haneul. 

“Oh my gosh, we’re late! Let’s go before Hobi kills us!” Hwasa says hurriedly, rushing to the studio with Hoseok in it. “Hi y/n!” She calls as she darts last me. 

Haneul is in less than a rush than Hwasa. “Oh hello y/n. What are you doing here? Surely you aren’t here for class? Only the best of the best come here.” 

“I’m just waiting for Hoseok and Jimin to finish their classes,” I say, trying to be polite even though I heard her hurtful words earlier. 

“Oh you can’t even drive? That’s rough. Or is it that you don’t have a car?” Haneul asks with a look of pity on her face.

“I can drive perfectly fine, but I don’t have a car as of right now. Anyways, aren’t you late to your class?” I ask as nicely as I can.

“Oh yeah, guess I’d better head there. Have fun sitting!” Haneul bounces away and I sigh. She’s everywhere, so I guess I better get used to her and her rude words. 

I turn my attention back to Jimin’s class. He’s leading the kids through the five ballet positions, walking around and fixing their legs and arms. His cheerful and encouraging smile makes me smile, and I can feel my heart flutter a bit. But, just as every time before, I push it away and remind myself that the boys are off limits. They all have each other and are happy. You’re just going after the first attractive people that you see y/n. And it just so happens to be your housemates. I can’t help that these are the kindest and most beautiful boys I’ve ever seen. They’re strictly friends to me and will stay that way. 

I look at Hoseok’s class, seeing that they’re now done warming up and move on to dancing hip-hop and free styling. While most of the class is good, my eye is drawn to Hoseok. This makes sense, as he is the teacher, but for some reason I can’t tear my eyes away. He looks up as he’s dancing and our eyes lock on each other. I quickly look away, my cheeks burning as he probably doesn’t like me staring at him. But then I see that his eyes are turned away too, and there is a hint of a blush on his cheeks. Or it could just be that he’s tired and sweaty from dancing. 

After both classes finish, I stand and stretch my arms from sitting for an hour. Hwasa comes out of the locker room and asks me, “What did you think? Were you impressed by my amazing dance skills?” 

I laugh and reply, “Yes of course. I didn’t know that you could dance like that!”

“Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know,” Hwasa teases, “Like how you don’t know that Hobi was staring at you during class?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I say, dropping my voice to a whisper-yell, “He wasn’t looking at me! He hates me! And he’s dating six other boys!”

“Whatever they all like girls too…Unfortunately I have to go now, but give me your number and text me if any updates happen!” Hwasa swiftly grabs my phone and types her number in it, winks, and then saunters out. 

That girl! Thinking Hoseok was staring at me…that’s ridiculous. She’s crazy. But I think that we’re starting a great friendship. And the boys also like girls? That’s new to me.

“Hi y/n! What did you think of our class?” That awful voice again. Haneul.

I force a smile before saying, “It was great! You all are so talented.” 

“Why, thank you. I like to think so. I’m sure you’re good at something, right? Even poor people have some use in this world.” 

This girl. Honestly, if poor is the worst insult that she can come up with, it could be much worse.

“Look, Haneul-“

“Did you just call y/n poor?” A voice behind us asks. We both look to see Hoseok, standing with his arms crossed and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. 

Haneul smirks, and I know that she is thinking that Hoseok is going to agree with her. She’s probably right.

“Yes, I did call y/n poor. I mean, come on Hobi, we all know that she’s just leeching off of the boys and your money and that-“

“Haneul, even if I don’t particularly like someone that doesn’t mean I talk bad about them and call them names to their face and behind the back. That’s just rude. Don’t be a bitch.” 

Haneul is shocked and storms out of the studio. 

I turn to Hoseok to thank him. 

“Thanks Hoseok. I really appreciate it, and I’m sorry-“

“Stop apologizing. No one deserves to be bullied by others,” he says bluntly. 

“Look, can I just ask you one question? Why do you hate me?” I burst out, frustrated because he defended me but still is coldly talking to me.

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t like change,” Hoseok says, sighing. 

“Okay, well I just wish that you would’ve told me beforehand. I’m sorry for being change in your life and-“

“God y/n! Stop apologizing!” Hoseok shouts. I avert my eyes to the ground, as this is my usual tactic when someone yells at me. I try not to think of my ex. 

I hear Hoseok apologize, low and slow. 

Then he says, quieter, “Look, I don’t hate you and I wish that you would stop apologizing for things that aren’t your fault. Let’s get this out of the way; we may not like each other but let’s try to get along for the boys’ sake. Does that sound okay?” 

I take a deep breath and nod. 

“Sure, Hoseok.”

He does a small smile for the first time at me and holds out his hand. 

“Getting along?”

I shake it. 

“Getting along.”

I was going to write more, but I thought it was better to end here! looks like y/n and hobi are finally going to maybe get along! what do you think of haneul? and stray kids, hwasa, and jackson cameo! much love y’all. have an amazing day or night wherever you are 🫶🏼🩷

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter three

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. Feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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“So…what should we do now?” I ask to Taehyung and Jungkook.

“I don’t care! There’s a lot of things to do in Seoul,” Jungkook says, “Tae, do you have any ideas?”

“How about we do something until lunch and then we can go out to eat? Ooh, how about we go out to eat at Jin-hyung’s restaurant? We can surprise him.” Taehyung smiles mischievously at that idea.

“Yes, great idea TaeTae! What should we do until lunch?” Jungkook asks.

“I don’t know, y/n you choose! You’re the guest here after all.” Taehyung decides to put the decision up to me. 

“Do you think we could go shopping? I just need a couple more clothes because I could only bring so many when I left.” I couldn’t bring very many clothes in my rush to pack and leave, so I’m left with some basics. But I want at least one black dress that I know I’ll need for my college music concerts during the school year. 

“I love shopping! Let’s go right now.” Jungkook demands. 

“Hold up Kook,” I try out his nickname, seeing him grin widely in response, “We’re all still in our pjs. We should probably change and freshen up before we leave. Let’s meet back down here in twenty minutes.” 

We all walk upstairs and into our respective rooms. I rummage through my suitcase, trying to find a suitable outfit. I ultimately decide on a graphic tee with black ripped jeans and converse. A basic but still classic outfit. After brushing my hair and teeth, washing my face, and grabbing my black crossbody I’m ready to head downstairs.

As I pass by my open suitcase I see my ring in my pouch. The ring was given to me by my ex. It wasn’t an engagement ring but a ‘promise ring.’ I used to wear it every day.

I walk downstairs and sit to tie my converse. Then I see Jungkook, wearing a monochrome but stylish all black outfit. He’s got a baggy black t-shirt with matching sweats on, but added silver necklaces, chains around his waist, and silver rings. I see his matching mouth ring and small silver hoops and automatically think ‘bad boy’ 

“Wow Kook, I love your outfit. It is definitely streetwear,” I compliment. 

“Thanks y/n, you too! Very casual and cool.” He then grabs his chunky black sneakers from the rack by the front door. 

“I wonder what’s taking Taehyung so long?” I ask after finishing tying my shoes. 

“Oh, this is normal. Since he’s a fashion designer he’s very particular about his outfits. I’m sure he’ll be down in another five minutes or so,” Jungkook explains. 

I guess I forgot about Taehyung being a fashion designer, and am now excited to see his outfit for the day.

Finally he comes down the stairs, wearing a chic but casual outfit. He has a tan short-sleeved linen shirt on with the top button unbuttoned, showing off his collarbones. His white pants are billowy and his gold jewelry ties it all together. He looks so good in the outfit, and my heart does a small leap in my chest. Then I stop myself. No, he’s someone’s boyfriend. Actually, six someone’s boyfriend.

“Wow…Taehyung you look great.” You try to stop your pounding heart as Taehyung gives you a boxy grin.

“Thanks y/n.” 

Jungkook runs over and hugs Taehyung, giving him a sweet peck on his cheek. “Baby, you look like you’re ready to be on the cover of a beach-themed magazine!”

At this comment Taehyung laughs. 

“Thanks Kookie, you look ready to be a part of a gang. Our tough muscle bunny,” Taehyung says with a smirk.

“Stop calling me that!” Jungkook pushes Taehyung to the shoes rack. “Just put your shoes on so we can go!”

Chuckling, Taehyung puts on his beige sneakers. 

“Okay okay I’m ready. You ready, sweetheart?” 

Jungkook blushes at the pet name. 

“Aw, don’t like the nickname? Well, it’s either that or muscle bunny so let’s go muscle bunny!” 

We head to the car, which I see is a black Bugatti Veyron. It’s just now hitting me how rich these people are. Jin must be a very famous actor. 

“How do you like my car, y/n?” Jungkook asks slyly after seeing my expression. 

“It’s so nice…you guys must be loaded,” I say, still in shock at the million dollar car in front of me. Then I realize what I said.

“Oh my gosh did I say that out loud?! I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry I-“

“It’s okay y/n, no need to apologize. Yes, we’re very well off and am very lucky to be able to afford such nice cars,” Taehyung says.

“Ah, well anyways I’m still sorry for being so brash. Are you sure you want me in this car? It’s so nice and…well…” I gesture to myself, not sure how to say that I’m just a generic person who doesn’t need to be riding in such a luxury vehicle. 

“Well what? You’re staying with us now so let’s go before we die of heat out here.” Jungkook sounds a tad irritated, so I quickly nod and open the back door and climb in behind the passenger seat. The cream leather seats are fluffy and I buckle up and internally squeal at being in such a nice car. 

Jungkook gets into the driver’s seat and Taehyung in the passenger and after buckling up we’re off to the mall. 

Jungkook plays some music on the way and I’m happy to hear that they’re Blinks. We jam out and sing to some of their bangers and then we’re pulling into the parking lot. 

I step out of the car and my eyes widen at the mall we’re at. This is a higher end one that’s two stories tall and typically has more expensive stores in it.

We walk in, Jungkook and Taehyung flanking my sides. I definitely look out of place here. There are so many expensive stores and stylish people milling around.

“Okay y/n, did you have anything specific that you were looking for?” Taehyung asks me. 

“Yes, actually. I need a black dress for my college concerts. My old one is at my ex’s house still,” I explain. 

“Okay, so black dress. Got it. I’m also assuming that you need shoes for the dress?” 

“Actually, I still have my black flats. They should be fine even though they’re a little worn.” I think about my faded black flats in my suitcase. They’re not the nicest but they’ll do. 

“No, that won’t do. You have to wear good shoes for standing at a concert! We’ll also add black shoes to the list.” Taehyung says. 

“It’s okay! I don’t think I can pay for new shoes right now, so I’ll just wait until my old ones are falling apart,” I try to say to Taehyung.

“Then consider it a welcome to the group gift. I’m not letting you go out to a concert in old shoes.” Taehyung says adamantly. 

I try to discourage him again, saying he doesn’t need to do that but then Jungkook also agrees so I give up trying to stop them. 

“Okay okay! Black dress and black shoes. But that’s it. Are you guys here for anything?” I ask, trying to change the subject. 

“Not really. I just like shopping.” Jungkook says, shrugging.

“I could use a red leather jacket,” Taehyung says. 

“Tae, you could just borrow Yoongis,” Jungkook says giving Taehyung a duh look.

“No I can’t because his has flowers on it! It’s cute, but I need a plain one,” Taehyung protests.

Jungkook just shakes his head. 

“See y/n? This is what it’s like to live with a fashion designer. Always needing more clothes and never using the ones he has.” 

“Hey! I do need a wide variety of clothes you know!” Taehyung pushes Jungkook slightly.

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever. So now our list is black dress, black shoes and red leather jacket. Where should we look first?” 

“How about there?” Taehyung points to an expensive looking store that has casual clothes. 

“Okay let’s go!” Jungkook strides in eagerly with Taehyung following. 

I walk a little slower, still unsure about the expensive pricing. Jungkook sees this and turns around to lead me into the store.

“Don’t worry about the pricing y/n. If you see something you like tell us and we’ll buy it for you! A welcome to the group gift if you will.” He winks at me and I roll my eyes at the excuse.

“Whatever Kook. I’ll just look around in the clearance rack.” I start over before Jungkook can protest.

On my way I pass Taehyung, who is already looking at leather jackets.

Once I find the clearance rack I sift through it, looking for cheap options. But most things on the rack are still more than I would ever spend. 

“Finding everything okay?” A store worker asks. 

“Oh, yes thank you.” I say back, not seeing anything great for the price. 

“Okay, well let me know if you need any help!” The store worker leaves and I sigh. Might as well look in the non-clearance section for fun right?

I look at the dresses for fun, seeing some crazy colors (neon orange and purple?). My gaze then lands on a beautiful dress that’s perfect for autumn. It has long gauzy sleeves with a sweetheart neckline and the skirt is flowy and reaches just above the knee. But what makes me love it the most is the beautiful crimson color with a gorgeous gold flower print. I check the price tag and see that it’s a couple million won. Nope. Too expensive.

“That’s a beautiful dress y/n,” says a voice behind me.

I turn around to see Taehyung, a red leather jacket in his arms. 

“Yeah…” I say wistfully, still thinking about the price.

“Do you want it?” Taehyung asks, looking at the price tag, “It’s a good brand, the materials are good quality, and price is not bad.” 

Not bad? I’d consider it highly pricey but I know that must be nothing to them.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you to pay for anything other than the shoes you insist on buying for me,” I say, trying to get rid of that gleam in Taehyung’s eyes. 

“It’s not a big deal. You need to get used to letting people buy things for you because we love to spoil people,” Taehyung says casually. 

Since all the boys are rich, I’m sure that spoiling each other comes naturally. But I’m not used to this kind of treatment. My ex would splurge on nice things for me occasionally, but we were always careful with money because we wanted to buy our own house together someday. He bought me that ring along with taking me out on expensive dinner dates, and that was all I needed. 

I would bad having the boys spend their money on me. I wasn’t a permanent fixture in their household and it was only the first full day of me being with them.

“We just met yesterday, Taehyung! I don’t need to be spoiled. I’m a simple girl who doesn’t need expensive things to make me happy.”

