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darkjimxn · 2 days

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Chapter 5: Dodgeball

Summary: Elitist Academy is exactly what it sounds like: an academy that focuses on teaching students from elite classes of the magic community. When Y/N is thrown into the academy to learn alongside 8 men, she realises she’ll have to learn to work with them, whether she likes it or not.

Pairing: Reader x OT7 (Choose Your Own)

Genre: Magic School au, mystery, angst

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: domestic abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses

A/N: Exams are finally over, so here's an update. Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @florabloomgirly @shawtylilsalty

Your gaze stayed fixed on the man before you, hunched over as he cradled his bruised jaw with one hand. Was this what Principal Park had meant when he had said the Academy wasn’t entirely safe? You had assumed that he had been referring to secret abductions in the middle of the night or underlying schemes being formulated in the shadows.

Not outright attacks being done in the centre of the main hall while the morning’s sunlight still shone brightly.

You paused as the sound of expensive dress shoes striking against the marble floor echoed around the hall, each step slow and confident to reveal someone entering through the same doors the guy a few metres away from you had stumbled through just a few seconds earlier.

You would have ignored whoever it was and walked over to the guy still crouched on the floor, but at the last second your gaze caught onto a few strands of dark purple, causing your head to snap towards him in shock.

Jimin’s brother paused at the doorway, scanning the main hall nonchalantly with those familiar occult red eyes. Even without the dimly lit atmosphere and dark shadows he seemed just as menacing as he had last night. The only difference was that now you could just barely pick up on an underlying anger lurking behind the nonchalant facade.

His gaze flickered to you for a moment, taking in your standing form beside the Tree of Life, before it ultimately fell on the guy on the floor.

At the sight of Jimin’s brother the guy pushed himself off the ground quickly with wide eyes and hands hovering upwards in a sign of surrender.

Wait… was he the one that was doing this?

As if to answer your question, Jimin’s brother walked over to him and grabbed his collar with a gloved hand, dragging him with it until he slammed him against the nearest wall.

The main hall began to fill with students from the dining hall, all of whom seemed curious, and clearly entertained, by the current state of events. They all made sure to give the two a wide area of space though, evidently making sure they wouldn’t get involved.

Typical.

You didn’t know if you wanted to get involved either. There was that feeling back in your chest, the one of elation whenever you watched men fight each other; whenever they decided to inflict pain on their own rather than on you. You knew it was wrong to feel that way, your hate didn’t blind you that much, but you still couldn’t seem to help yourself.

Come on, don’t be a monster Y/N, you thought with a sigh.

You forced yourself to take a step towards the two, opening your mouth to reluctantly stop whatever was going on, but then paused as you suddenly recognised who Jimin’s brother had pinned to the wall.

Wasn’t that the guy that had bullied Seokjin yesterday? What was his name… Jihoon?

“Look man,” Jihoon said, hands still up in surrender as Jimin’s brother held his collar, “I don’t understand what I did! Please just let me go, I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Oh?” Jimin’s brother grinned, a devilish glint in his eyes that did not match his calm tone, “not so tough now, are we?”

His gaze dropped to the bruise on Jihoon’s jaw, which was now turning an ugly shade of purple, “that’s disappointing, I was expecting a good fight.”

You watched Jihoon cower a bit when his gaze raised to meet his once again, “you want me to leave you alone?”

“Y-yes,” Jihoon answered, so quickly that you almost felt bad for him. Jimin’s brother nodded slowly, clearly relishing in his fear.

“Okay, but only on one condition.”

Jimin’s brother leaned forward to whisper something in his ear, but to your surprise, Jihoon seemed to freak out at the action. His head immediately jerked backwards, causing it to hit against the wall behind him roughly. A pained groan escaped his lips.

You narrowed your gaze at the excessive reaction. You knew Jihoon was a coward the second you had caught him preying on Seokjin, but still… Jimin’s brother had only leaned forward. Was Jihoon really that scared of him?

Jimin’s brother ignored the reaction, waiting for him to stop groaning over his head, before he leaned forward once again and whispered something near his ear. You felt everyone strain their ears to try and listen to his words, but they were spoken much too low for anyone, including you, to hear.

His words elicited another reaction from Jihoon, but this time it was more of a shocked response than a frightened one.

“You what?!” He said incredulously, his hands dropping to his sides.

But one withering glare from Jimin’s brother suddenly had him nodding instantly, “wait- okay! Okay, I swear!”

“Great,” Jimin’s brother grinned with fake amusement for a moment before it dropped.

“Now get lost.”

Jihoon scrambled away from him the second he was freed, half running through the front doors of the academy. It was almost comical the way Hannah, the blonde foreigner that had been with him yesterday, ran after him while calling his name. The two definitely made for an interesting pair, you’ll give them that much.

You looked back at Jimin’s brother, only to find him already walking out of the hall without another word. His expression was far from the amused cocky bastard from last night, this time filled with hidden rage that you questioned. You distantly wondered what Jihoon could have possibly done to make him so angry.

“Cheonsa,” a voice behind you stated suddenly.

You turned around to find an unfamiliar girl standing next to you, dressed in the same Elitist Academy uniform as your own. Similar to Hannah she was also a foreigner, but her dark brown hair was pulled into short braids under her maroon cap while her light brown skin stood out against her cream-coloured collar.

“Sorry, what?” You asked, unsure of what she had just said.

While the students that had stayed to watch the spectacle began making their way to their classes, she just continued to stand beside you and stare at the door in which Jimin’s brother had disappeared behind, “the guy that just practically beat up Jihoon, his name is Park Cheonsa.”

“Cheonsa?” You repeated, tilting your head slightly, “that’s an… odd name.”

The word itself translated to ‘angel,’ but you’d never actually heard anyone use it as a name before. The irony of someone like him being named angel was also not lost on you.

“He’s the principal’s son, which is why he can get away with acting out like that. I’d be careful around him if I were you.”

You almost snorted, but held yourself back at the last minute so that you didn’t come off as rude. Everyone in this academy had rich parents that allowed them to act however they wanted, it was practically a requirement in order to get into the school.

Still, it was sweet of her to give you a warning anyway.

You gave her a smile, “thanks for the warning… I guess. What’s your name?”

“Oh right!” She breathed with an embarrassed smile, “I almost forgot, I’m Amelia!”

“Y/N,” you offered, “it’s nice to meet you, Amelia.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Y/N, you’re really nice,” she said, then added shyly, “it’s been kind of hard to find nice people in this Academy.”

You regarded her for a moment, contemplating her words. She must have been from one of the more lower class families. In a place where everyone was rich, the students treated each other based on how rich their families were. So while Amelia was far from worrying about when her next meal would be, she and the students like her were probably taking the brunt of the bullying in this place.

It was a sad truth, one that had you sympathising with her.

“People can be real jerks, I totally get it,” you agreed, offering her another smile, “but if it means anything, you can always consider me a friend. Only if you’d like to, of course.”

To your surprise, Amelia frowned, “that’s very kind of you, but… if you’re seen with me, won’t they start targeting you as well? I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, a light chuckle escaping your lips before you could stop yourself, “you don’t have to worry about that, I’ll be fine.”

You were sure word must have gotten out by now about who you were. Whether it was regarding your ability or the identity of your parents, either piece of information would be more than enough to protect you from any kind of bullying.