“But buying things for other people makes me happy,” Taehyung whines.

“Ooh, that’s a really pretty dress. Are you thinking about buying it y/n?” Jungkook reaches us, a few pieces of black clothing in his arms. He must really like the color. 

“She really likes it but she says it’s too expensive,” Taehyung snitches.

“Hey! I never said I liked it!” 

“The look in your eyes said it all.” 

“How about we buy it for you if it’s too expensive?” Jungkook cuts in, interrupting our bickering. 

“Hah! That’s what I said but y/n went into this whole thing about just meeting us yesterday and not needing to be spoiled or have expensive things to make her happy and blah blah blah…” 

“Even though we did just meet yesterday I feel comfortable with you y/n! We just clicked and now we’re besties, right? And I want to spoil you as my bestie and surely a couple expensive things won’t hurt, right?” 

Jungkook’s big doe eyes look at me pleadingly and I can hardly say no to such a look. I sigh.

“Okay, just this once.” 

The duo cheers and then tells me to grab the dress in my size and try it on just to make sure it fits. I do, then head over to the nice dressing room. The boys sit down on the couch outside the dressing room. I slip the dress over my head then realize I need help with the zipper. 

“Um, do you guys think you could get a worker? I need someone to zip me up,” I ask the boys through the curtain.

“Sure! Excuse me, do you think you could help our friend in the dressing room?” I hear Jungkook ask. 

A moment later a worker comes in and zips me up.

“You look great hon. Those boys out there will probably think so too.” She winks and leaves before I can say anything. My cheeks heat slightly, and now I don’t even want to go out there. But I know they’re waiting, so I take a deep breath and step out of the dressing room.

There’s a slight pause while both boys look me over, and I swear I see Jungkook’s eyes widen and Taehyung swallows.

“Wow…y/n you look absolutely gorgeous,” Taehyung compliments.

“It’s perfect on you,” Jungkook says, doe eyes big.

“Thanks guys. I really appreciate it. I also really appreciate you buying this for me!”

“Of course. It’s made for you,” Taehyung says. 

“Aw, well I’m flattered. Thank you again,” I say, stepping back into the fitting room. After successfully unzipping myself (Yes! I mentally say) I change and then come out holding the dress on its hanger. 

“Okay, is everyone ready to check out?” Jungkook asks. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” Taehyung states. 

“Me too,” you say.

We check out, Jungkook buying a pair of black jeans and a sweatshirt, Taehyung with his red leather jacket and my dress.

“Where to next?” Jungkook asks.

“How about we look for your black dress now y/n?” Taehyung asks me.

“Good idea! Are there any dress stores nearby?” I ask them while looking at my surroundings.

“There should be one a couple stores to the right according to this map,” Jungkook says. 

We walk to the right and sure enough there’s a store called ‘Blue and Grey Formal Shop - for all your formal dress needs!’

“Let’s go!” Jungkook steers me in and straight to the black dresses.

“Wow, someone’s excited,” I laugh. 

“There’s so many options! What do you like y/n?” Jungkook asks, expression in awe of the selection. I will admit, there are many beautiful dresses here.

Taehyung browses through them, criticizing some and praising others. 

“Hmm, this price for those materials? Not worth it. This isn’t bad but the sequins are cheap.” 

“Hey Mr. Fashionista, why don’t you calm down a bit and just let me pick?” I ask Taehyung, bemused at his reactions to some of the dresses.

“I can’t just let you pick because as a fashion designer it’s up to me to make sure that you look good! Consider me your personal stylist!” Taehyung declares.

You burst out laughing. 

“Tae, it’s okay I don’t need a personal stylist and I can choose my own clothes fine.” 

“But fashion is literally my job and-wait. Did you just call me Tae?” Taehyung stops himself in the middle of his sentence.

“Yes…? Is that okay? If not I can call you Taehyung it’s just that you told me I could and-“

“We’re besties now!” Taehyung suddenly hugs me and I feel myself tighten at the hug. Nobody ever has just randomly hugged me before like this, but I soon relax a bit in his hold and tentatively hug him back.

“Aww look at you two! So cute together,” Jungkook says from behind us. 

“Thanks Kookie, we do look good together,” Taehyung winks at me after letting me go. 

I flush yet again, confused at his change in character. 

“Okay guys, how about we actually look for dresses for me?” I ask, turning back to the racks. 

They nod, and we go back to searching. We each find a couple options, and I go to try them on, the boys waiting outside again. I try on Jungkook’s options first. The first dress is too big and the second one shows too much skin for a formal concert.

“You sure you don’t want that one just for fun?” Jungkook says.

“I’m sure. I don’t feel comfortable with this much skin showing,” I say, covering myself up and going back into the dressing room. 

Jungkook’s third dress fits great, and it’s simple but elegant enough for a concert. Simple scoop neck and flutter short sleeves with a slight nipped in waist and goes to the middle of my thighs. The material is silky and soft and looks nice but is still comfortable. 

I step outside and feel their gazes on me. 

“This one is great Jungkook! I will definitely keep this as an option while I try on the other dresses,” I say, twirling in the mirror and loving how the fabric flows around me. 

“Yeah…great job Jungkook,” Taehyung says, still looking at me. I nod then go to the changing room to try on Taehyung’s two dresses. Neither of the dresses fit me right, so I move on to my three choices.

The first dress is too itchy and hot (should’ve checked the material-wool?!) but the second one fits like a glove. Off-the-shoulder style, but it doesn’t go too low in the front. There are subtle sparkles on the waist that also shimmers down to the skirt. When I move I can see them flash prettily in the light.

I show the boys again, the change, saying “I don’t know which one to get! Jungkook’s or mine!” 

“They both look so good on you why not get both?” Jungkook asks.

“You know I’m only getting one! We already discussed this,” I scold, then ask Taehyung, “What do you think Mr. Fashionista?”

“What do I think? I think you should get both. Besides, isn’t there more than one concert?” 

“Well, yes, but-“

“Great then it’s settled! You buy both and wear one to each concert.” 

“But-“

“No buts! And if you can’t afford it, then we’ll buy both of them for you. Let’s go!” And before I can protest more Taehyung sweeps up Jungkook’s and my dresses. 

I groan, then turn to Jungkook only to find him up at the cashier with Taehyung. How did the little sneak get up there so fast?

I meekly come up to the register where the cashier is ringing up my total of a couple million won each. Millions of won for two dresses? Oh man. I don’t know how I can ever pay them back for these dresses and the red one I got from the other store.

After paying with a crisp black card (seriously, how much money do they have?!), Taehyung grabs the bags and we leave.

“Last thing before lunch is to find y/n black shoes!” Jungkook cheers.

“Jungkookie is such a baby because he’s always hungry.” 

Taehyung reaches to pinch Jungkook’s cheeks but he swats him away.

“Hey! I’m your baby,” he pouts. 

“Yes, you are! Who’s my baby Kookie? You!” Taehyung says in a baby voice. Jungkook laughs as Taehyung peppers his face with kisses.

Your heart melts at the sight of the teasing and banter but it also aches. How would it be to be in such an open and sweet relationship? Kisses and affection aren’t foreign to me, but seeing them be so caring to each other in public was different than what I was used to. Sure, I got affection but it was never this easy. I think back to how I always had to initiate it with my ex. Since he was my first serious boyfriend, I always wanted to be one of those couples who was cute and affectionate in public. But whenever we went on our dates the most he would do is hold my hand. 

“You okay y/n?” Taehyung asks with a worried look on his face.

I see now that both Taehyung and Jungkook are looking at me.

“Yeah I’m fine! Let’s go look for my black shoes!” I dart into the next shoe store I see, and start looking, ignoring their confused looks.

~

After finding a classy pair of black heels I’m starving and ready to go to Jin’s restaurant. 

“Alright, everyone ready?” Jungkook asks.

We go to the car and load the bags into the trunk and then we’re off, singing to BlackPink yet again.

Finally we reach a cozy looking restaurant. Its white brick with a clean black border and Thomas-Edison lights draped outside. A hand painted sign reads ‘Serendipity.’ 

“Wow, this is such a cute restaurant,” I say while getting out of the car.

“Thanks y/n! Jin-hyung really wanted it to be a cozy and cute cafe,” Jungkook says.

We step inside and it’s decorated with cute hanging and potted plants. As we go wait in the line I look at the menu. I notice that there is a wide variety of desserts.

“Jin-hyung’s restaurant is really famous for its desserts so we should definitely order some of those,” Taehyung says.

“Hello and welcome to Serendipity, may I take your order?” The girl at the cashier asks with a friendly smile.

“Yes, hi, I would like the chicken bulgogi with brown rice and a slice of cheesecake please,” Taehyung orders. (a/n, I’m sorry the food orders aren’t probably accurate, and for desserts I’m sticking with more American ones)

“Okay, and for you sir?” 

“Yes, I’d like the beef teriyaki with the stir-fried vegetables and strawberry ice cream please,” says Jungkook.

“Alright, and finally for you miss?” 

“I’ll have the kimchi soup please with rice and…the triple fudge brownie please.” Those desserts in the display make my mouth water by just looking at them.

Jungkook insists on paying, saying that “TaeTae paid for your dresses so now I have to pay for something!” 

“Here’s your total, and your number is 72. Thanks again for coming to Serendipity!” 

We go get our waters and then find a booth to sit at after waving to Namjoon, who’s sitting at a table with a cup of tea, laptop, and papers everywhere. Jungkook slides in one side with Taehyung and I get in the other side.

“Namjoon looks hard at work,” I say, looking at the man who is concentrating on the papers hard.

“He tries his best to make math fun for the high schoolers, and I think he mostly succeeds,” says Taehyung. 

I bet his students love him, as he cares so much about his boyfriends, so why wouldn’t he care as much for his students?

“I bet so. He looks very hard at work.” 

“Yes, he does work very hard. Sometimes too hard. Our Joon-hyung has so much to do and also care for us. I honestly don’t know how he does it all,” Jungkook says, eyes shining with respect for his boyfriend.

There’s a short pause.

“So does Jin cook today? Or is he just supervising?” I ask, changing the subject a bit.

“Depends, but he usually can’t resist cooking,” Jungkook says.

“Knowing him, the staff probably already told him that we’re here so he’s probably going to cook our food,” says Taehyung with a fond eye roll.

“Wait, the staff recognizes you?” 

“Yes, there’s many pictures of him and us around here.” Taehyung points them out. There are sweet pictures as well as silly pictures of the seven of them

“Aw, that’s so sweet! You guys are so cute,” I say. 

“Thanks y/n,” Jungkook says. He then kisses Taehyung short and sweet. I smile at them, happy that they have each other.

We talk for a while longer before a familiar voice calls out, “Order number 72 for…two brats and a nice kid?” 

“Jin-hyung.” Jungkook and Taehyung say in unison, then grin and get up to get the order. I also get up and walk to the counter. Sure enough, there’s Jin, orders in front of him, and hands on his hips. 

“Why didn’t you brats tell me you were coming in today with y/n? Is it because you’re not behaving? Y/n what did they do?”

“But hyung-“ Jungkook protests.

“I wasn’t asking you.” Jin scolds.

“They really didn’t do anything…they said it would be a surprise for you!” I say, trying to calm Jin down. 

“Well it was a surprise! I’m just glad you didn’t burn another toaster or something worse. Anyways, here’s your food. Enjoy y/n, and if anything does happen to go wrong today just let me know and I will punish these kids,” Jin says, all while ignoring Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s whines.

“Will do Jin. These two have been angels so far though,” I say, patting their heads like a baby.

“Good. Seriously, if anything happens let me know! I’ve got to get back to the kitchen now, but enjoy your meal!” Jin disappears through the swinging kitchen doors. 

We take our food back to our booth. As I eat the best kimchi soup I’ve ever had, us three talk about anything and everything. Then I try the triple fudge brownie. My eyes widen as I eat the richest, smoothest fudge brownie I’ve ever had. Jungkook and Taehyung laugh at my expression. 

“Is it good y/n?” Taehyung asks through his laugh.

“Ot’s o dood,” I say with stuffed cheeks.

“What was that?” Jungkook asks with a smirk.

I swallow then glare at both of them. 

“I said it’s so good,” I sass. 

“Someone’s got an attitude,” says the still smirking Jungkook.

“Whatever,” I cross my arms, “Don’t be rude to me.”

“Ooh, is that how it is?” Taehyung says, now smirking like Jungkook.

I gulp under their gazes, which are now slightly dangerous. 

“Yeah, don’t be rude to me or else I’ll tell Jin.”

This makes them revert back to their usual goofy selves.

“No no please don’t!”

I laugh and then we continue eating.

~

After a long afternoon of shopping (I refuse to let the boys get me more things, so I mostly just watch them try things on. Which, of course, they look good in everything) we come home, throw our shoes off, and collapse on the living room floor with the bags.

“Long afternoon?” Namjoon asks, relaxed and stretched out on the couch. I’m assuming he finished his lesson planning for today.

“So long,” I say to the floor. Who knew carpet could be so soft?

Namjoon chuckles, and then asks “How much did you guys spend today?”

“Not much hyung, don’t worry,” Taehyung says. I know that’s a lie and that they spent at least ten million won each.

“Okay…sure. You guys have such a big appetite for spending I wouldn’t be surprised if you spent millions of won today,” Namjoon says, shaking his head. 

“Hyung! Don’t always assume the worst,” Jungkook scolds. 

“Okay okay, I’m not assuming; I’m asking. Y/n, how much did they spend today?” 

Suddenly all eyes are on me. Dove and siren eyes pleading and dragon eyes questioning.

“Um…I don’t know the exact amount but it was over a couple million won each…?” 

“Y/n!”

“How dare you?” 

The sputtering of protests come flying out of Taehyung and Jungkook’s mouth. 

“Really? Thank you y/n. Boys, what did I tell you about spending so much? Just because we have money doesn’t mean we need to use it all,” Namjoon scolds.