“Besides,” you continued, giving her a dramatic frown, “I don’t even have any friends. You’re really going to let me die of loneliness?”

Amelia just laughed, shaking her head at you, “I didn’t realise your life was on the line here. In that case, how can I say no?”

With a smile, you checked the time on your phone, noticing that your class was about to start soon, “I have class right now, so I need to get going. Maybe we can meet up during break?”

“Really?” Amelia said, almost in surprise, as her expression brightened at the offer, “of course, I would love to!”

You nodded, “great, I’ll see you later in that case.”

You started to turn around, feeling bad that you couldn’t stay and talk to her for longer since you knew being late to class wasn’t going to do your grades any favours, but was stopped when Amelia suddenly placed her hand on your shoulder at the last second, as if she had needed to work up the courage to do it.

“Hey, listen…” She started hesitantly, “before you go, I just wanted you to know that I’ll stand up for you if people start treating you badly because of me. I’m not the type to just watch a friend suffer silently.”

You smiled at her thoughtfulness. Obviously it was too early to tell, but you had a feeling that Amelia was going to become a pretty close friend after today. Or maybe that was just something you wanted to happen and you were projecting. Either way, you had no issues with getting closer to the sweet girl standing before you.

“You’re joking right?”

Namjoon stared at you incredulously, his eyes narrowing in that way that always seemed to make whoever his target was at that moment feel like they had a baseball for a brain. Hell, it used to make you feel like the dumbest person on Earth until you finally stopped letting it get to you.

You were sitting in the same History of Magic 101 class as yesterday, except the size of the class had evidently decreased. Instead, the lecture hall was now only filled with 8 other students, male students, aside from yourself, just as Principal Park had explained.

“The ability to control magic was completely absent during the Mesozoic era,” Namjoon continued to insist, crossing his arms over his chest.

You sat back in your chair, mimicking his action with a raised brow, “tell that to the dinosaur bones that were recently discovered to have traces of magic in them.”

He scoffed, “humans are the only species with the ability to influence magic, so how could this ability have existed when humans didn’t?”

Making sure to keep your gaze on Namjoon, you focused on your peripheral vision to study Ms. Kari, who was standing on the podium. To your delight, you noticed her hands placed frustratedly on her hips as she gave both you and Namjoon a look mixed with exhaustion and irritation.

“And how do you know dinosaurs couldn’t control magic back then?” You questioned, focusing back on the man sitting a few seats away from you to goad him further, “it would explain the traces of magic found in their bones.”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Cheonsa throw his head back in a muted groan before propping himself forward on his hands with a sigh. The rest of the class looked back and forth between the two of you, whether invested in the debate or confused by it you didn’t know.

“The magic in their bones could have come from anywhere!” He argued, “it could have been absorbed from their surroundings or simply remnants of life magic from when they were still alive! Today’s animals lack the ability to influence magic, therefore it’s likely that the dinosaurs were the same.”

“Not necessarily,” you shot back, “perhaps dinosaurs became extinct due to their ability to influence magic while animals today survive only because they cannot? You ever heard of selective pressures, Namjoon?”

“Then what about-”

“This is the fourth time you both have broken into an argument after I asked a simple question to the class,” Ms. Kari finally spoke, interrupting Namjoon with a scowl, “I understand that you two seem to already have extensive knowledge on the class material, but these outbursts are disrupting my teaching.”

“If they don’t stop, I will have to start taking more severe action,” she threatened, making sure to look both you and Namjoon in the eye, “is that understood?”

Namjoon gave you one last look before turning to face Ms. Kari once again, “yes, Ms. Kari.”

“It won’t happen again,” you added.

But you lied.

It was definitely going to happen again.

If Principal Park wasn’t going to switch your cohort, then you were just going to have to take matters into your own hands. See, if you were to keep causing disruptions in class, Ms. Kari would eventually have to take it up with the Principal. And since Principal Park would have to take action, but can’t kick you out of the school, he would have no other choice but to switch your class. He’d probably switch you to private tutoring, which you were no stranger to.

All you had to do was argue with Namjoon a few times per class, which was beyond easy considering Namjoon’s unlimited ego and his constant need to prove himself right all the time.

If everything went as planned you’d be out of here by the end of the week.

But until then, you’d have to survive your classes the way they were at the moment.

So you did.

The rest of the class went smoothly for the most part, aside from a couple more small arguments you started between yourself and Namjoon, until the bell rang and everyone began making their way to the next class.

You walked into the women’s dressing room, making sure to lock it before beginning to change out of your uniform. Your next class was physical education, which required you to slip into your academy-issued gym clothes. The gym uniform consisted of a white, fitted short-sleeve t-shirt that had been tailored to your exact specifications and loose red shorts that ended just below your mid-thigh. You decided to also pull on the matching red zip-up sweater, with the gold emblem printed on the lapel unlike the formal uniform, wishing that it would protect you from more than just a chilly breeze.

You fixed your hair up into a ponytail as you walked out of the dressing room and started making your way out of the academy. The physical education class was to be held in the field in front of the school, so you stepped onto the grass reluctantly while scanning the area.

The guys had already arrived, each of them wearing the same uniform you were while lounging around or just casually chatting with one another as they waited for the Professor to arrive. Some had opted to wear the sweater while others had chosen to discard theirs haphazardly at the edge of the field.

You chose to stand off to the side, unable to stop yourself from sulking a bit at not having anyone to talk to. It sucked to be in a class full of men, but you reminded yourself that you just had to wait it out for one week. Then, hopefully, your plan would grant you some form of peace.

Too in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Yoongi had walked up to you until he was standing right beside you with his arms crossed over his chest. He stood for a moment, completely unnoticed by you until he suddenly spoke.

“Stop that.”

You turned to him, gaze unintentionally falling on the black patch covering his left eye. It came as a surprise to you that he had approached you and started up a conversation considering he didn’t seem like the type to enjoy talking to others.

“Stop what?” You replied, turning your face away to study the field once again.

“You’re practically burning holes through everyone’s head with your glare,” he commented, “stop it, it’s annoying.”

You scoffed. What was up with this guy and always trying to tell you what to do? Maybe Jungkook was right and he really was some creep that was into that or something.

“If it bothers you so much, you can always just go away,” you said.

You could feel his gaze boring into the side of your head, making you shift uncomfortably before you turned to glare at him. He only titled his head slightly.

“You know,” he started, “Namjoon told us about your obvious hate towards our gender. Care to explain the reasoning behind such strong feelings?”

“No.”

He narrowed his eye, opening his mouth to probably prod you further, but to your relief you noticed the Professor stepping onto the field.

He was a tall guy, maybe one of the tallest men you’d ever seen, and dressed in a dark grey tracksuit and black dress shoes. The zip of his jacket was pulled down halfway to reveal a white collared shirt and a neatly-made maroon tie. Everything about him seemed neat. His dark brown hair was trimmed and brushed tidily to the side while his gleaming black framed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

Without another glance towards Yoongi, you made your way towards the Professor alongside the other guys. You all formed a ring around him, waiting for him to start the class.

“This is Physical Education 101,” he said gruffly, “I’m Professor Son, but you will only refer to me as sir. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir!” You all exclaimed, and you couldn’t help but feel like you had joined the military.

“Now I know what most of your old high school Phys Ed classes must have looked like,” he said, eyeing each and every one of you, “they were seen as a break from studying, usually a period to waste time and have fun.”

“But from now on you can forget those days, because moving forward this class will take everything out of you. It will be merciless, just like the real world, so you’ll learn to suck it up, and hopefully, by the end of it, you’ll make something of yourselves.”

Mr. Son rested a hand over his hip as the other stroked his chin in thought.

“Since today’s your first day, I’ve decided we’ll play a game of dodgeball,” he said. Then, as if a thought just occurred to him, he suddenly began to laugh, “hope you survive enough for your next class.”

There was something… scary about his laugh. While Cheonsa’s laugh had sounded like a warning, his just sounded cruel. But you were only playing dodgeball, how bad could it be?

When he finally let his laugh subside, Mr. Son waved a hand around, “now get into two teams, you’re old enough to do it on your own.”

At his words, everyone hurried to place themselves into a group as quickly as possible. Mr. Son was clearly one of the mean teachers, and no one wanted to get on the bad side of a teacher that already had it out for you.

Since none of the guys really knew each other that well, the groups formed pretty much based on how close to each other everyone was standing. In a matter of seconds, groups of four students had formed on either side of you.

The only issue was that you had been standing mostly in the middle of the two, making you hesitate for a moment. With the groups already being equal, and you standing directly in the middle of them, you didn’t know which one you were meant to go into. But under Mr. Son’s scrutinising eye, you quickly shuffled over to the group on the right, barely paying attention to who was in that team.

You unintentionally ended up standing next to Jungkook, who gave you a grin. He was one of the guys who had decided to discard the zip-up sweater and instead wore only the white, short-sleeve shirt with his red shorts. Under the sunlight you could make out an athletic, but toned, body, the thin material doing a poor job of hiding his prominent muscles.

“You have a good eye, Y/N,” he said as Mr. Son turned away from the groups, “you’ve skillfully chosen the winning team, congratulations.”

Your gaze strayed from him to study the rest of the group. It was annoying that you had ended up in the same group as Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi, and of course Jungkook. But then again, joining the other group would have meant being teammates with Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Cheonsa, who were equally annoying. Basically it was a lose-lose situation either way.

To your left Hoseok, who was on the other team, snorted, but his expression was humorous, “sorry, what was that? Did you say the losing team? Because if so you’d be right.”

��In your dreams maybe,” Jungkook laughed, only for Mr. Son to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, leave the trash talking for the actual game,” he said as he brought out his wand and directed it towards the centre of the field. A neat line of dodgeballs appeared from thin air, bright red and soft-looking under the sun.

“Though we’ll see how much you’ll feel like talking soon enough. Now get in position.”

The two teams immediately separated, walking to either side of the field before crouching over the white line outlining its edge. You opted to crouch beside Jimin, who gave you a quick thumbs up before refocusing on the dodgeballs in the centre of the field.

Even though you didn’t care much about winning a stupid game of dodgeball, you couldn’t help but study the other team anyway. Hoseok seemed the most into it as he called out suggestions to the rest of his team for reaching the dodgeballs before everyone else, while Cheonsa just rolled his eyes at the effort. Beside him Taehyung seemed just as apathetic, but he seemed to at least be a little less apparent about it. Seokjin, on the other hand, seemed like he wanted to be anywhere except here.

The difference in attitude between Hoseok and his team was almost laughable.

The nine of you watched Professor Son walk alongside the sidelines of the field until he paused beside the line of dodgeballs. He brought out his phone, seemingly checking something, before he faced you all once again.

“The game begins at the sound of the whistle,” he announced, earning him a few nods.

“Three,” he began to count, “two”

“One.”

Mr. Son suddenly brought his wand upwards, flicking his wrist so that it rounded into a circle in the air. Not even half a second later the sound of a shrill whistle cut through the silence, as clearly as if someone had blown into one right beside your ear.

“Begin!”

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writersrealmbts · 8 months

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We Could Be: Part 32 (Shrunk)

Description: In a world of magic, mortals, and immortals; seven souls are brought together, blah blah blah, It was their desire to show Seokjin just what “We Could Be”. Now if only the government would stop trying to mess with them.

Posting Date: 09/02/2023

Wordcount: Shrunk (1,560)

Tags: Magic Au, Ot7 bts, werewolves, werecats, vampires, nymphs, magic users, etc.

Previous. Next.

Yoongi felt uncomfortable in his own skin, and he was craving milk, and everything just felt weird. He also really, really wanted his mom.

He snuggled closer to the warmth, grumbling about waking up and how he wanted to sleep for another decade.

The warmth chuckled at him. “Could you stop kneading my chest? Feels weird.”

Yoongi stilled, about to object.

But no.

He had been.

Why had he been doing that?

He groaned and opened his eyes, blinking blearily.

Why did the world seem so big? Continue Reading on Ao3…

Previous. Next. Ot7 Stories Masterpost

Tagging: @park-jimin-isnt-real

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btsgreyvibes · 2 years

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Ughhhh I got the idea of Shima Enaga familiar Jungkook and his witch Namjoon being wooed by the others in my head and now it won't leave me alone.

Shima Enaga Jungkook is incredibly soft and small as a familiar. A rare type and an indicator of how powerful Namjoon is. Namjoon owns a very popular magic shop.

Jungkook can often be found sleeping in the hood of Namjoon's hoodies or in pockets. He likes to nest in Namjoon's hair, little feet clinging to the strands as he watches everything. Namjoon puts up little rope ladders and netting around the store so Jungkook can climb his way up if he wants, ivy and branches happily reaching down to help the little bird if he finds himself stuck.

He can't fly well due to past injury. His right wing doesn't extend right anymore, the feathers look different than the rest of his body and if you look close enough you could see scars. He keeps the wing tucked in tight and uses the left for everything from keeping his balance to gesturing to things.

He likes to walk around the store. Little stick legs going full speed as he goes from one side to the other or doing little hops that makes everyone coo.

He peeps until people follow him if he knows they need help finding something, tugs on shoelaces when he wants to be picked up, and will carefully climb up shelved until he reaches what he wants. He even helps people check out sometimes, ignoring their surprise as he carefully shifts the coins around with his beak to count them before pushing them off behind the counter into a basket Namjoon leaves out for this exact reason.

He likes to be put in the window when it rains. One of the big windows up front has a little ledge full of trinkets and a woven basket stuffed with small, soft cuts of fabric. He sits there and watch the rain, occasionally chirping a greeting out to the people coming in.

Namjoon is an amazing witch, skilled and powerful enough to be of assistance for almost everything. Sometimes he loses customers though because of Jungkook, because he let his familiar get hurt. Even though familiars are notoriously protective and possessive, very likely to take injury instead of letting their witch risk it.

Namjoon 'should' have known better, aka should have been a better witch.

He doesn't argue with those people. Namjoon waited a long time to meet Jungkook and then he let the familiar get hurt. He's learning to live with that even though the guilt eats away at him sometimes. It wasn't his fault though and Jungkook will attack anyone who says otherwise.

The other 5 are customers. Quickly becoming enamored with the witch, their own magic curling out to brush against his every time they see him.

Jungkook isn't please when they flirt with Namjoon the first time, standing up from his spot in Namjoon's hair and working his way the front and peeping unhappily the whole time.. It doesn't help that they're all cooing over him while Namjoon looks done with everything. He pecks Taehyung when he can't help but reach out, little beak barely big enough to be a pinch.