The two don’t give up yet, saying “But hyung I need clothes for my design inspiration!” (Taehyung) and “I just need more black clothes!” (Jungkook)

“Tae, you have tons of clothes already, and Jungkook you don’t need more black clothes as they make up most of your closet!” Namjoon runs his hands through his hair. 

“I’m sorry they dragged you to stores y/n. Did you get something at least?”

“Yes I did! I actually got three dresses and a pair of shoes.”

“See? learn to control yourself like y/n! Only four items.” Namjoon points at me. 

“Dang it y/n you-“ 

“No, no blaming y/n. She didn’t make you spend all this money. Now, go take all the clothes upstairs including y/n’s. Put them on her bed,” orders Namjoon.

They sigh, roll their eyes, and grab the bags and go upstairs, Jungkook winking at me to show that they’re not actually mad at me.

“Ah, those boys will be the death of me,” Namjoon tells me after they disappear upstairs. 

“They do seem to be quite a pair together,” I say, smiling while thinking about their antics.

“Yes, we sometimes call them ‘double trouble’ because you never know what’s going to happen when you’re with them,” says Namjoon, “Anyway, are you hungry? It’s about dinner time.” 

I check the clock and sure enough it’s 5:30pm.

“Is Jin or anyone else going to be here?” I ask.

“Jin-hyung will probably stay at the restaurant late, I’m pretty sure that Yoongi would rather die than come back early, and our dancer boys will probably be late too,” says Namjoon.

“Okay, so just us and double trouble?” 

Namjoon’s dimple smile comes out at their nickname.

“Yep just us and double trouble.”

“Surely you’re talking about yourself and y/n? Because I know we’re definitely not double trouble,” says Taehyung, coming down the stairs with Jungkook in tow.

“Oh hey boys! We were just wondering what we should eat tonight, since it’s just us,” I say, “I’m not a great cook as I prefer baking and judging that you two burned a toaster I don’t think you’re that great either. No offense. Namjoon, can you cook?” 

I don’t know what it is, but the maknaes immediately rush over to Namjoon and grab him, holding him in place.

“No y/n, Namjoon can never, ever be allowed to cook. If you thought us burning the toaster was bad, this man has done much much worse. We can not let him cook.” Jungkook’s serious face cracks me up and I start to giggle.

“Okay then, how about ordering pizza? And can you boys get off of me now? I promise I won’t go in the kitchen,” Namjoon grumbles. 

They climb off of him and agree that pizza is the best option. Namjoon orders and then we sit and play Mario Kart until it arrives. We eat the greasy slices of heaven and then decide to watch a couple movies until the boys (minus Yoongi, as Namjoon told me that he’ll probably be there until early morning) get back. It’s a Disney movie night, we decide, so we start with Aladdin. After popping popcorn and digging through the cabinets to find candy we settle in to watch Zootopia. Halfway through the movie the Jin come back and after showering joins us in the movie marathon. Next we watch Tangled, and Jungkook sings along to the songs. His angelic voice makes me wonder why he isn’t in the music industry. The movie is almost over when the dancers finally sneak back in. They too shower and come join us. I know Yoongi probably won’t come back before I’m asleep, so I just snuggle under the blanket I stole from Jimin. Namjoon and Jungkook are in either of my sides and their handsome features shine bright in the tv screen, making me mesmerized. But, eventually my eyes start to droop as the boys start another movie, and I eventually go to sleep, peaceful and content.

Thanks for reading! I had to do the classic shopping scene, sorry not sorry ;). Also major fluff because I’m such a sucker for it. Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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lucky 🍰

summary: a cute date involving your boyfriend, the barbie movie, and one strawberry shortcake milkshake. fluff!! boyfriend!parkjimin

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*warnings: f reader, boyfriend jimin, kissing, fluff!!*

word count ~2.2k

fluffy jimin drabble in honor of valentine’s day!! (to those who celebrate) sorry i slightly rushed through this, but i wanted to post! ❤️🫶🏼🌹 

also no spoilers for the barbie movie! 🩷

“Babe please,” you whine, tugging at your boyfriend’s arm, “Just put the outfit on!” 

You’re currently in you and your boyfriend’s bedroom, clothes scattered everywhere with the controversial outfit laid out on the bed. 

“No!” Retorts Jimin, crossing his arms sassily. 

Why were you arguing? Because today was July 21st, and the Barbie Movie was out. All you wanted was a cute little movie date with your boyfriend, and of course you had to dress on theme. But someone was being stubborn.

“Babe, it’s just a pink outfit! I wanted us to look cute together for the movie,” you pout, giving up and sitting on the bed.

Truthfully, the outfit wasn’t that bad. A pink and aqua striped button up with pink shorts. But one might’ve thought you were asking Jimin to wear an inflatable costume with the way he was acting.

“I know sweets, but can’t I just wear my usual clothing? What’s so special about this movie anyways?” Jimin asks, coming to sit next to you.

You trace the flowers on the bedspread, unsure of what to say. Why did you want him to wear this? Maybe because you were looking forward to this movie, maybe because you wanted to be a cute matching couple.

Jimin sighs, wrapping his arms around you and you feel the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

“Okay. I’m sorry love, if you really want me to wear this I will if it makes you happy. I want you to be happy, my love,” Jimin says softly, giving you a soft peck on your nose, making you giggle.

“There’s my sweets’ smile!” Jimin then proceeds to give you a smattering of kisses all over your face. Both your cheeks, your lips, your forehead, the small freckle on your chin.

You laugh, saying “Jimin, stop! Babe, please!” 

Jimin does stop, giving you one last smooch on your lips.

“Okay, I’ll go change. You need to as well!” He says, pushing you to the closet, “I know you’ve been planning this outfit for a while!” 

Yes, you had been. Ever since you found out the release date for the movie you had rushed to find the perfect outfit. 

~

As soon as you saw the trailer and Barbie’s pink gingham dress, you were inspired. Dragging Jimin with you (much to his dismay), you shopped until you found pink and white gingham shorts overalls. 

“Babe look! It’s perfect!” You cheered to Jimin, grabbing it off the rack. 

Jimin smiled at you, happy that you were happy.

“Yes it is. Now, what shoes are you wearing with it?” 

You hadn’t even thought of shoes! 

“Ummm…I’m not sure. What do you think?” You ask, going up to the counter to pay.

After exiting the story, you two had stopped for a smoothie. Sitting in the booth, you contemplate your shoe options. 

“I think you should find some cute sneakers to go with it,” said Jimin, putting his arm around your shoulder. 

You nod, excited at the prospect of new shoes (what can you say? you’re a shopaholic). 

“Okay! Let’s go!” 

You barely give Jimin time to finish his smoothie before you’re leading him to a shoe store.

After much scouring, you find the perfect sneakers that are white with a pink bow on the side.

Jimin paid for them, ignoring your protests.

“Let me spoil you, sweets. It’s my job as your boyfriend,” he said, pulling out his fancy credit card.

~ 

Now, you pull on the overalls with a plain white tee beneath it and spritz yourself with perfume that Jimin got for your two year anniversary. 

“Almost ready babe!” You call to Jimin, grabbing your pink quilted heart purse. A quick check in the mirror shows that your pink bows in your hair were still intact.

Opening the closet door, you stop in your tracks when you see Jimin. His shirt has the top button open, showing off his collarbones and he really is your Ken. Your other half. 

You swear that you fall even more in love. 

“Wow, Jimin. You look perfect. I love you so much,” you breathe out, walking over to kiss him.

“You look perfect too, mi amor, and I love you as well,” says Jimin, returning the sweet kiss. 

After you pull away Jimin buries his head in your neck, happy that you’re wearing the sweet perfume he got you.

“Mmm…love, you smell like strawberries…” Jimin mumbles, not realizing he was making me blush.

“Let’s go!” You say, quickly bounding to get your shoes on and trying to ignore your heated face.

Jimin laughs but follows you and you both put your shoes on and head out. 

~

At the theatre Jimin buys popcorn and a drinks, telling you “Let me treat you. It’s my duty as a good boyfriend!” 

Munching on popcorn you two find a seat in the middle of the almost-empty theatre.

“We almost have the whole place to ourselves!” You whisper to Jimin, glancing around. There’s only another couple in the back and a family in the front.

The trailers start, and you and Jimin always have play a game to guess what the movie is before the trailer is over.

“Wonka! Starring Timothy Chalamet!” You cheer quietly, smiling at Jimin’s eye roll. 

“Whatever. You just think he’s hot,” Jimin grumbles. 

You shrug. “Maybe so. But I still guessed it!” 

Eventually, the movie starts. The opening scene was surprising, but you quickly were invested.

From Barbie’s fabulous outfits to Gloria’s speech, you loved it. 

At the end, when ‘What Was I Made For?’ was playing, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. The song touched your soul and this movie truly resonated with you.

“My love, please don’t cry,” murmers Jimin, reaching over to gently wipe the tear away.

This sweet gesture just makes you tear up more. 

“Amor, what’s wrong?” Jimin asks, concerned when you don’t stop crying. He hates to see you sad, and would do anything to make you happy.

“I-it’s just that-“ sniffle “-the message in the movie is so m-meaningful to me and I-“ sniffle “-just love you so much and appreciate you and the way you’ve never made me feel stupid and-“

“My love, you are not stupid. You are so smart and you mean the world to me,” Jimin says, reaching in to hug you tightly. “I am so glad that this movie touched your soul so much, and you will always be my one and only.”

Hugging Jimin back feels like the warm feeling you get when you eat hot soup. It starts with the heat in your stomach and then becomes warmth that spreads to the rest of your body. You feel true happiness.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper into Jimin’s shoulder, hugging him (if possible) more snugly.

Jimin kisses your head softly.

~ 

After the movie you two head out, Jimin’s jacket slung over your shoulders. Drunk on love you two giggle like lovesick teenagers as you leave and go into the chilly evening air.

“Babe I don’t want to go hoooome,” you whine to Jimin, climbing into the passenger seat of his car. 

“Okay, we don’t have to yet. Where do you want to go?” Jimin asks, pulling out of the movie theatre parking lot. 

“I don’t know…let’s just drive around,” you suggest. 

Jimin drives around and there’s nothing much open. Then you get a glimpse of a lit up neon sign down the road.

“Baby! Let’s go there, it looks open!” You point to the sign and Jimin obliges.

Jimin parks and you see that it’s a small diner. 

“Looks like it’s still open. Let’s go in!” Jimin exclaims, opening the door for you. He’s ever the gentlemen. 

The bell jingles as we step inside the vintage looking diner, with worn black and white tile and pink leather booths. Matching stools line the counter and milkshake machines with glasses are behind it.

“Wow. I’ve never been in here before. Maybe it’s new?” You ask, partly to yourself.

“Maybe so. C’mon, let’s order something!” Jimin practically drags you to the counter and you two sit next to each other on the spinny barstools. 

There’s no one eating, but you do hear a couple sounds from in the kitchen, a sign that someone’s here. 

“Be with you in a moment!” Calls a cheery voice.

You and Jimin look around at the diner, admiring the jukebox in the corner while you wait.

A minute later a brown haired girl comes out of the kitchen holding a notepad.

“Hello! Sorry about the wait. Welcome to the Magic Shop Diner. My name’s Amelia and I’ll take your order today! What can I get for you two?”

You and Jimin look at the menu on the wall, unsure of what to order because of the variety of choices. 

“What would you recommend?” Jimin finally asks, after several moments of hesitation. 

“Well, for couples there’s a strawberry shortcake milkshake special! A large milkshake with two straws for a lower price!” Peppy Amelia says.

“What about it love? Do you want the strawberry shortcake special?” Jimin asks you. 

You think about it. Come to think of it, a milkshake would really hit the spot. And a pink one? Perfect for the movie you just saw.

“Sure, but only if you want it,” you say, grasping Jimin’s hand.

“If that’s what you want, let’s get it. We’ll take one strawberry shortcake milkshake with the couple special please,” orders Jimin. 

“Great! I’ll get that for you as soon as possible.” Amelia goes to the milkshakes machine and starts to make it. 

“I’m excited babe. It’s perfect for the Barbie movie! I have to take a picture of it before we eat it,” you say, thinking about how aesthetically pleasing the milkshake will look in the diner.

“Sure, sweets. I’ll take some of you with the milkshake too,” Jimin says fondly, grinning at the beam in your eyes.

You lay your head on Jimin’s shoulder, his hand warming yours. Closing your eyes for a moment, you think about how happy you feel. The perfect boyfriend with the perfect movie for a perfect date.

“Your order is ready!” Amelia says, breaking your train of thought. 

You open your eyes and lift your head up. There on the counter is a pink milkshake piled with whipped cream, a slice of strawberry shortcake, and a cherry on top. It looks like a sugary paradise.

“It’s perfect! Thank you, Amelia,” you gush, whipping out your phone. After snapping some photos of the milkshake, Jimin takes your phone and tells you to pose. You slide the drink closer to you and grin. Then you mime taking a sip, but something doesn’t feel right.

“Babe! I need you in a picture with me. Let’s take a selfie!” You hold out your phone as you and Jimin take a sip of the milkshake together. Afterwards, Jimin presses a kiss to your lips, and you barely stop yourself from dropping your phone. His lips taste like strawberry and you swear it’s like tasting heaven. 

“Mmm, babe!” You say, your voice slightly muffled.

Jimin takes the hint and pulls away, smirking at your flustered face. “What’s wrong, my love?” 

You glare at him. “I want to eat the milkshake now! And you’re distracting me!” 

Jimin’s smirk melts into a cheesy grin. “Okay, fine. Let’s devour this thing!”

After much slurping and many ‘mmms’ you and Jimin finally finish the milkshake.

“That was so good,” you moan, once again resting your head on Jimin’s shoulder. Tummy full, all you want to do is curl up and sleep off the sugar.

“I agree. Hey, Amelia, how much do we owe?” Jimin asks, catching the attention of the brunette.

“Well…it’s on the house because you two are too cute!” Amelia cheers. You swear you see heart eyes as Amelia looks at you and Jimin. 