They've never been side eyed by a bird before but Jungkook slowly warms up to them as time passes. Even letting them help him up or down from spots and eventually clinging to them like he does Namjoon. Sitting on Seokjin's shoulders, in the hood of Yoongi's jacket, in Taehyung's hair, the pockets of Hoseok's sweats and Jimin's hat.

If they plan on courting Namjoon than they also have to win over Jungkook, which wouldn't be an issue but Jungkook doesn't shift. Like ever. They've been visiting the shop for months and still have no idea what Jungkook looks like. Don't get them wrong, they adore the little bird but they want Namjoon to be a part of their cover, they want Jungkook to be a part of their coven.

Witches age differently than normal humans. Namjoon is older than some of them but far from actually being the oldest of their group. Jungkook is young, he hasn't even hit 50 years yet and now he'll live as long as Namjoon since they've bonded.

They could treat that as the main reason Namjoon is so protective of the familiar but there's more to it. A desperation to it that makes them protective of the two without knowing why and fretting over Jungkook almost as much as Namjoon.

It takes time but they get the story. They get told about a young Namjoon so happy to finally have a familiar and Jungkook so innocent and hopeful. Namjoon says they should have paid more attention. That he should have watched over Jungkook better, should have been better but he was young. Rare familiars are worth millions and Jungkook was very rare. They had already bonded but bonds could be broken and reformed. It was risky, more times than not the familiar dying from the stress but people were greedy and willing to risk it.

A group of people took Jungkook, they got close to Namjoon and once they thought they could get away with it they made their move. They tried to break the bond and it almost killed Jungkook. The whole thing ended better than it could have but it left Namjoon overly anxious and Jungkook with a lame wing.

The 5 take a moment to hope Namjoon was vengeful and everyone involved with hurting Jungkook was killed. Hurting a familiar is a huge and unforgivable crime, punishable by whatever the witch of said familiar deems fit.

It's easier to deal with the residual pain as a bird. The wound itself had healed but it left behind heavy scarring and lingering pain. The scaring on his human form was extensive and Jungkook got self conscious of it being so visible.

Namjoon's reluctance to fully let the others in and allow them to court he and Jungkook suddenly makes sense and they're even more determined to win the witch and his familiar over.

Eventually they get to meet Jungkook. Human Jungkook.

One day a young witch and their cat familiar visit the stop, neither one necessarily doing anything wrong but something is heavy in the air. The cat keeps watching Jungkook while the witch looks around. Jungkook sits on the edge of the counter overlooking everything, occasionally giving a little chirp in greeting when some of the younger ones walk by.

They should have done something, should have realized what was going to happen before it did but familiars aren't victims to their instincts. The cat should have acknowledged Jungkook as another familiar and moved on.. but it didn't.

The cat jumps up and just manages to swipe Jungkook with his paw. It's enough to pull him off the ledge. It's enough for a little blood to bead up on snow white feathers. It's enough that Jungkook tries to catch himself and everyone can clearly see one wing doesn't work right, doesn't help him slow down at all.

He hits the ground with a little thump and stays there.

No one even gets a chance to move before everything goes to hell.

The 5 manage to get everyone out quickly, snarling at the witch and the cat to never come back, and close the shop. Puddles soak into the floor and lightning still flashes up by the ceiling. Thunder rumbles a warning when they get close to Namjoon but settle back down into a soft hum. The shop is a mess, storms aren't meant to be contained in buildings after all, but that's not the pressing issue at hand.

Namjoon sits on floor, shaking and frantic as he stays hunched protectively over Jungkook. Big hands quivering but so careful as he brushes at the small beads of blood and carefully helps the familiar draw his wing back into its tucked position. He pulls Jungkook into his chest and curls up around him, breathing harshly and blinking back tears.

The next day someone else greets them at the store. He's incredibly pretty and quiet as he nervously tugs his oversized sweater over his hands. It takes them longer than they want to admit to realize who he is. And what a great example of magic at work because Jungkook is almost the exact opposite of his animal form.

They're smitten, especially after they get him to smile at them. Namjoon watches them like a hawk as they talk to him, more than ready to jump in and intervene if needed. Jungkook makes a small noise at him and noses at his neck briefly to get him to relax, Namjoon sinking into it and finally relaxing enough to enjoy all his favorite people together.

Happy ot7 ending of course.

I just needed to word barf my feelings about this really quick.

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btschooseafic · 9 months

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AO3 Recs

bloom bravely into me by embyr [completed]

jungkook x seokjin, baby! jimin, magic, modern fantasy, witches, fantasy discrimination, single parent au

as a human living in the witch district, seokjin is used to being treated badly. but then plant witch jungkook moves next door

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #ao3 #archive of our own #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #park jimin #jungkook x seokjin #seokjin x jungkook #jinkook #magic #modern fantasy #witches #single parent au #embyr

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jemshopes · 9 months

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Lost in the Meadow || yoonmin

--Yoonmin Prompt

--pianist yoongi

Moodboard made by: namjooningchar on twt

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im thinking… pianist yoongi who has an extremely vivd imagination. whenever he composes new music, it’s almost like he sees a story connected to it, playing out behind his eyes with each swell and lull of the piano keys beneath his fingers.

usually, he jots down the stories in a notebook and either forgets them or hardly thinks of them afterwards. it’s just a hobby of his, no big deal, not something he’s especially invested in, but nevertheless a part of his process while composing.

he’s tinkering idly at the piano one day when inspiration hits him and out pours a piece unlike anything he’s ever composed before. at times it’s sweet and idyllic, seeming to represent fields and trees: beauty in the summer. but during other parts it’s stormy and panicked, like the rolling, turbulent waves of an uneasy ocean. and amidst all this is a young man so angelic that yoongi can’t believe his own imagination conjured up such a thing.

he can’t let the image go even once the song is over and the images that came with it safely written in his notebook. it feels incomplete, like he only saw fragments of the whole story. the man had once sailed on a ship, once lived in a picturesque cottage surrounded by greenery and old trees. it’s not enough. yoongi wants more. yoongi wants him. mind, body and soul, he needs him.

and so he plays and he dreams and he writes frantically in his notebook, trying to piece together a story of which he’s only getting broken fragments each time he plays.

it doesn’t matter how many new songs he composes, now they all lead back to the young man.

images of him lying on his back in a field of flowers, of climbing a tree, of him naked, sprawled beneath someone yoongi cannot picture. he feels real, whole, a person. yoongi sees him cry and yoongi sees him rejoice. and he wants him. he wants him. he wants—

and just like that, one day, yoongi sits down at the piano, closes his eyes and breathes in a lungful of warm summer air so fragrant that at first he thinks he must have gone mad. earth is beneath him, grass tickling his fingers. bees buzz in the air. a dog barks.

and then he hears the most delicious sound of all: a laugh that was so dulled in his imagination compared to it’s sweetness when heard in person.

“excuse me, but what are you doing in my field? are you lost?”

he opens his eyes to try and answer, but he’s barely caught a glimpse of his surroundings before they’re melting into nothing and he’s back at the piano.

he tries numerous times to be able to see into whatever place he had been transported, but each time he opens his eyes to look, it fades.

it appears he can only go there when his eyes are closed, but his sight is a sacrifice he’s willing to make to be able to meet the man whose name he still doesn’t know.

so, one night he wraps a strip of dark cloth round his eyes and ties it tight.

he can only assume he’s stumbled into the young man’s world during darkness too. he’s not in the field this time and it’s not warm as he gropes his way along the brick wall of a house, searching for the door.

he’s shivering by the time he finds it and bangs until someone answers.

“oh, it’s you,” the man says, sounding puzzled and wary and curious. “wherever did you run off to the other day?”

“i cannot see,” yoongi replies, breathless, “so i can’t tell you where i went, only that i seem to have found my way back here. mightn’t i come in?”

he’s invited to stay for dinner, which is a challenge to eat with no sight, but where yoongi fails, the man is there to guide him.

he takes in the smell of the little cottage, the feel of the table’s sanded wood beneath his fingers.

that night the man makes a bed up for him by the hearth. and just as he’s bidding yoongi goodnight, yoongi realises:

“i never got your name.”

the man laughs gently. “jimin. my name is jimin.”

#bts #bts aus #yoongi #bts fanfic #min yoongi #magic #jimin #park jimin #yoonmin #yoonmin au #yoongi x jimin #piano #music #meadow #pianist

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drenix004 · 1 year

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cero

Los seres humanos, impulsados por el deseo de poder, poco a poco se fueron extinguiendo a causa de las constantes guerras por el control de Territorio; siendo la codicia la principal causa de su extinción como raza. Pero ellos no eran los únicos que habitaban la Tierra ademas de los animales.

Había Seres, conocidos como mágicos, Seres sobrenaturales que tiempo atrás solo fueron mitos y leyendas. Estos vieron desde las sombras como se fueron extinguiendo.

en poco tiempo Proclamaron nuevamente las tierras que Milenios atrás les pertenecían

Los mágicos se dividían en tres partes.

Los OXîs, Seres mágicos y cambia formas, hijos de una sola especie y de distintas razas y elementos. Estos representaban la mayor parte de la población.

Luego estaban los Eyârk, un grupo pequeño que estaba en el poder, eran lo más parecido a una corte judicial, seres conocidos por su naturaleza cruel y sangrienta. su procedencia era todo un misterio, son cazadores de una sola raza, los Xirabs, a la cual desprecian por su linaje impuro o mestizo.

En último estaban los híbridos, nacidos de dos especies diferentes, eran mejor conocidos Como Xirabs . Por su linaje impuro,Sus vidas estaban en constante peligro al ser considerados una amenaza. había muy poca información sobre estos seres debido a que se la pasaban huyendo de los Eyârk ya que, en muchas ocasiones, los que quedaban vivos eran capturados y usados como experimentos.

—no me vas a morder, Kim—gruñó exasperada por la insistencia del contrario.

Su paciencia se había ido a la mierda desde hace mucho tiempo, algo que la caracterizaba era su poca paciencia con cierto tipo de personas y el joven de tan solo cien años era una de esas personas.

—no te va a doler, Dalia—se le acercó, invadiendo su espacio personal. El dulce aroma de la joven llegó a sus fosas nasales, provocando en el un escalofrío placentero.

Él sabía que ella era su soulmate, lo sabía desde que la vio entrar por las puertas del palacio, y su olor se lo confirmaba.

Ella era de él.

Solo suya.

—vete a la mierda Namjoon—se alejó incómoda por la intromisión a su espacio personal—vete a joder a alguien más.

Le dio la espalda, queriendo largarse de ese lugar, tener un momento de tranquilidad sin tener que estar pendiente de que el maldito acosador de Namjoon estuviera cerca.

Namjoon sin poder contenerse más, se abalanzó sobre Dalia, mordiéndole el cuello. La contraria golpeó fuertemente al más alto cuando sintió que este le encajaba los colmillos; se separó bruscamente cuando dejó de sentir la presión en su cuello.

—¡idiota! —gritó frunciendo su ceño. Vio como Namjoon se relamía los labios, saboreando la sangre, su sangre. —¡Tu! ¡Hijo de la remil...

Se calló de repente cuando sintió un ardor de los mil demonios en su cuello.

La marca había quedado incompleta.

Para acabarla de joder, se escucharon gritos de horror por todo el lugar, ella y Namjoon corrieron en dirección a los gritos, quedando en segundo plano el asunto de la marca.

Llegaron a la entrada del palacio, viendo todo era un verdadero caos. Los Eyârk habían roto la barrera mágica que los protegía y mantenía ocultos. Los Xirabs corrían por todas partes, siendo asesinados y los que se salvaban terminaban siendo capturados para experimentos.

—tengo que ir por mi arco—Dalia retrocedió. Tenía que ayudar, no los podía dejar morir.

—¡No! —Namjoon agarró su muñeca, impidiendo que se fuera de su lado. No la quería lejos de él en esa masacre.

—¡mierda, suéltame! —forcejeó, para que este la soltara.

—¡Dalia! —le fémina se liberó de su agarre dándole una mordida a su mano, la joven desapareció de su campo de visión.

Namjoon, sabiendo que no la volvería a ver por un largo tiempo, suspiró, sintió algo fino y delgado en su mano; su vista se posó en la delgada pulsera plateada que había quedado en su mano cuando la joven se liberó. Recordó que ella cuidado esa pulsera con su vida así a qué él también lo haría, se prometió a si mismo que la encontraría.

Sin poder hacer nada más hizo aparecer una lanza, comenzó a matar la mayor cantidad de Eyârks que podía, mientras ayudaba a los suyos a escapar.

Las horas pasaron, y por fin la masacre había terminado, pero a cambio, todo el lugar quedó destruido. Namjoon miró con impotencia el Reino que sus difuntos padres habían construido con esfuerzo, sangre, sudor y lágrimas, ese hermoso lugar que lo vio crecer durante años, ahora estaba reducido en cenizas. Pero, ahora no tenía tiempo para lamentaciones, tenía que poner a su gente a salvo y para eso tendrían que desaparecer por el tiempo que fuera necesario, su prioridad ahora era ellos y solo ellos.

Comenzó a caminar con su gente hacia uno de los portales de emergencia para salir de aquel triste lugar. Namjoon fue el último en pasar dicho portal, mientras este se cerraba, dio una última mirada al palacio destruido.

Él se encargaría de recuperar lo que se había perdido ese día, volvería a construir el Reino, costara lo que costara. Quién se atreviera a volver a lastimar a su gente, sufrirían en la peor agonía posible, no tendría piedad por nadie. Si tendría que mancharse las manos de sangre por el Reino, lo haría sin duda alguna.

Pero, sobre todo, buscaría en cada rincón hasta encontrar a Dalia, buscaría debajo de las piedras con tal de encontrarla.

Si era necesario quemar el mundo para encontrarla, pues...

Que arda el mundo.

Dos almas se habían separado.

Una marca incompleta de por Medio.

Una promesa por cumplir.