“No, really, how much did we owe you?” Jimin presses, refusing to accept the free drink.

“Really, nothing,” Amelia assures, pushing away Jimin’s cash.

“But it was so good! Surely we need to pay,” you protest, seeing Amelia shake her head.

“Fine. Then we’ll just leave a huge tip,” says Jimin, leaving the cash in the tip jar by the cash register.

“Oh, well you really don’t have to!” Amelia says, but you can tell she’s happy about it.

“Yes, we do. And we’ll recommend this place to our friends too!” You say, already imagining the future double dates you and your friends can do here.

“Well, we appreciate it. You folks are so cute! I hope you have a great evening,” Amelia says cheerily.

“You too!”

You and Jimin leave with your arms around each other.

Once you get inside the car, you sigh. “I’m so happy right now, babe. I hope we can always be this happy.”

Jimin turns to look at you for a brief moment, smiling. “Me too. I love you so much, my love.” 

“And I love you.” You yawn wide, the night’s activities catching up to you.

“Take a nap, amor. I’ll wake you when we get home,” Jimin says, giving me a blanket from the backseat. 

“Okay, thanks baby.” 

You close your eyes and fall asleep, wondering, “How did I get so lucky?”

I am trying to write more small fics/drabbles! hope you enjoyed reading. 🩷🫶🏼

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter two

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What did I just do? 

That questions replays in my mind over and over and over again. I realize how crazy I am now, just going to stay at some random stranger’s house. My mom would be so disappointed in me!

I mentally facepalm, and hope that I didn’t just make the worst decision of my life. 

After about a ten minute drive, you, Yoongi, and Seokjin pull into the garage of an amazing house. 

It was a modern two-story house, with floor to ceiling glass windows.

(Drawing of floor plan below)

ground floor plan below ⬇️ 

(I know it’s kinda unrealistic, but this is what I want it to be. Blue is doors. Light blue is a bathroom.)

upstairs floor plan below ⬇️ 

(I know it’s not realistic, but this is how I want the upstairs to be. Basically, you could be standing in the hallway outside of a room and lean on a railing to look into the downstairs. And if you jumped off of the railing you would fall into the downstairs. The light blue means that’s where a bathroom is, and yes, there is a door to the outside balcony from the guest room.) 

The garage door shuts as Seokjin gets my suitcase out of the trunk. I grab it and walk up the steps to the garage door as Yoongi opens the door. Then I walk inside, Seokjin following behind you. 

The first thing I do is take off my sneakers and quickly unzip an outside pocket of my suitcase and stuff them in there. 

The second thing I do is notice the five other boys in the living room. All looking at me in confusion.

As Yoongi and Seokjin take off their shoes, a tall man with black hair comes walking over, not-so-subtly looking at me. 

“Hey hyungs, I’m glad you’re back safe. That rain was crazy! And is this the person?” Tall man looks at me, and I look at the hardwood floor. 

“Yes, this is y/n,” says Seokjin, “She needs a place to stay until she starts college because she just broke up with her horrible boyfriend!”

I’m grateful he didn’t mention how I was crying and basically desperate for a place.

“Oh, hi y/n. I’m Namjoon, and I’m sorry you had a horrible boyfriend,” Namjoon gives a dimpled smile, and I find myself smiling back. 

“I’m so sorry to just barge in like this, and if you don’t want me to stay I completely understand! It’s a random person in your house and you already have so many people living here so I��m sorry-“

“No worries y/n. Jin texted us about someone needing a place to stay, and luckily we have a very nice guest room that is never used,” Namjoon reassures me. 

I relax a little, but I still feel super bad about invading their privacy. 

“Now, why don’t you come meet the rest of our boyfriends? You already know me, Jin, and Yoongi, but this here is Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.” Namjoon leads me into the living room where four other attractive men sit across the couches. 

‘Hobi’ barely spares me a glance, but Jimin gets up and greets me. The first thing I notice is his pink hair.

“Hi y/n! I’m Jimin and I just wanted to say that you are really pretty.” He then gives a mischievous, almost cat like grin. 

“Oy! None of your flirting Jimin,” Yoongi says, noticing my slightly flustered expression. Afterwards he lightly hits the back of Jimin’s head.

I do an almost imperceptible flinch at the action, hoping no one noticed. 

“Anyway, I’m the oldest and then it goes Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon, Jimin, Tae, and then Kookie. Jimin, Tae, and Kookie are the maknaes and they’re brats most of the time,” Seokjin explains.

“Hey! We’re not brats,” Taehyung whines while poking Jungkook.

“Stop poking me!” Jungkook responds, annoyed.

“I’m not poking you!”

“Yes you are!”

“Am not!”

“Am too!”

“See, total brats,” Seokjin says, while shaking his head at the youngest two.

With that, Hobi gets up and leaves, uttering a short “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I stare at the back of his brown hair as he departs.

I feel bad because he probably doesn’t want me here, and I don’t blame him.

“Goodnight Hobi, sleep well,” Yoongi says, giving him a quick hug. 

After he leaves, Jimin drags me to sit down on the couch.

“Hobi-hyung is such a baby! It’s not even that late,” Jimin says, glancing at the clock on the wall, “It’s only 10:17 pm! We normally don’t even go to bed until 11 at the earliest. Yoongi-hyung over here sometimes goes to bed at 4am!”

Yoongi just rolls his eyes and says “You know I have work to do Jiminie. Someone has to make money to support you.”

‘Jiminie’ just rolls his eyes back, and turns back to me.

“Anyway, how old are you y/n? I’m twenty two, but Jungkookie over there is only twenty years old! He’s such a baby,” Jimin coos at Jungkook, making him scowl and throw a pillow.

“It’s not nice to ask a women her age, Jimin,” Taehyung speaks, surprising me with his deep voice. 

“Oh, it’s ok Taehyung, I’m actually twenty years old, so that would make me even younger than Jungkook.” I smile, looking at the youngest.

“Yes! Hah, in your face Jimin, I’m no longer the youngest!” Jungkook cheers, and scoots to sit beside me. 

“I guess you should call me oppa,” he says, grinning at me. While it seems to be innocent, the slight gleam in his eyes make me nervous.

“Jin-hyung! Jungkook’s flirting with y/n!” Jimin tattles, all while giving me another cat like smile. 

“Jungkook! Stop flirting with y/n! She just broke up with her boyfriend!” Jin scolds.

“Why did you break up?” Taehyung asks, trying to change the subject.

The rest of the boys go silent as they wait for my answer. 

“Um, well, it just didn’t work out. We had too many differences,” I lie.

Namjoon frowns slightly at that.

“Aw, I’m sorry y/n. Maybe your next boyfriend will be better!” Jimin says, snuggling into your side.

I stiffen at the contact, not used to such blatant affection. My ex usually only liked to show pda when we were alone.

“Jimin, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Namjoon makes this observation still with his slight frown on his face.

“Oh I’m sorry y/n!” Jimin then gives me a bit more space and I can feel myself relaxing again. 

“If you ever feel uncomfortable with anything, please tell us so we know, y/n,” says Yoongi, “We want you to feel safe here.” 

I feel your heart warm a little.

“Thank you Yoongi, I really appreciate that. I’m sorry again for coming and invading your personal life,” I say, feeling guilty for the hundredth time today.

“Y/n, I’m going to say this for the last time, it’s not big deal. So please stop saying you’re sorry.” 

“But-“

“No buts!” Yoongi stops my protests with a stern glare. 

“Yeah y/n, don’t feel bad! We feel glad to use our guest room because it usually just sits and gathers dust,” Jimin says cheerfully, then yawns big and wide.

“Looks like little mochi is tired,” Namjoon teases, reaching over to ruffle Jimin’s hair. 

“I’m not tired! It’s only-“ another yawn interrupts Jimin, who sheepishly avoids Namjoon’s pointed gaze. 

“-time for you to get to bed,” Namjoon finishes, “We’ve all had a long day, and I’m sure y/n is exhausted. Let me show you to your room upstairs.”

With that, I get up and follow Namjoon, grabbing my suitcase and lugging it upstairs with his help.

“This is Jimin’s room, Tae’s, Kookie’s, and here’s yours.” 

Namjoon stops in front of the last door, and opens it, turning on the light. Inside is a nice, beige themed room. There is a big bed piled high with throw pillows in the middle and a bench at the end of it, with a dresser to the left of it as well as a desk. A closet is to the right, and next to the closet is a full length mirror, 2 chairs and a small table. A big fluffy white rug covers the carpet in front of the bed. 

(Yes, I did do another drawing to help visualize it lol. Floor plan below ⬇️)

I also notice two doors. Namjoon explains that one leads to the bathroom that I will share with Jungkook and the other leads to an outside balcony.

“A balcony? Really? That’s so cool!” I gush, “Why hasn’t anyone claimed this room?”

“Well, everyone wanted this room, and we couldn’t pick someone so we just chose this one to be the guest room,” Namjoon explains. 

“Ah, that makes sense. Thank you Namjoon, for everything. I am so grateful for you and your boyfriends’ generosity!” I thank him again.

“No need to thank me! And as Yoongs said, please don’t continue to thank us. It’s really no big deal!”

I just nod, and set my suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed.

“Well, I’ll say goodnight now! I’ve got to go wrangle those maknaes and Jin and try to make Yoongs go to bed. Knowing him he’ll stay up late but a guy can try!” With another dimpled smile, Namjoon shut the door and leaves me to my thoughts. 

I sit on the bed, trying to comprehend all that happened today. First I see Minyoo and am happy, then my boyfriend accuses me of cheating on him so I break up and leave him. After that I wander around wondering where to go and by some miracle a handsome man just so happens to notice my stress and offers to let me stay at his beautiful home with his beautiful boyfriends. Now I’m at said beautiful home, sitting on the most comfortable bed I’ve ever felt in your life.

I let out a silent scream, and then flop back onto the bed. Closing my eyes for a moment, I take a deep breath. I can do this. It’s just a month, right? 

After showering in the luxurious bathroom, I change into my soft strawberry printed pj set. Yawning, I turn off the lights and climb into the bed. 

My eyes close, but sleep doesn’t come. I toss and turn to no avail. Huffing, I check the clock; only 11:30. I decide to go fill up my water bottle, hoping that I can fall asleep afterwards. 

Gently I open the door, seeing that the upstairs is now dark with only a small nightlight plugged in, illuminating the hallway. 

Tiptoeing down the stairs and into the kitchen, I’m surprised to see a dim light coming in from the room closest to the living room. But then I remember Jimin saying that Yoongi sometimes stays up until 4am, so I assume it’s him. 

After filling my water bottle, my curiosity gets the better of me and I slowly open the door to the dim room.

Inside there is a big spinning chair that Yoongi is currently sitting in with his back to you. He has big computers and a keyboard set up in front of him, with lots of other technical equipment. Two big leather couches line the wall and music posters are hung up on the walls. 

I now know what Yoongi’s job is- sort of. Obviously it’s something in music, but I’m not sure the actual name of it.

Not wanting to interrupt Yoongi, I go sit on one of the leather couches until he’s done with whatever he’s doing. 

After some typing noises, he turns around in his chair. I can see that he’s changed into a comfortable sweatshirt with matching pants rather than his work clothes earlier.

“Oh, hi y/n. I thought I noticed someone coming in. Usually it’s one of the maknaes, as they love to stay up late.” He chuckles and the runs his fingers through his black hair.

“Ah, yes well I just decided to peek in and see what this room was,” I say sheepishly, “It’s all very interesting with this equipment that you have! If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is your job?”

“I’m a music producer,” he explains, “I am a part of this company called BigHit Music as one of the main producers.” 

A music producer, huh? You didn’t peg him for the music type and are a bit surprised.

“Really? That’s cool! What type of music do you produce?” I ask.

“I usually produce rap music because it’s my favorite,” Yoongi explains. 

Then, his brows furrow a bit and he asks, “What are you still doing up? I thought everyone else was asleep.”

I shrug, then decide to tell the truth.

“I couldn’t sleep. I guess I’ve had a long day.” I laugh but Yoongi doesn’t. Instead he looks concerned.

“You definitely did, I’m honestly not surprised you can’t sleep now. Want to stay here for a while? Maybe watching me work will be boring enough to make you sleep.”

I consider my options, not wanting to bother him, but it’s like he’s reading my thoughts because he then says, “It’s no big deal y/n, I like company while I work. You wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Really?” I ask, “My ex always wanted me to leave while he worked. He said I was a distraction and basically forced me out of the room.” 

I say this normally but then realize how it sounded.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that, he wasn’t mean he just didn’t want me interrupting him. You don’t need to know about my ex.” I look apologetically at Yoongi, who now has an unreadable expression on his face. 

“You don’t need to apologize, y/n. You are now a part of our household, and we want to know more about you. You also seem to apologize a lot, even when there’s no need to. Was everything okay with you and your boyfriend before you broke up?” 

I know he doesn’t mean to pry, but I can’t help but feel a bit exposed by the blunt question. My boyfriend and I’s relationship wasn’t perfect, but there was no major problems with it. Except that he had an awful temper and often yelled and maybe slapped me a couple times. No big deal. Everyone got angry, and I knew he never meant it.

“Everything was fine. Sometimes he would yell at me, but that was only a couple times and nothing else happened.” I feel bad lying again, but I just don’t want them to find out about the slapping. 

Yoongi nods, not wanting to push it, and turns back to his work.

“Feel free to stay or leave, the choice is yours.”

I decide to stay, as the leather couch is comfy and the ambiance is nice. After placing my water bottle and glasses on a side table I curl up on the couch. Yoongi then grabs a fluffy white blanket from a cabinet and throws it to me. After snuggling into it, I close your eyes and slowly fall asleep to the soothing sound of typing.

~ 

A bright light wakes me up, as someone throws the warmth off of me. I groan as I open my eyes and fumble for my glasses. After putting them on, I can see it’s ‘Hobi’ (I’m sure that’s not his full name but I’m definitely not going to ask) who flung the blanket off of me.