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙓𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #alma gemela #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon x oc #bantangboys #black magic #hadas #brujas #park jimin #kim taehyung #soul mates #siren au #bts au fic #hibrido

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like-an-echo99 · 1 year

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jimin, the magician

"...Creating isn't more difficult than destroying, as the artists say. there's a joy that can only be found in molding the world to your heart's content. not even destroying can bring greater pleasure, but because of it nothing done can ever truly be undone.

creating and destroying are one and the same, but not in the way life and death are. we don't create and destroy at the same time. we find a new place for things, and when it's time to let them disappear, we disassemble them. that's something life and death don't have in common, that paint and canvas instead share. The dead can't be undone, it can only find itself piled up in technicolor in aseptic corridors filled with dreams, the same way it can also be found in a ditch among piles of different, equally dead things. Life and death aren't the same.

A discarded life is dead. The spark is lost into the chaos, not reabsorbed into the cosmos. Life, itself, is not death present, but death future. death is a promise that relief will come.

Such relief won't come to you through art. Art is futile in the sense that it will never have nor give the gift of true life. Still life is the closest thing to life dead matter can have. So paint with care, give death the liveliness we as humans so desperately want it to have. This semester, you will be-"

A raised hand, bracelets tinkling in the otherwise monologue-filled lecture hall. Its long blue shadow left wobbly stripes on students' faces, painted a darker shade on the sage green wall.

"Professor."

"Yes, Mister...?"

"Park, Professor. Park Jimin."

"Mister Park, do you have a question so poignant it can't wait until the end of the class?"

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed, long pale hair brushed against his sun kissed neck. Nobody would have noticed his anxiety hadn't the angel calling bells on his wrist jingled a little louder.

A deep inhale. A loud, steadying exhale.

Silence tense of unmet gazes and pursed lips.

"Yes, Professor. I do."

The woman sighed, an acid rasp in her up until then mellowed out voice.

"And what is it, then?"

As gasps of broken boredom echoed in the room, he let it happen.

Jimin's still raised hand blurred, and out it emerged, bright orange in the sunbeams.

"With all due respect,"–It lazed its way to the front of the class, delicate fins swaying in the air in watery slowness.– "I don't agree with you."

A goldfish.

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borathae · 9 months

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“They’ve seen the centuries come and go, watched empires rise and fall and witnessed the creation of society as it is today. And now you have fallen into their arms, showing them once again that change never stops.”

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Hurt and Comfort, Vampire!AU, Magic!AU, Polyamory!AU

“You change universities after moving towns. Your new university is an old, ancient building with secret tunnels and whispered ghost stories. There are two fraternities, which for some reason always seem to be in a quarrel. Alpha consisting of Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi. Handsome, porcelain skinned men, who act as if they are out of another century and for some reason everyone on campus seems to be scared of. And Sanguis consisting of Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok. Men with skin just as pale and their faces just as beautiful, who always wear sunglasses when it is light outside and who never seem to open their curtains. And for some peculiar reason you always find yourself in the middle of them….”

Pairing: OT7 x f.Reader with main Taehyung x f.Reader & Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, University!AU, Vampire!AU

《 To Book One 》

“When your endless game of hide and seek with Namjoon sends your little group all over Europe, you have to fight more than just vengeful witches and bloodthirsty demons. Different morals, beliefs and mindsets bring just as much struggle to your bond as your enemies. And soon you have to accept that the world you decided to live in is darker than you initially prepared for.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader & Jungkook x f.Reader + more as the story progresses

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Vampire!AU, Magic!AU

《 To Book Two 》

“You and your lovers visit The Plains, a magical realm created for the souls of witches and warlocks and home of your dear grandmother. She welcomes you with raspberry pie and tea. You come with many stories to tell and eager hands to help on her cottage. Golden sunlight, blue moonshine and green forests await you alongside early morning snuggles and late night kisses with your lovers.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook, Taehyung x Jungkook, platonic Yoongi x Taehyung

Genre: Magic!AU, Vampire!AU, Polyamory!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance, Smut, this is a spin-off meant to be read after the Duology

Progress: new chapters currently being posted each Wednesday

《 To the Spin-Off 》

#01 - What You Deserve [YG x JK]

#02 - The Piano Teacher [YG x OC]

#03 - Only For You ([YG x OC]

#04 - Mellifluous [TH x OC]

#05 - Safe Hands [YG x OC]

#06 - Rache [TH x JK]

#07 - Captured [YG x OC]

#08 - Illecebra [TH x OC]

#09 - How I Love You [YG x OC]

#10 - Stormy Nights [YG x OC]

#11 - Of Simpler Times [TH x JM]

#12 - Best Seat [YG x OC]

#13 - Deep [JK]

#14 - Painted Blue [TH x OC]

#15 - Drunk on You [YG x OC]

#16 - I Want Your Love Forever [YG x OC]

#17 - Between Friends [YG x HS]

#18 - Bed Head [JK x OC]

#19 - Don’t Tease Please [JK x OC]

#20 - Fade into You [YG x OC]

#21 - Rope Bunny [YG x OC]

#22 - Lavender Warmth [YG x OC]

#23 - The Scholar, The Princess and the Master [YG x OC x JK]

#24 - Picnics [YG x OC x JK]

#25 - Where Love Is [YG x OC]

#26 - Wake Up Call [YG x OC]

#27 - Devotion [TH x OC]

#28 - Bewitched [YG x OC]

#29 - wanna see myself inside you [JK x OC]

#30 - Princess Treatment [YG x OC]

#31 - Guilty Tears [TH x OC]

#32 - Moonlight & Campsites [YG x OC]

#33 - ILY [YG x OC]

#34 - Morning Hours [JK x OC]

#35 - Silly Fights [YG x OC]

#36 - Carefree [YG x TH]

#37 - Cozy Times [YG x OC]

#38 - Drive You Fucking Crazy [TH x OC]

#39 - FWB [HS x OC]

#40 - A Good Life [YG x OC]

#41 - Impatient [JK x TH]

#42 - Love Wins All [TH x OC]

#43 - Cozy [YG x OC]

#44 - Listen In [HS x JK x TH]

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sailoryooons · 7 months

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T R I C K O R T R E A T

presented by BTS Fantasy and Fangs

Celebrate this Hallows' Eve with legends told by our most esteemed ghouls. Enter worlds of the unknown and lose yourself in these tales. But beware: one might lose themselves in these hallowed stories.

Rating: Works range from SFW and NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.

Note: This collaboration features works written as general works and works that were assigned via a Secret-Santa style within the BTS Fantasy & Fangs server in which writers did not know who was gifting them a work!

LEGENDS COMING THROUGHOUT OCTOBER.

T R I C K S

☾ Title: Devil Town

☾ Pairing: Platonic OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: You take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything.

☾ Genre/AU: Autumn?? A lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff

☾ Rating: PG

as told by @park-jimin-isnt-real

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☾ Title: Handmaidens

☾ Pairing: OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: When the murder of handmaidens begin in Joseon, you are assigned to serve the throne – the seven imperial princes, sons of Lord Sihyuk. Despite your loyalty, your suspicions begin to rise about the killings. Can you escape the palace before it’s too late?

☾ Genre/AU: Joseon Era thriller/slasher

☾ Rating: TBD

as told by @eserethriddle

☾ Title: Have Mercy

☾ Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader | Alpha!Yoongi x Reader | Demon!Jimin x Alpha!Yoongi

☾ Summary: As a crossroads demon, Jimin is no stranger to vile creatures. Summoned once more, Jimin is surprised to find one of the purest souls asking for his help. Not only does he accept her deal, but while watching over her, Jimin finds himself falling for the very soul he is meant to devour. Eager to confess, Jimin summons the sweet soul only for his plan to turn sour when someone far more evil finds her alone.

☾ Genre/AU: Angst | Smut | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU | A/B/O AU

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @sweetestofchaos

Title: The One who Saved Us All

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: It's the annual Halloween celebration in Seoul, where everyone from different walks of life get together and celebrate the history of the Vidyadhara. But when someone decides to cause some trouble, Seokjin's best-kept secret comes to life.

Genre/AU: Halloween, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Disaster?

Rating: Maybe M to MA 15+

as told by @quirkybtsarmy

☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be

☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader

☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut

☾ Rating: m (18+)

☾ Summary: You aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man.

You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are.

But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want.

as told by @caelesjjk

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T R E A T S

☾ Title: Blessed With A Curse

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them. OR When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

as told by @sweetestofchaos for @jessikahathaway

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☾ Title: Bump In The Night

☾ Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: The dark can be scary; full of strange, unseen things. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your fear, the lights go out, and you face the reality that you were always right—you should fear the dark and especially what’s waiting in it.

☾ Genre/AU: Monster Under The Bed, Horror/Thriller, Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: MA

as told by @colormepurplex2 for @minisugakoobies

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☾ Title: Carmen

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!Taehyung

☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous.

☾ Genre/AU: Supernatural, Vampires, Smut

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @sailoryooons for @gimmethatagustd

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☾ Title: Fledgling

☾ Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon

☾ Summary: Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.

☾ Genre/AU: Vampire AU, horror, smut

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @theharrowing for @sweetestofchaos

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☾ Title: Love As Soft As a Distant Star

☾ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Min Yoongi | Park Jimin

☾ Summary: You didn’t mean to fall in love with your husband and fellow Witches’ Councilmember Yoongi, but here you are: in love. (How gauche and not the thing. You’re co-workers, not lovers.) It’s particularly inconvenient since he is in love with someone else.

☾ Genre/AU: Witch AU, arranged marriage AU

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @vyduan for @colormepurplex2

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☾ Title: Lose Your Head

☾ Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader

☾ Summary: As a constable’s assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that you’d hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...

☾ Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Smut, Romance. Rating: 21+

as told by @jessikahathaway for @/sailoryooons

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☾ Title: The Love Witch

☾ Pairing: witch!yoongi x demon!taehyung

☾ Summary: Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously.

☾ Genre/AU: fantasy, strangers to lovers, fake dating (kinda), light angst, smut, fluff, humor

☾ Rating: 18+

as told by @gimmethatagustd for @theharrowing

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☾ Title: Passage

☾ Pairing: Captain!Yoongi x Dracula!Jimin

☾ Summary: For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none he’s ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist.

☾ Genre/AU: horror, supernatural, angst, smut, Dracula!AU

☾ Rating: M(18+)

as told by @minisugakoobies for @vyduan

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Disclaimer: This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.

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chateautae · 1 year

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cherry blossoms | pjm. (m)

banner by the uber talented jen @itaeewon !!

➵ summary: despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the school’s chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic university’s top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of art—fucking.

➵ pairing: mentor!jimin x chancellor’s daughter!reader

➵ genre: magic!au, university!au, student/mentor!au, bit of mutual pining, sexual angst, absolute porn but with some plot :]

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 12k

➵ warnings: swearing, loads of bickering, delicIOUS angst, sexual tension, pining hehe, explicit sexual content, dom!jimin, making out, sir kink!!, praising ♥, slight body worship, biting, marking, sooo much breast play/fondling, scratching, dirty talk, finger-fucking, cum-tasting, oral (f. recieving), unprotected public sex (nobody sees themm and pls be smarter), sex in the rain, rough sex, multiple orgasms <3

➵ a/n: so sorry for the delay on this loves!! i’m in the middle of finals and working as well so things are hectic, but i hope you enjoy this little jimin fic i’ve had in mind for so long!! please excuse mistakes as I did not have a beta. as always, your feedback in appreciated <3

"Dad, you have to let me out of these lessons!"

"Y/N, you know I'm not going to do that."

Grumbling, you followed after your father into his stuffy office. Grandiose, far too cluttered, and decorated with ridiculous magical items far too eclectic for your taste. This space only heightened your concern for your father’s sanity. He could hardly remember where he placed his glasses in here; there’s no way he’s sensible enough to justify keeping you in these hellish lessons.

“Dad, please. I know you said Mr. Park is a good fighter but that’s not what I need. I need somebody to teach me about my magic, not show me how to throw a punch.”

Your father grievously sighed, taking a tired seat behind his desk. “Honey, being able to use magic comes from our ability to fight, to defend ourselves and protect our friends. What Jimin is teaching you is exactly what you need.”

“But he sucks, dad!” You wailed, stomping your foot. You didn’t care how bratty you sounded despite being a full-grown woman, there was nothing you despised more than waltzing into that practice room and having your dignity stripped from you. Jimin was too damn ruthless; he didn’t understand the concept of baby steps and refused to comprehend gentler forms of teaching—he was a nightmare.

“He’s a goddamn menace, dad. I swear I’ll die before I learn how to use these dumb powers.” You made a show of opening your palm and letting your sorry-assed cherry blossoms dance over your fingers, flashing your father an irritated look.

He furrowed his thick brows before leaning forward on his desk, peering at you seriously. “Do you mean to say he’s not treating you right, Y/N?”

Sensing his over-protectiveness, you shut him down. “No, dad. He treats me fine, it’s just… it’s hard, okay? His lessons are too hard. I feel like I’m not learning anything and just making a fool out of myself. You have to get me somebody else.”

“Y/N, honey, I wish I could tell you there was an easier option, but there isn’t.” He stressed as kindly as possible, flipping open his tattered book of spells. He attempted to locate his reading glasses as he spoke—yeah, he’s certainly not sane enough. “Your powers are just unique and they require more specialized training in order to reach your full potential.”

“That sounds like a really sugar-coated way of saying they basically suck.” Your tone oozed bitterness, folding your arms with a huff. Your father exhaled despondently, meeting your gaze with sympathy.

“Your powers don’t suck, honey. You know our magic is just a manifestation of our personas, and you’ve inherited your mother’s Earth element. Your cherry blossoms are beautiful powers we don’t see in generations, you should be more proud of them.”

“Please, dad. You have lava as a goddamn power and mom can literally make hurricanes, how are cherry blossoms even close to that?”

Your father shook his head in disappointment, rising from his seat to address you sternly. “Y/N, the only reason your powers aren’t strong is because you keep putting yourself down and undermining your ability. You need to stop that, and Jimin’s training will help you if you try. I truly believe he’ll draw out the best of your abilities.”

Even if you contended he was right, your stubbornness won over, still pissed about this unjust kerfuffle you’ve suffered ever since your birth. Why did you have to be born with such shitty powers? Why did you have to train ten times harder than everyone else? Why were you subjected to brutal lessons that didn’t teach you a lick of anything?

Consumed by rage, your features furrowed with anger, words laced with a cutthroat tone. “Fine, but if I actually die or end up getting horribly injured, then it’ll be your fault, dad.”

Before he could respond, you stormed off, making sure you slammed the door of his office before disappearing into the hall.

“Again.”