“Wake up. It’s time for breakfast.” He turns to leave, but I stop him.

“Wait, can you stay for a second? I’m really sorry for invading your privacy and your house. I know I’m a random stranger, so I will try to keep out of your way. Also, I don’t know your full name so could you please tell me what you feel comfortable with me calling you?” 

I really don’t want ‘Hobi’ to dislike me for the whole month. 

“Whatever. Hoseok is fine. Hobi is reserved for special people only.” After saying this rather distantly, Hobi - who I now know to call ‘Hoseok,’ turns on his heel and disappears out of the room. 

Well. That went great. I guess Hoseok doesn’t like me, and I completely understand why, but I wish that he wouldn’t be so outright rude. 

I get up and hope that I look presentable and then walk out to the kitchen. Hoseok and Namjoon are sitting at the table talking while Seokjin and Yoongi are cooking what looks like pancakes. The maknaes are nowhere to be found.

“Good morning y/n!” Seokjin cheerfully waves with his spatula while Yoongi just grunts his good morning. Huh, maybe he’s one of those people who needs coffee before anything else. 

“Yes, good morning y/n!” Namjoon smiles his (adorable) smile. 

Hoseok doesn’t even look at me which now seems to be the usual response. I see Namjoon glance at him, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“Hey y/n, can you go wake up the maknaes? All of our rooms are labeled so you definitely will be able to find them. I will warn you; they all may be in one room together,” Seokjin says to me.

“Sure! I’ll be back soon then.” I turn and go up the stairs. 

The first name I see on the door is ‘Jimin,‘ so I decide to check that room first. No one in there. Next I check Taehyung’s room but it’s also empty. Finally, I stop outside Jungkook’s room. I hope that they’re in there, otherwise I’m going to have to tell Seokjin that I couldn’t fine them.

I gently twist the knob open, and internally coo at the sight in front of me. Sprawled across the big bed are the maknaes. Jimin is squished between the younger two, with Taehyung on his left side and Jungkook on his right. Taehyung’s leg is draped over Jimin and part of Jungkook, while Jungkook’s arm is hugging on top of both of them. 

I hate to wake them up, but it’s time for breakfast and I know they probably will want to eat.

I slowly walk over to the bed and start gently shaking Jimin, thinking that since he’s in the middle he would wake the other two up. But he just snuggles deeper into his boyfriends. After trying to shake the other two, I have no progress. I guess they are heavy sleepers! 

I don’t want to invade their sleep, so I trudge back downstairs and tell Seokjin that they wouldn’t wake up. 

“Those brats! Hmm, I know one way to wake them up. Tickle them.” 

Seokjin grins evilly at the idea and then says, “Hopefully they don’t kick you y/n! Now, up you go to wake them up.” 

“But I don’t want to invade their sleep, they’re probably really tired!” I protest. Really, I just want Seokjin to go wake them up so I can eat the delicious looking pancakes on the table.

“You’re not invading their sleep. Those kids have had all summer to sleep in,” Yoongi says, now looking a bit more awake. I assume it’s because of his giant yellow mug that is filled with dark liquid.

Defeated, I say “Okay, okay, I’ll go wake them with tickles.”

“Okay, okay, thanks y/n!” Seokjin says teasingly, then shoos me back upstairs. 

I adjust my glasses before I go in and take a deep breath. Where do I even ‘tickle’ them? Oh, well. I’ll just try the most common spots.

Pushing open the door I walk over to the bed for the second time. After staring at their cuteness for a second, I hesitantly reach to Jimin’s side and give it a little pinch. He stirs, but continues to sleep.

Fine, I’m done with this. I just want to eat and get ready for the day! I rapidly knead Jimin’s side, making him jolt up with a sleepy, “Huh?” 

One up two to go. While Jimin stares at me sleepily I swiftly use both of my hands to tickle Taehyung and Jungkook’s side. Both jolt awake just like Jimin. I giggle because they all are so adorable.

“What’s going on,” Jungkook says, looking like a sleepy bunny. 

“Hmmm…” Jimin lays his head on Jungkook’s shoulder, while Taehyung is just sitting up with his eyes closed.

“It’s time to breakfast boys! Seokjin and Yoongi cooked so let’s go before there’s no food left!” 

Before I can leave, Jungkook grabs my arm. 

“Stay with us. We can eat later. Tired. Want to sleep more,” he mumbles in his morning voice.

I blush, partly because of the contact and partly because of his voice.

“C’mon boys or else I’m going to tickle you more.” The threat seems to partly work, as Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes both widen, and they dart out of bed and stumble sleepily out of the door.

But Jungkook continues to hold my arm and close his eyes.

“Please. Need more sleep. Tired.” 

He has been holding my arm for too long, so I decide to be cruel and sneak a tickle under his arms. He shrieks and lets go of me. 

“What was that for?!”

“For not getting up, you sleepy bunny,” you tease, “Now, get up or else more tickles.”

“Fine, fine. I’m coming.” Grumbling under his breath he gets out of the bed and walks to the door, dragging me along with him. We go downstairs to the kitchen table where everyone else is now seated. 

“Look who finally decided to wake up!” Seokjin says, pointing his finger playfully at Jungkook. 

“Whatever hyung. Why did you tell y/n to tickle me?” Jungkook whines, while sitting down and tugging me into the seat next to him. He starts helping himself to pancakes. I do the same.

“Because that’s the only way to wake up you maknaes,” Namjoon says, “And I wanted y/n to get more comfortable with all of us.”

I do a small smile before stuffing my face with the best pancakes I have tasted in my life. 

After chewing and swallowing I say, “Oh, don’t worry about me being comfortable. It’s your house and your life and I’ll be gone in a month anyways.” 

“It may be our house, but we still want you to feel comfortable y/n. Tell us if you’re ever uncomfortable with any of our actions,” Yoongi says. His expression is weirdly unreadable again.

“Thank you again! I promise I will come up with a way to repay you. That reminds me! How much rent do you want me to pay for the month?” 

At this question Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a glance, then Seokjin responds, “About that, since it’s such a short amount of time we don’t and won’t accept any money. I’m serious, y/n. As a college student you’re probably swimming in debt already and there’s no need when we are making enough to support everyone.”

I’m about to protest but stop when I realize he’s right. My college is expensive, and I can barely afford to go as is. But I then make it my personal mission to find  a way to pay them back.

“Thank you so much Seokjin. Actually, thank you to all of you. Without you I’d probably be back in my ex’s apartment or on my friend’s floor.” I say gratefully.

“Call me Jin. And you’re welcome you silly kid! Anyway, what are everyone’s plans for the day?”

It’s a Saturday morning, so I’m assuming that they don’t have many plans. But I was wrong.

“I have to go to the studio to work so I’ll maybe be back in time for dinner,” Yoongi says, bringing his plate over to the kitchen.

“Hobi and I have to go to our studio too!” Jimin says excitedly, after which Hoseok ruffles his hair and smiles at him. I look at them and smile a bit sadly, wishing Hoseok and I got along a bit more.

“I’m working on my lesson plans for the upcoming school year, so I’ll probably be at Jin’s restaurant,” Namjoon says.

Wait, restaurant? I thought Jin was an actor!

I must look confused because Jin then says, “Ah, yes y/n I own a restaurant called Serendipity. I opened it after my acting career skyrocketed. You’re also probably wondering what everyone’s jobs are. I’m an actor and owner of that restaurant, Yoongi is a-“

“I already told her I’m a music producer Jin-hyung,” Yoongi interrupts.

“Aish, just let me finish Yoongi!” Jin shakes his head at Yoongi, “So, as I was saying, Yoongi is a music producer, Hobi and Jimin own a dance studio together called Epiphany, Joonie is a high school teacher, Jungkookie is going to be a senior in college where he’s majoring in cinematography, and TaeTae is a fashion designer.” 

Wow, that’s a really diverse group of careers! I wonder why I haven’t heard of Jin’s acting? He must be pretty popular. 

“That’s so cool! Everyone’s jobs are so diverse,” I gush, “A high school teacher and a fashion designer? Wow you guys are some talented humans.” 

“I like to think so,” Hoseok says icily, “After all, we did work really hard to get to where we are now.” I can see the other boys looking at Hoseok with furrowed brows, but I know by now that this is how our relationship is going to be I until I move out. I decide to be polite, even though his words still sting.

“Yes, your hard work paid off!” I say cheerfully, grabbing his empty plate and carrying it with mine over to the sink. He looks a bit taken back at the gesture but quickly recovers.

“C’mom Hobi-hyung! We have to go get ready now or we won’t be able to make it to the studio on time!” Jimin rushes Hoseok upstairs and Namjoon disappears soon after. 

I check the time; 9:23 am. They must have a full day ahead of them, so I offer to do the dishes. Yoongi accepts, ignoring Jin’s protests and practically pushes him up the stairs saying, “You know you have to go to the restaurant today, so don’t be late.” 

All this leaves is Jungkook and Taehyung, whom both are in the living room now watching tv. Since Jungkook is a college student, I know he probably doesn’t have anything to do but I’m surprised Taehyung doesn’t have any work today. 

“Oh, and y/n?” Yoongi asks, leaning on the balcony rail outside his room after successfully shoving Jin into his respective room, “Your job today is to watch those two in the living room. You never know what kind of things they’re going to do, so please make sure they don’t burn the house down or some other horrible life-changing thing!” And with that, he goes into his room and shuts the door.

Guess I’m on babysitting duty today with the literal babies of the group. I can only hope that I don’t fail and the house burns down. 

I wander into the living room, seeing that both boys are now on their phones and ignoring the news playing on the tv. 

“…hey guys. My job today is to ‘babysit’ you per Yoongi’s request.”

“Hey! We’re not children. We don’t need babysitting,” Jungkook pouts. 

“I know but he said that he doesn’t want you guys to burn the house down,” I shrug, not sure what to say.

“That was one time!” Taehyung cries out.

“What do you mean, one time? You’re telling me you actually burned a house down?” Now I’m scared to babysit them because I’m fearing for my own safety.

Jungkook laughs at my expression and then says, “No! No, we didn’t burn down a house. We just lit the toaster on fire accidentally.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. 

“You should’ve seen your face y/n! You actually thought we burned a house down!” Taehyung and Jungkook both start laughing hysterically. 

“I don’t think it was that funny.” I cross my arms and glare at the two. 

“It wasn’t funny, it was hilarious,” Jungkook giggles.

“What was hilarious?” By now, Hoseok and Jimin are downstairs and getting their shoes on. 

“Hobi-hyung! Y/n over here thought that we burned a house down!” Taehyung exclaims.

“Oh, that story. Y/n, they wouldn’t be so stupid as to burn down a house.” 

That word. Stupid. He’s calling me stupid right? Basically. He’s saying I’m stupid. Maybe I am stupid for assuming they would burn a house down. I mean, what kind of person thinks that? Me. I’m such an idiot, no wonder Hoseok doesn’t like me. And no wonder-

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jimin is voice interrupts my thoughts. I snap out of it. I’m not with my ex. My ex is gone. I won’t ever have to deal with him again.

“O-oh. Yes, I’m fine.” My voice is a bit wobbly still and my heart is still racing.

“Okay, you sure?” Jimin asks, concerned.

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks for asking.” I say, then, trying to distract from me, I ask him “Don’t you and Hoseok need to go? You don’t want to be late.” 

“She’s right Jimin we have to go now or else we’re going to be late. Bye everyone.” Hoseok grabs Jimin’s arm and they take their leave. 

“You know you can call him Hobi, right y/n?” Jungkook asks me.

“Yeah, almost no one calls him by his real name,” Taehyung agrees.

“Well…” I’m not sure how to explain that Hoseok asked me to call him by his real name. 

“I just don’t feel comfortable calling him by his real name because I don’t know you guys well enough for that.” I hope that that’s a good enough reason for them.

“But you call Jin-hyung by his nickname!” Jungkook points out. 

Dang. I forgot about that.

“He asked me to call him that! Until Hoseok asks me to call him ‘Hobi’ I will continue to call him Hoseok.”

“Okay fine but you know you can call me Tae or TaeTae like everyone else,” Taehyung says.

“Ooh me too! Feel free to call me Kook or Kookie or Jungkookie!” Jungkook is very enthusiastic about me calling him by a nickname. 

“Or you could call him baby bunny,” Taehyung says slyly.

“I am NOT a baby bunny!” Jungkook pushes Taehyung into the couch cushions.

“You sure look like one, baby bunny Jungkook,” Taehyung teases. 

The two then get into sort of a wrestling match on the couch. 

“Guys! Quit it, I can’t let Yoongi see I’m failing at babysitting you this early in the day,” I plead at them.

“I think Yoongi can see for himself how it’s going with the babysitting.” 

Oh crap, Yoongi. I turn around and see him standing them with Jin. 

I smile sheepishly, then say “Oh, hi Yoongi! Don’t worry, I can totally handle these two.” 

“Uh-huh. And I can see how that’s going.” He quirks an eyebrow up, and Jin crosses his arms. Both look at me like they’re scolding me, but I know they don’t mean it by the gleams in their eyes. 

“Fine! You get them to stop wrestling!” I throw my arms up in mock frustration.

“Okay, we will.” 

Yoongi and Jin walk over to the wrestling boys on the couch and each grab one shirt collar and drag them apart. Jin grabs Jungkook and Yoongi grabs Taehyung.

“Hey!”

“Hyung!”

“You brats need to stop making y/n’s life so difficult. If I find out that you weren’t good for her, there will be punishment,” Jin threatens.

The boys stop trying to fight and relax in their hyungs’ holds, defeated. I wonder what type of ‘punishment’ Jin’s given them before that makes them so scared.

“Okay Jin-hyung, we’ll be good for y/n.”

“That’s a good boy! Now, we have to go, but make sure that you behave!” Jin praises.

Namjoon walks down the stairs, ready to leave as well.

“What’s going on guys?” He asks, confused at the situation on the couch.

“Nothing. We got it handled. Let’s go!” Yoongi says, letting go of Taehyung.

After Jin lets Jungkook go the trio heads out with choruses of “Good-bye!” And “Behave you two!”

The door shuts and I am alone with the two youngest of the group.

“So…what should we do now?”

here’s chapter two! hope you enjoyed reading. I am trying to write a chapter per week, so hopefully I can keep that up! Thanks for reading! :)

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter one

this is a typical bts x reader college au story, but just wanted to give writing a try! I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. Feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*warnings: angst, verbal abuse (shouting/yelling), slight gaslighting??, slight physical abuse (reader gets slapped, doesn’t go into details), f reader, reader has glasses*

summary: after a chance encounter with a handsome stranger, you find yourself living with him and his six boyfriends. All of whom are the most kindhearted men you’ve ever met. Who will fall first? You or them?

word count: ~1.7k

The weather is perfect; rain. But not the beautiful, slight drizzle with a calming atmosphere. 

No, it’s a torrid rainfall. The skies are dark, winds blustery, and there is a harsh downpour. 

The weather matches the tension in the air as I storm out of my ex boyfriend’s apartment complex, a suitcase in one hand and my phone in the other. 

~

The problems started about two months ago. You had been dating your boyfriend for only two months after meeting him on a blind date set up by a friend. After the date went well, you and him exchanged numbers. This led to you two talking and then setting up another date. After seeing him for a month, you officially became his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. 

Then from February to June it was perfect. He would take you on romantic dates; restaurant dinners, sunset watching on the beach, a picnic, etc. This was the time you felt truly happy, enjoying every moment together. 

It was in mid-May that you moved in with him into his apartment. Now, you two could be even closer together and make even more memories. Slow dancing in the kitchen, cooking together, and binge-watching tv dates. 

July fifth was the start of the trouble. You and him were cooking dinner together when you accidentally dropped a plate. It was really no big deal, as you two had so many other plates, but he started shouting at you, calling you clumsy and stupid. Afterwords he apologized, and you forgave him. 

Then a week later you forgot that you had a date together. You had been with your friends for the afternoon, hanging out and catching up. When you finally decided to look at your phone, you saw that you had thirty-four new messages from your boyfriend and then remembered you had a dinner date. A hasty goodbye to your friends and a quick drive over and you found your angry boyfriend. You were an hour late. The drive home was silent and once you got inside the yelling start again. He called you forgetful and stupid, saying he took time out of his day to see you, but apparently you couldn’t do the same for him. This time hurt more than the last, as you rarely got to see these friends.

There were countless other incidents where he got mad for no reason and yelled at you. Whether calling you lazy or messy, he always used the word stupid. 

Who knew a simple word could impact and affect your life so much? 

The violence was always verbal, but there were a couple times he slapped you. The sting made your eyes water, and you soon became paranoid; afraid that if you made him angry he would physically hurt you. As much as you tried to control it, your boyfriend still noticed and was annoyed with you. 

The last straw was when he accused you of cheating on him. You had been hanging out with your friend Minyoo, who was a close high school friend of yours. You hadn’t seen him in forever, and you two talked and caught up all afternoon. After a warm hug goodbye, you two exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch, 

But when you got home, there was your boyfriend, with another unhappy look on his face. You sighed, knowing you did something wrong again.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, already internally bracing yourself for the yelling.

“You know what’s wrong! Cheating on me with your so-called ‘friend’?! How could you?! I have been loyal to you, and this is how you repay me?!” 

“You know that I would never, ever cheat on you,” you start, but stop when he slams his fists on the coffee table. You don’t continue as you grow fearful of his anger. 

“Never cheat? Hah! You’re such a good liar y/n. Always dishonest with me! And you wonder why I get mad! It’s because of you! You make me mad! Why are you so stupid?!” 

At that word, you snap, going into the bedroom.

“Hey! Where are you going? I’m not done speaking yet!” You hear him shout from the living room. 

After looking in the closet, you find your suitcase and start packing the essentials. By now, your boyfriend has found you and found out what you were doing.

“Y/n, what are you doing?! Are you seriously thinking about leaving?”

You don’t respond, focusing on stuffing everything you can into your suitcase. After zipping it closed, you grab your phone and roll the suitcase into the living room. 

“Y/n!” Your boyfriend grabs your wrist, “ Don’t be so stupid as to leave me! You will regret it!” 

You try to rip your wrist from his grasp, and finally succeed.

“Stop it!” You hiss, “Let me go or I will yell for the neighbors.”

The threat seemed to work, your now ex-boyfriend letting you leave the apartment. 

~ 

As I wander the rainy streets, I let my brain catch up with my actions. 

Did I really just break up with my boyfriend?

Will he come after me?

Is it truly my fault?

The last question lingers in my mind. 

As I approach a bus stop, I sit down underneath the covered area. Now soaked to the bone, I wonder what my next step should be. 

I can’t call my family, as they’re living in the U. S. My friends don’t have any place for me to stay, and I know I don’t have enough money in my suitcase for a hotel room. 

I truly have no option left. 

The tears come again, and I sit alone on that bench until I hear a voice.

“Excuse me miss, are you alright?”

I look up through my tear-stained glasses to make out a slightly blurred face. A really handsome slightly blurred face.

“Oh,” sniffle, “I’ll be fine in a bit thank you,” sniffle, “Just a mental breakdown you know?” I say, trying to assure the handsome stranger. But it doesn’t seem to work. 

“Really? Excuse me if I’m over stepping, but it seems like more than a ‘mental breakdown’ to me,” handsome man says, “You have a suitcase with you. Do you need a place to stay?” 

I’m not sure what to say. I need a place desperately, but I don’t trust this man for obvious reasons. First, I literally don’t know anything about him, second, he could be a creep or a serial killer, and third, I literally don’t know anything about him! 

Handsome man sees my hesitation and says, “I know, I’m a random stranger. But let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Seokjin, I’m twenty-six years old, and I’m an actor. I live with my six boyfriends, but we have an extra guest room you could stay in. I promise we’re not weird or creepy! But you might be weirded out by my perfect face!” He then winks at me and I laugh through my tears.

“Well, now that you know more about me, will you accept the offer? My boyfriend Yoongi is coming to pick me up, so if you want to you can come today. This rain is no joke!” He says, eagerly waiting my answer.

I quickly consider my choices. Seokjin said that he lives with six other boyfriends, which is a decent amount of people. But he has a guest room. But he could be lying and be creepy. But his eyes are so genuinely excited, so maybe he’s just kind. And I’m out of other options, and there is still about a month until I go back to college and can live in a dorm. 

I surprise myself by saying “Yes, I’ll come live with you Seokjin. I’m sorry I’m such a mess, otherwise I wouldn’t accept this offer. But I promise it will only be for a month! I go back to college in a month and then I can live in a dorm so I won’t bother you and your boyfriends and-“

“Calm down. My boyfriends are very nice and don’t care how long you stay! If you could tell me your name though, that would be much appreciated,” Seokjin says with yet another wink.

I blush, I didn’t tell him my name yet!

“Oh, uh, right, my name’s y/n,” I mumble. 

“Oh, y/n! Very lovely, just like yourself,” Seokjin says, smiling at me.

I blush even more, but then a car pulls up.

“Ah! This is Yoongi’s car,” Seokjin says, pulling me and my suitcase up to the passenger side of the car, the now light drizzles of rain falling onto our heads.

The window rolls down, and there is yet another handsome man. Of course someone as handsome as Seokjin would have an equally attractive boyfriend.

“Ah, Yoongi! This here is y/n, and she needs a place to stay because…” Seokjin pauses, looking at me, and I realize I never told him the reason why.

“Oh! Um, well, I just broke up with my boyfriend and we were living in his apartment, so…” I trail off, now embarrassed. 

‘Yoongi’ just raises his eyebrows and tells Seokjin, “Of course she can come stay with us, but have you told the others yet?” 

Seokjin is now the one looking embarrassed. 

“I was going to just-“

“Bring her home and not tell the others? You know we have to discuss important things with everyone before making a decision,” Yoongi interrupts, annoyance flashing in his eyes. 

Great, now I’m just a problem yet again. 

“It’s no big deal, I can just find a hotel or somewhere else to stay,” I start, but get interrupted by Yoongi.

“No, it’s ok. I know Jin-hyung wouldn’t just invite anyone over. I guess it’ll be a surprise to everyone at home,” Yoongi says pointedly at Seokjin. 

“Yah! I couldn’t just let her be! She was crying and I knew you guys would be kind enough to let her stay with us!” Jin protests, making Yoongi roll his eyes.

“Whatever Jin-hyung. Just put y/n’s suitcase in the trunk and get in. Y/n, I promise it’s no big deal. We all know the feeling of needing a place to stay, trust me.” Yoongi then gestures for me to get in the backseat. 

I open the door and climb in as Seokjin puts my suitcase in the back. After he climbs in the passenger seat, we’re off to their house.

What did I just do? 

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~ mostly write bts x reader; ot7 and single member x reader🩷

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ongoing works ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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🩵 catharsis masterlist

summary: after a chance encounter with a handsome stranger, you find yourself living with him and his six boyfriends. all of whom are the most kindhearted men you’ve ever met. who will fall first? you or them? collegestudentreader!au

🫶🏼 bangtan boys x taylor swift eras masterlist

summary: starting a new series where I’m writing each of the boys as taylor swift eras! I’m choosing a song from each album and then writing a story with a specific trope about one of the boys. since there are ten eras and only seven members, three of the stories will be ot7. 💗

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~ ot7 x reader ~

👠 stiletto one shot

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🌷 vii

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~ kim seokjin ~

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~ jung hoseok ~

~ park jimin ~

🍰 lucky

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~ kim taehyung ~

❤️‍🩹 gone astray

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~ jeon jungkook ~

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[marblemoonstones]

we were in screaming color 🩵

summary: starting a new series where I’m writing each of the boys as taylor swift eras! I’m choosing a song from each album and then writing a story with a specific trope about one of the boys. since there are ten eras and only seven members, three of the stories will be ot7. 

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

main masterlist

*warnings: f reader, curse words, angst, frustrating/toxic parents, car accident (nothing graphic)*

word count ~ 6.7k (longest fic written so far!! 🥳)

I’m super excited to start this series :) 💗 (song lyrics won’t start until later into the fic bc I had to add background details. most of the lyrics will be used)

song: out of the woods 

album: 1989 (taylor’s version)

trope: small hometown romance

The year was 1989… 

“Mom, dad, I have something to tell you,” I say, trying not to pace anxiously. 

“Sweetie, is something wrong?” Mom asks, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Dad also looks nervous, as I never usually act in this manner. They’re both sitting on our worn cream couch, slightly sagging from overuse.

“Well…you know how I wanted to go pursue my architecture degree in Seoul?” I ask, remembering their horrified reactions to me having a desire to move out of our small hometown of Tonjung. 

“Yes, I remember. And I also remember us not wanting you to leave,” Dad says, his face solemn and sure. 

That’s funny. They both think I’m staying. 

“I know, but I got into the University of Seoul School of Architecture,” I say, hoping that they’ll be at least a little proud. But knowing deep in my heart that they won’t care.

“Good for you honey, but I thought you were going to stay here and run the family business. You’re the only child we have, y/n. You have to carry on the legacy,” Mom says firmly. 

“That’s what you want,” I sigh, already weary of the conversation, “But I want to go and live my dream.” Every time that I bring architecture up they always dismiss it. I don’t know whether or not it’s because they don’t believe in me or because they want me to follow their perfect vision.

“You and your dreams! Don’t you care about your family at all? Our dream is to be grandparents! Why don’t you settle down here and find a nice boy and-“

“Mom, dad, enough!” I hiss, my anger finally boiling over, “I don’t want to fucking live in your dream, I have a dream of my own. And I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity go to waste. I already paid for everything and set it up, so I just wanted to see if you were going to support me. But I guess not.” 

My parents are now in shock, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. But I don’t care.

“Goodbye.” 

And with that, I leave, grabbing my suitcases that I had hidden and waiting by the door. The tears prickle at the edge of my eyes. 

“Honey!”

“Wait!”

They shout, but I ignore them. Opening the door, I run straight into a man. Oh, is this another poor soul that they’re trying to set me up with? Too bad for him.

I shove my shit into the car and start it. Turning out of the driveway, I’m off to my new life. 

~

Thirteen years later

~

“Ms. Choi! We need you to sign this, approving the floor plan for the new hospital. We added all the details you requested and-“ 

(I don’t know anything about architecture, so I’m trying to not add details. I’m sorry if I’m inaccurate with anything!)

I sign it quickly and then walk to the meeting room. My assistant has a ‘new project’ that I’ll ‘definitely want to be a part of!’ That means one of two things: either it’s a horrible project and they’re trying to hype it up so I’ll do it, or it’s actually a good investment and I’ll be pleasantly surprised. 

I tend to have a ‘pessimistic’ point of view, but that’s only because I have high standards. After graduating top of my class, I started a job at one of the top architect corporations, Park Designs. Slowly climbing the ranks, I am now one of the top architects at Park. And it only took me five years. Some of my classmates are still low class designers at middle-class businesses. Not to sound cocky of course, but I had to work my ass off in college and during my internships. While my classmates were out partying and drinking, I was working on my designs and making sure they was the best. 

Stepping into the meeting room, I’m not surprised to see my assistant, Jungwoon, but I am surprised to see my boss Seonming. Seonming usually doesn’t come to these meetings, as she’s usually busy helping the CEO, Park Ji-young. 

“Hello y/n, it’s good to see you,” Seonming says shaking my hand. I’ve always admired Seonming, partly because she’s an amazing architect and partly because she’s a high ranking woman in a usually male dominated field. 

“Good morning Seonming, it’s good to see you too,” I say, meaning every word. 

I take a seat in the plush chairs, glad to get the nice meeting room.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m in here. As you know, I don’t usually comes when there’s a new project for you,” Seonming starts, “But this project is especially personal, and I wanted to pitch it to you.”

Personal? What does she mean by that?

Jungwoon hands me the files before bowing and leaving the room. 

“Before you look at it, please know that I specifically selected you for this project because I know that you like designing for the greater good. You have a good heart, y/n, and that’s why I chose you for this. Not for any other reason,” Seonming says, making me wonder what’s so special about this project.

I take a deep breath and open the files. Instantly, I see the location. Tonjung, South Korea. Oh no, oh no no no. 

“Now, before you get all mad, please understand-“

“Seonming. You know why I can’t do this. I left that life behind for a reason,” I say, irritation rising in me. Seonming of all people knows why I can’t go back! I haven’t seen my parents in years, only talking to them at the holidays or our respective birthdays. Our relationship is formal at best.

“I know y/n, but please consider it. You haven’t even looked at the project yet,” Seonming says implored.

I know she’s right, as she always is, so I scan the summary. Building a new school? Did something happen to my elementary school? 

“What happened to Tonjung Elementary?” I ask, thinking about the cozy and warm school I went to.

“There was an earthquake,” Seonming explains, “And it all but destroyed the current school. They need an architect who can rebuild the school, and I recommended you. Not because you used to live there, but because I knew you’d be able to do it justice.”

Damn. Seonming is really good at making someone feel guilty. She knows I’m a sucker for humanitarian projects, whether it be building a new hospital or, in this case, a new school. 

Why didn’t I know that the earthquake happened? Why didn’t my parents tell me? I’m assuming it’s because they think I don’t care, but just because I left doesn’t mean I don’t have an attachment to the town I grew up in.

I sigh, already knowing my answer. 

“Okay…I guess for Tonjung Elementary…” I grumble, trying to ignore the happy look on Seonming’s face. 

“Great! You’ll have to stay there for a while, of course, but the project doesn’t start for another two weeks. That should give you enough time!” Seonming is being surprisingly brief with details. Usually she gives me a full run down and explains every last aspect.

“Okay…how long will this last?” I ask, suspicious. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s supposed to last two to three years. Anyways, I’ll send the rest of the information soon! Have a good day y/n!” Seonming leaves in a rush, clearly trying to avoid me so I can’t back out.

Two to three years? In my hometown? With my parents? Oh boy. What did I just agree to?

~ 

Two weeks fly by and before I know it I’m leaving with a lot of my stuff. Even though I may come back to the city once in a while, it won’t be often because the drive from Seoul to Tonjung is a good seven hours. 

“Goodbye y/n! Have safe travels and try to have a little fun,” Jungwoon says. He’s handling my office while I’m gone. I trust him, and I know he’ll do a good job.

“Thanks, Jungwoon. And don’t forget to text me if there are any problems!” I call, waving as I drive off. 

I put on music and try to enjoy the long drive. It is beautiful by the coast, and if I ignore the awkwardness with my parents, then going back home isn’t too bad. 

I’m just glad that I’m staying at an Air BnB because otherwise I’d have to endure my parents’ constant nagging about how I left them, how I need to settle down, and all that bullshit. Besides, I’m only thirty-two. I have plenty of time to find a partner. I want to keep working towards my goal, becoming a CEO (like Park Ji-young) of my own architectural business. 

The drive passes by quickly, and soon the tall skyscrapers of Seoul turn into quaint houses with chipping paint.

I pull into the Air BnB and get out of my car. Breathing in the salty air, I feel the crisp breeze on my skin. It’s June and the weather is a bit hot at times so the breeze is a nice reprieve. I start yo unload my stuff and place it in the bedroom. This is a nice Air BnB because it has all the essentials (washer, dryer, dishwasher, etc.) for one person. 

I go to the bathroom and freshen up. After changing my clothes, I decide to rip the bandaid off and go to my parents since it’s only about 3 in the afternoon.

Tonjung is small enough to walk place to place, and my parents’ house is only a couple blocks over from the Air BnB. 

I steady myself before knocking on the door. The aqua paint that used to be cheerful and welcoming now feels cheap and tacky. 

The door opens, and my dad’s face appears. He opens the door slightly wider for me to come in, but I can tell he’s not that happy to see me.

“Hi honey, come on in. Your mom’s in the living room.” He shuts the door behind me and I feel as though I’m heading straight to my doom. 

I cautiously step into the room and see my mom.

“Hi mom…it’s good to see you again,” I say, tentative of how this visit will go.

She turns her head.

“Hi sweetie. How are you?” It’s turning into another one of our phone calls. Only this time I can’t make an excuse and hang up.

“I’m fine. It’s good to be back.” I hesitate on what to say next, trying to break the awkwardness that’s lingering in the air like stale perfume. 

“Good to have you back. Maybe this time you’ll stay,” mom says, and I stiffen.

“You know I had to go. And look at me now, I’ve achieved so much.” I always try my hardest to make my parents proud, even if they don’t know it. 

“Yes honey, you have. So why don’t you come back here for good? You can do your building business or whatever it is you do from here.” 

Mom never understands. It’s not just a ‘building business,’ it’s my life. I have big goals, and they’re only going to happen if I keep pursuing them. 

“Mom, you know I can’t move back here. I have to continue in Seoul because that’s where there are better opportunities for me,” I try to explain. Before anyone can say anything else, I hear a knock on the door.

“Oh, that must be Namjoon,” my dad says, going to open the door.

Namjoon? Kim Namjoon?

“Hey Namjoon! Yes yes, come on in. She’s right here.” Dad leads the handsome man over to me. 

“Hey, y/n! Long time no see.” 

Kim Namjoon sure has grown into those long legs and dimples. His eyes have always been beautifully sculpted, but they’re even more gorgeous now. I notice that he’s got some serious muscles in him now too. Seems he’s discovered working out.

“Hey Namjoon. Haven’t seen you in a while,” I say, trying (and failing) not to seem awkward.

“Namjoon here has grown up, hasn’t he y/n? And he even stayed in town,” Mom says pointedly.

I roll my eyes. So small town Namjoon stayed in the small town. Mom and dad probably wish he was their child.

“Okay, mom. I get it. Now, not to break up whatever this-“ I gesture to mom and I- “is, why did you call Namjoon here?”

“Oh! It’s because I’m the principal of Tonjung Elementary. We’ll be working together on the rebuilding a lot,” Namjoon explains.

“Oh that’s fun…” I trail off, not sure what else to say. Yay? Spending two to three years working with someone I haven’t seen in ages?

“Yes it is! Now, why don’t you two mosey on down to the beach and get to know each other after such a long time. I’m sure there’s much to catch up on. And your father and I have to go to the store.” Mom practically forces us out, and before I know it Namjoon and I are standing outside the front door. So much for subtleness. Mom just wants me to find a boyfriend.

“That was quick,” I mumble, “Even for them.” Usually our visits on the phone last at least fifteen minutes, but this one breaks the record with being about five.

Namjoon chuckles. I blush, not knowing that he heard me. 

“Well, it seems that we are supposed to go to the beach. Shall we?” Polite as ever, Namjoon is. 

“Sure. We shall.” 

Traipsing down we make our way to the beach and I immediately take off of my shoes to feel the sand. I find a good spot and sit down and stare at the ocean. The crashing waves do little to smooth my mind. 

“So…” Namjoon starts, sitting down next to me. “You escaped. And you’re very successful now. I’ve seen you in magazines and such.”

Magazines? My name is almost never mentioned but I suppose there were a couple pieces written about my various projects.

“Heh, yeah. I’m lucky to be where I am today,” I affirm as I start drawing hearts in the sand. 

“Yeah…the last time I saw you you weren’t doing the best so I’m glad you made it.” Namjoon has a look in his eyes I don’t recognize. Pity? Sympathy?

“Wait when was the last time I saw you?” I don’t remember seeing him since high school graduation.

“When you were leaving. For college. After,” Namjoon winces, “The fight with your parents.” 

Wait how did he see me then? Unless-

“YOU were the man outside the door! I thought it was another random man my parents were trying to set me up with!” I exclaim.

Namjoon smiles sheepishly. 

“Well…that was me. And I wasn’t just there for fun…” 

“Ohhh so you were another poor suitor sent by my parents,” I side eye him for a second before we both burst into laughter. 

“Ah yes, that’s me. A ‘suitor’ for you! Perhaps you should like to date me madam?” Namjoon says in an accent.

As I laugh, I think, Was he always this funny? I guess he’s more goofy now than in high school.

“Nah, I’m not ready to date anyone. I have to start my own architectural corporation first,” I say wistfully. Someday. 

“Oh yeah, I bet you’ll be able to do that. You always were so driven, even in high school,” Namjoon says, reminiscing. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me! I remember when I missed senior homecoming because I had to study.” 

I wanted to go, but I had a huge AP chem test the next day that I ‘couldn’t afford to fail.’ So, while my other classmates were dancing to ‘Party Rock’ I was at home poring over my textbooks. It paid off, I suppose, because I aced the test, but it wasn’t worth missing homecoming.

“Those dances weren’t that fun anyways,” Namjoon says, breaking my train of thought.

“Oh! Yes I guess they weren’t. I wonder how everyone’s doing nowadays. I haven’t spoken to any of them in ages,” I mused. I’m only friends with some of them on social media, and even then I don’t check it frequently enough to know what’s happening in their lives.

“Remember Cho Eun Jung? Well, now she’s a famous fashion designer. Heard her designs were featured in Paris Fashion Week or something. And little Kim Ha-Joon? He has a family of his own now. They moved to America a while ago,” Namjoon notes, nose crinkling as he thinks. 

“Wow. Seems as if everyone’s out there living their life and I’m stuck in Seoul, single and still pursuing my dream career,” I say, melancholy sinking in. The truth is, what have I done with my life? Sure, I’m a successful architect but I’m not famous and I don’t have a family. I’m not even close with the family that I do have.

“Hey, don’t think of yourself that way. You’re still successful, I mean only five years and now you’re a top architect at one of the top corporations. I’d say that’s impressive,” Namjoon says, making me laugh. 

“Thanks, Namjoon. And look at you, principal on Tonjung Elementary. That’s impressive. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to Mr. Han?” Mr. Han was our principal when Namjoon and I went to Tonjung. 

“I don’t mind at all, and he retired. I think he’s living around here somewhere with his wife,” replies Namjoon. I’m glad that Mr. Han retired, he deserves it. That man was an excellent principal. 

“Oh, that’s good. I’m happy for him. I’m also happy for you, and I’m happy that we can catch up. I mean, we are going to be working together for a couple years,” I say sheepishly. 

“That’s true. I’m glad that it’s you who I’m working with,�� Namjoon says, flashing me a smile, his dimples prominent. 

I smile back.

“Me too.”

~

(I won’t be adding many details about the new school design because I am not an architect and don’t want to mess up anything about the process :))

The months pass by in a whirlwind with planning and sketching the new school. Namjoon and I try to make it similar to the old one, but there are a few modern adjustments that we add.

Currently, all of the students are having to go to school in a neighboring town. Namjoon and I work as quickly as we can so that they can come back and attend school here. 

~

September arrives and with it cooler weather. The leaves are starting to turn their gorgeous shades and I start wearing my knit sweaters. 

One day I’m heading over to Namjoon’s house because I forgot my laptop charger. I knock on his cerulean door and he answers, smiling that cute grin of his.

“Hey y/n! Come on in. I’m assuming you’re here for your laptop charger?”

I step inside, replying “Yes! I can’t believe I left it here. I’m so forgetful sometimes.” 

I grab it off of the coffee table, and am about to leave when Namjoon clears his throat.

“Would…you like to stay for a bit? I remember you wanting to watch that new k-drama and it just came out. You don’t have to though if you don’t want to! Sorry, I just thought maybe-“

“Namjoon,” I interrupt, smiling internally at his shyness, “It’s fine. I’d love to stay for a while. I’m glad that you remember when the k-drama was coming out because I sure didn’t!” 

After popping popcorn (our second bag as Namjoon burnt the first batch) and grabbing sodas we settle down to watch ‘Business Proposal’ (I know it didn’t come out this early but I love this k-drama okay? 😭). 

We binged the whole season that afternoon. After the last episode my stomach hurt from all the popcorn and soda but my heart was full. 

“The last scene was so pretty! Those cherry blossoms…” I sigh as I lean back into the couch, “I can only dream to have such a perfect proposal someday.”

“I know the right person will come along y/n. Just wait and see,” Namjoon says with such certainty that I look at him. How does he know that I’ll find someone?

“Yeah, I guess so,” I reply, letting my head drop to the couch. If I close my eyes, I can just imagine that this little moment was perfect. Namjoon and I in a perfect bubble. No outsiders or prying parents to belittle me. 

‎♪ looking at it now

it all seems so simple ‎♪

I hear the sound of a flash and open my eyes to see Namjoon holding a Polaroid camera. 

“Hey! Did you just take a picture of me?” I gasp at him as he grins sheepishly.

“Maybe?” 

“Why?” I ask him, trying to grab the camera out of his hand.

“Because! Look,” Namjoon says, showing me the picture.

I look so pensive, eyes closed to the world. The sun beams down through the window and hits my face perfectly like I’m in a movie. My hair is spread on the couch in a surprisingly beautiful way.

‎♪ we were lying on your couch

I remember ‎♪

“Wow, I didn’t know you had such a touch for photography Namjoon!” I praise, seeing the man blush.

“Oh, it’s not that hard when I have a great subject to photograph.” Namjoon waves off the compliment. 

“Can I keep the picture?” I ask, grinning excitedly when he drops it into my hands, “Thanks!”

Namjoon holds the camera out in front of both of us. “Let’s take a selfie together, y/n.” 

“Okay!” I say, getting close and throwing up a peace sign. Flash! 

‎♪ you took a Polaroid of us

then discovered ‎♪

The picture comes out beautifully, the sun hitting the two of us just right and our beaming faces genuine. 

“Aww, we look so cute Namjoon. Why don’t you keep this picture because you let me keep the first one. A memory when we watched Business Proposal!” I cheer, feeling happy for the first time in a while. 

When was the last time I let myself just be with someone? No work, no worrying about parents or expectations. Just me and them. 

‎♪ the rest of the world was black and white

but we were in screaming color ‎♪

I blink, surprised with my sudden desire to cry. Was my life so monotone that simple moments like these made me happy? Did…Namjoon make me happy? No, it was just the fun of hanging out with someone. That’s why, I’m riding the high of having a true friendship. No other reason. 

‎♪ and I remember thinking

are we out of the woods yet?

are we in the clear yet? ‎♪

~

It’s December and the air is cooler as winter sneaks in. I’m over at his house about a week until Christmas, complaining about my parents (yet again). 

“They want me to go to their annual Christmas party! Which is fine, because, like, my family will be there, but that means a night of suffering as they compare me to my cousins. Half of my cousins are married, some have children, and the others at least live close by. I don’t check any of those boxes so they’ll just use the night to make me feel guilty!” I rant while sitting on Namjoon’s couch. 

‎♪ looking at it now 

last this december ‎♪

Namjoon winces. 

“I’m sorry…do your parents even know how they make you feel?”

“But it’s not just my family! You know my parents, they invite the whole damn town!” I plow on, then stop after realizing Namjoon said something, “Sorry, what did you say?” 

“I said that I’m sorry and asked if your parents know how bad they make you feel. It’s obvious they don’t, but have you tried talking to them about it?” Namjoon repeats. 

“Oh, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault they’re this way. And yeah, I have tried to talk to them. Since high school, actually, when I told them I wanted to pursue being an architect. But they turned it down immediately! They didn’t even listen to me!” I put my head into my hands.

Namjoon puts his arm around me in a half hug.

“I wish there was a way for me to help you, y/n. If it makes you feel any better, I can come to the party with you. Your parents did invite me.”

Of course they did. They want me to find someone so desperately that they probably invited all of the eligible bachelors in Tonjung. 

I lean into Namjoon’s hug, trying to absorb some of his calming aura. 

‎♪ we were built to fall apart

then fall back together ‎♪

The day of the dreaded party arrives and I shove myself into a sparkly red dress that’s itchy and uncomfortable. I feel like a present. 

At precisely 5:20pm my doorbell rings. Grabbing my purse I open the door to see Namjoon. In a suit. Wow, he cleans up nice.

“Joon! You look great. That suit looks great on you,” I babble. Since when have I been nervous around him?

“Same to you! Well, not about the suit but that dress. Looks really good on you,” Namjoon stumbles out. Looks like I’m not the only awkward one. 

I smile. 

“Thank you Namjoon. Shall we?” 

“Oh! Before we leave, I wanted to give you your Christmas gift.” He brings out a small velvet box from behind his back.

I gasp, then say, “Joon! You didn’t have to get me anything. I didn’t get you anything!” 

“It’s okay,” Namjoon says, stepping inside, “I don’t need anything. I’m just glad that we’re friends.”

He hands me the box and I open it. Inside is a simple chain necklace with a gold North Star charm at the end. I look closer at it and realize-

“Namjoon! This is your necklace! I can’t accept this. It’s yours!” I try to give him the box back but he refuses.

“Please accept it. It will look perfect on you,” Namjoon pleads, and after trying again to give it back but failing, I accept it. 

“Okay, Joon, thank you. It’s beautiful. Could you help me put it on?”

“Of course.” 

He takes it out gently and brings it in front of my neck. Fastening it carefully I look down at it. 

It fits perfectly.

‎♪ ooh, your necklace hanging from my neck

the night we couldn’t quite forget ‎♪

The party is dull. My parents compare me to my cousins, introduce me to tasteless men, and force me to talk to their judgmental friends. Luckily, Joon is there to help ease some of the pain. We last about an hour before leaving, saying we have ‘work to do on the design.’ To which my parents ignore. Oh well. Who cares? Not me.

Namjoon and I go to his house after (we always go to his house instead of my Air BnB because I said it feels more cozy). We collapse on the couch and laugh, thinking about our escapades at the party. Counting how many mini quiches my cousin ate, seeing how many chocolates we could sneak into Namjoon’s pocket. 

“Hey! Why don’t we do karaoke? That’ll be fun way to ring in Christmas!” Namjoon says excitedly. And he’s right. It is Christmas Eve after all.

“Okay,” I agree. And we move the coffee table and chairs and then plug in the machine. After a couple rounds we tire out and decide to just listen to the Christmas radio. Jingle Bell Rock comes on and I find myself pulling Namjoon up off the couch.

“C’mon Joon, dance with me!” He’s reluctant at first but eventually we find a rhythm, happy and free.

‎♪ when we decided, we decided

to move the furniture so we could dance ‎♪

White Christmas comes on and Namjoon grabs my hand and we start to slowly ‘waltz’ around the room (it’s mostly swaying). I feel my heart start to beat faster, my face flush.

‎♪ baby, like we stood a chance ‎♪

I can feel Namjoon’s body heat and force myself to look into his eyes. Those, caring, sweet, beautiful eyes. He looks back at me. Our faces are mere inches apart, and I slowly press my lips to his. He doesn’t pull away. 

‎♪ two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying ‎♪

~ 

I spend the night, wearing his clothes and sleeping next to him. We cuddle up and wake up together on Christmas morning. 

“Good morning beautiful,” Namjoon says in his deep morning voice.

I blush. 

“Good morning Joon,” I reply, trying to hide my face.

“Merry Christmas,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

“Merry Christmas. I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift,” I say, still thinking of what I could give him.

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. You are the best gift.”

‎♪ and I remember thinking 

are we out of the woods yet?

are we in the clear yet? ‎♪

~

December turns to April, four months of dating Namjoon. My parents are overjoyed, but I manage to ignore their suggestive comments and instead focus on the man himself. 

Valentine’s Day is a whole affair, Namjoon giving me the biggest bouquet of wildflowers, handpicked by him. And if that wasn’t enough, he also gifts me a whole bouquet of chocolate-covered strawberries (which he found out are my most favorite food ever). I get him a moon necklace that matches my North Star one, teasing, “Now we can be one of those cheesy couples who have matching necklaces.” 

On a muddy spring day in March we make a spontaneous trip to a neighboring town’s traveling carnival. After buying sugary cotton candy and popcorn, Namjoon and I try our hands at the games. We each win a stuffed animal for each other, me winning him a koala and him winning me a giant panda. Their names are Koya and James respectively. The carousel is fun, us holding hands like lovesick teenagers the entire time and (probably) annoying all the kids riding. At the end of the day Namjoon and I go on the Ferris wheel, kissing sweetly at the top beneath the velvet starry sky.

Namjoon makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever felt. My self esteem has definitely improved and my heart is constantly full. He treats me like a queen and I hope that I treat him like the king that he is. 

We go on cute dates around town. Coffee shop dates on rainy days, reading for hours on end at the library, feeding each other chocolate-covered strawberries at the park. Although, I think the best ones are either a simple afternoon at the beach or cuddling on the couch. 

We often dance together in his living room, two souls in their own world. Just like the day of the Polaroid picture (which he has up on his wall), I feel as though I’m in my own bubble of joy. 

‎♪ are we out of the woods yet?

are we in the clear yet? ‎♪

But not all good things last forever.

Talk of the future rarely come up, but when it does Namjoon is surprisingly avoidant of answering anything. I know that I have my job in the city, and I also know that he loves the beach and being away from crowds of people. How could this work? 

A particularly bad argument leads to me storming out, irritated that Namjoon doesn’t want to discuss our relationship after the school is finished. And with how far it’s progressing, it looks to be done in about a year. 

“Sweetheart, please. I’m not ready to talk about this yet because I don’t want to think about it,” Namjoon implores as I start to gather my things.

“You’re never ready. We have to talk about it someday, and I need to know about the future of us.” I’m so frustrated about this reoccurring disagreement, and this is a sign that it’s time for me to leave. “I’m leaving, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” His hand on my arm only further annoys me. 

“Sweets, please don’t leave. I just…have commitment issues. Forgive me, but thinking that far ahead makes me feel tied down. I just want to live in the moment,” he pleads.

I look into those dark eyes and see something vulnerable and raw in there. There’s a nagging voice in the back of my head that says to stay but I turn and go out the door. 

“Y/n!” 

‎♪ remember when you hit the brakes too soon? 

twenty stitches in a hospital room ‎♪

I get into my car and start driving in the downpour. I don’t know where I’m going,  but I do know that I need to get out of this town.

The rocky cliffs are jagged in the lightning and I angrily pump the gas once more. I see a shape dart out and try to hit the brakes. But I’m too slow. All I see is black as the world fades away.

‎♪ when you started crying, baby, I did too

but when the sun came up, I was looking at you ‎♪

I groggily open my eyes and the first thing I see is a body sitting in a chair. As I come to, I also notice curtains and an IV. I’m in a hospital.

“Y/n! Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I feel like it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let you leave I should’ve made you stay and you could’ve died…” 

Namjoon. 

He’s here.

I turn to look at him and smile weakly. 

“Joon, it’s okay. I’m okay.” 

Those words seem to break him and he comes and holds me close while sobbing.

‎♪ I was looking at you ‎♪

After he’s calmed down he tells me what happened. I hit a deer last night and had a concussion. After finding me and rushing me to the hospital I had to have twenty stitches (this probably isn’t accurate and I apologize). 

Namjoon tells me that my parents have come to visit but I wasn’t awake when they came. It’s now two pm.

“I’m so sorry. So so sorry. It was my fault and I shouldn’t have let you leave-“

“Namjoon.” I cut off his rambling, “You sound like a broken record. It’s okay. I’m okay. Can we talk about what happened before the accident?” I know it’s quick, but I need to know before another horrible happens.

I feel his hand tense before he says, “Sure.”

“Please, Namjoon, tell me why you have commitment issues. I want to know everything about you. Please tell me. I want to be with you, I want to stay with you, but we need to be able to trust each other. Trust me, Namjoon,” I beg, trying to understand.

‎♪ remember when we couldn’t take the heat? 

I walked out, I said “I’m setting you free” ‎♪

Namjoon casts his eyes down. 

“I’m sorry y/n…you deserve to know. I-I’ll do my best to explain it.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “The future used to be something I would obsess over, planned to the very last detail. I had a girlfriend that I dated all through college, and I truly thought that she was the one.” It doesn’t bother me that Namjoon had another girlfriend, but I’m surprised he didn’t tell me about her sooner.

 “She was a part of my future, but I suddenly found out that she’s been cheating. That changed everything. My whole future was thrown askew. It was then that I decided to live freely and not worry about the future because I didn’t know what was in store. To not be tied down and to be spontaneous,” Namjoon finishes.

‎♪ but the monsters turned out to be just trees ‎♪

It makes so much sense, why he wants to live this free life. I understand that his past girlfriend scarred him in many ways, and I don’t blame him for being nervous. But I still wish he would’ve told me all this.

“I understand Namjoon, and I’m sorry that happened to you. Why didn’t you tell me this before? I know we’ve only been dating for a couple months, but I feel that this is something important to share.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry. I should’ve told you all this. Do you think you could forgive me? I promise that I will try to be more open and think a little bit more about my future with you,” Namjoon vows.

“I will forgive you. Eventually. But we need to work on communication if we want this to work.” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Deal.” 

He leans over to kiss my cheek.

‎♪ when the sun came up you were looking at me ‎ ‎♪

And I let him. 

‎♪ you were looking at me ‎♪

~

Two years later

~ 

The beach is hardly crowded today, only a few people set up with their umbrellas. Which is surprising, since it’s the start of summer. I guess the tourist waves hasn’t hit yet. 

Joon carries a picnic basket in one hand and holds mine in his other. He says that he has a surprise date planned, but I don’t see much of a surprise because of the picnic basket. 

We decided that it was best to take things slow, build up trust within one another. While the school was being finished, we took time to relax and get to know each other a bit better. Joon opened up more and I listened and now I better understand him. After the school was done, we had a big talk about our future. 

I decided to quit my job and start my own architecture business in Tonjung, letting me live that CEO life while also being in Namjoon’s life. It’s a pretty successful corporation, as my main goal was to focus on smaller towns and help them. 

I also had a big talking to with my parents. I explained how I felt and tried to get them to listen and understand me. They still want grandchildren, but they’re a little more understanding now of how that may or may not happen.

Joon and I aren’t even married yet, let alone thinking about children. Right now, all I want to do is enjoy this picnic ‘surprise’ date that he’s set up.

“Here’s the perfect spot for the picnic,” Joon says, leading me to a place away from other people while also being shaded. So much for a surprise.

We spread the blanket out then open the basket. I instantly see the chocolate-covered strawberries that I adore so much and grab one to munch on. 

“You and your strawberries,” Joon says fondly, shaking his head at me. 

“Hey, what can I say, I love them,” I mumble with my mouth full. 

Joon laughs and I see those dimples of his pop out. That grin still never fails to make me have butterflies. 

“And I love you.” He kisses the top of my head. 

We enjoy the picnic and as we’re packing up Joon stops me. 

“Wait, y/n, I have the surprise.” 

I look at him questioningly as he pulls out a tiny box. 

Then he gets down on one knee.

I start to go teary-eyed. 

“Choi y/n, I know this isn’t a cherry blossom proposal from Business Proposal-“

I laugh at that, thinking about that evening.

“-but I hope this is just as special. You are the most talented, smart, amazing, and gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. Even in high school you were already surpassing everyone else. I’m so lucky to call you my girlfriend. Thank you for putting up with me and for loving me as I am. You never fail to make me laugh and always make me feel better when I’m having a rough day. I trust you more than anyone and I love you more than you will ever know.”

I let the tears fall as Joon finishes.

“And with that, I ask you, Choi y/n, will you marry me?” 

Blinking, I answer the question.

“Yes.” 

‎♪ are we out of the woods yet?

are we out of the woods yet?

are we out of the woods yet?

are we out of the woods? 

are we in the clear yet? 

are we in the clear yet?

are we in the clear yet? 

in the clear yet, good ‎♪

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