Rolling your eyes where he couldn’t see, you replicated the exact sequence Jimin showed you earlier, focusing all your power into your hits and punches. On the last blow, the dummy actually tipped over, clattering on the ground with a thud. Your face lit up instantly—you’ve never done that before.

“Holy shit!” You cheered, facing Jimin with a radiant smile. “I fucking did it!”

“No, you didn’t.” Jimin scorned you, rigidly walking over to reposition the dummy. “That was a sloppy performance, do it again.”

Exasperated, you held out your arms. “What the fuck, Jimin? Are you seriously going to tell me that wasn’t good? And please, performance should be more so your concern.”

Jimin’s eyes suddenly hazed over with something dark and cold at your innuendo, causing a shiver to crawl up your spine—it’s like the devil himself was reaching into your soul and scraping it out of your body. “It isn’t about concentrating all your power into one move. It makes you sloppy and inconsistent, you need to learn how to control your power and appropriately distribute it throughout your body.”

“Wha–” You scoffed, confoundment riddling your features. “What the hell does this have to do with magic? You wanted me to repeat the sequence, and I did, what’s your problem?”

Jimin broke out into a dangerously low scoff. His crossed arms didn’t exactly help the situation, nor his tense and delicious body.

Yes, your mentor was insanely gorgeous. His lush lips, soft nose and majestic eyes were like deadly weapons. His flawlessly-sculpted cheekbones and jawline had girls at your school squealing, and it was especially hot whenever he locked his jaw when he was pissed at you, but you weren’t going to let your hormones win this fight. So what if his lean muscles appeared god-like when they were covered in sweat? Or when he swept his ring-slated hands through his luscious locks of raven-black hair? His good looks had nothing on you, even if your focus often deviated whenever the Adonis-like man lifted his shirt for even a millisecond.

You are totally not whipped.

You lost all function when Jimin suddenly closed in on you, boring black holes into your irises. “First of all, you need to stop cussing at me. I don’t appreciate it. Second of all, I don’t remember giving you permission to address me so casually. Where’s your ‘Sir’?”

“Well my fucking bad, Sir. I’m a goddamn 22 year-old university student and I can swear as much as I want.” You matter-of-factly retorted. “And last time I checked, you’re not some 40-year-old I’m gonna call Sir.”

“I’m old enough.” He gritted, piercing your very soul. “Now, get in your stance and try out the sequence on me. And this time, try to do as I say.”

Flashing him a dirty look, you propped a hand on your hip, saccharinely smiling. “Sorry, Sir. Can’t try out the sequence on you—I’ll probably break your bones.”

Tonguing the inside of his cheek, Jimin sent you an electric gaze that prickled your veins, completely blindsided when he suddenly performed the sequence on you. He disarmed you within seconds, barely managing to block his hits. Before you knew it, he caged you in his arms, your back crashing into his chest.

“Jimin–what the fuck!”

“Didn’t I always tell you to keep your guard up?” He harshly instructured, squeezing you to his frame in an inescapable lock. He wasn’t hurting you, he was holding you as lightly as possible so as to not harm you—he always did that. But dear God, could you feel your legging-cladded ass snug against his crotch, and you’d disintegrate if you ever got a feel for what he hid between his legs.

“So what? We were just talking!”

“And there will be countless scenarios where you’re merely speaking to someone before they attack you.” Jimin harshly reminded you. “Listen to me for once, Y/N.”

Frustrated by his strong arms, you dropped your weight and squirmed out of his deadly hold, shoving him off you. “This has nothing to do with magic! I don’t listen to you because you teach me jackshit.”

Jimin sighed as he swept a hand over his stunning face. “This has everything to do with magic, Y/N. You just refuse to see it.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenged Jimin, crossing your arms as you bitterly guffawed. “Is that really it? Or because you don’t have the balls to actually come at me with your magic?”

Jimin’s look wasn’t just dark anymore, his glare hardened into onyx. He was seething with frustration he was holding back for your sake, evidenced by his clenched jaw. His muscles tensed, and his steps towards you became menacing. “Oh really? I’m too scared to use my magic against you? How’s about this?”

Subsequently, Jimin waved his hands and manifested shadowy, pitch black ropes that seemed just as lethal as they looked. Before you could breathe, he launched one at you, causing you to shriek as you poorly defended yourself.

Another whip came flying at you, fearfully raising your palms and projecting enough cherry blossoms to cushion his heavy blow. You protected yourself again, and again, and again until your back pressed against the studio mirrors behind you, screeching when Jimin’s ominous black ropes came rushing towards you like harrowing hands. You cowered, utterly helpless as you trembled.

To your surprise, the black ropes halted right before you, retracting within seconds. You uncovered your fearful face and watched Jimin’s obsidian eyes melt back into their chocolatey brown, his intense gaze fixated on you.

Your fury boiled over then, irately raising your voice. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me to use my magic on you, didn’t you?”

“Not like that, you ass! How could you do that?!”

Within seconds, Jimin’s hands were either side of your head, slamming against the mirrors behind you. Your breath hitched as his intense presence permeated you, staring at him in confuddled awe.

“To show you that you’re not ready,” steam practically blew out of his nose, his hard eyes and imposing aura suffocating you with alpha male energy. “You can’t handle me, or my magic.”

You must’ve been crazy, borderline lunatic to think his words held a deeper meaning. You couldn’t lie; Park Jimin was known to be an insanely intense, brooding man. He was primarily quiet, stuck to himself and performed his duties with exemplary skill. He was quite the enigma; nobody truly knew his background information or how he grew up, let alone his age.

The nosy students of your school only made a rough estimate when somebody unearthed the information that he started working for your father when he was 12, and someone else overheard an executive member mention that he’s served the school for a stellar 15 years. That placed his age at the rough estimate of 27, though he could be younger or older for all you knew.

So indeed, Jimin was correct. Maybe you couldn’t really handle him, he’s dark and mysterious and dangerous and made all your alarms fire off in succession, but he was enthralling all the same. Even if you knew your skill was nil compared to his, challenging him made things all the more fun—he always looked so sexy when you pissed him off.

“Who says I can’t handle you? I’ve been keeping up with your hellish lessons.”

Jimin narrowed his demon eyes. “Barely; if you listened to me, you’d flourish faster.”

Scoffing, you dismantled his makeshift cage around you, pushing his arms away. “Maybe if you actually taught me magic, I’d be inclined to listen.”

“You want me to teach you about magic? Well how’s about this; magic is unpredictable, volatile, and entirely out of your control. And until you learn how to do something as simple as controlling the power distribution in your own body, you’ll never be ready enough to use your own powers. Never.”

Opening your mouth to counter him, emotions welled up within you instead. His words were lethal, stabbing you through the chest and stifling any confidence you had.

This is exactly why you despised him and his lessons. All they ever did was pinpoint your weaknesses, like he was always rubbing salt in your wounds and enjoyed watching you squirm with agony.

He seemed to notice your glassy eyes, a sliver of sympathy cracking through his mask of stoicism.

“Y/N, you just need to listen to me.” He approached you, apprehensive about coming any closer when you clearly appeared too shaken—his eyes softened momentarily. “You have to stop resisting me and your powers. Your father gave me this task and I will honour him by seeing it through. You have to accept your magic… you have to accept me.”

Utterly distressed, you couldn’t handle him anymore. Not the hint of care in his gorgeous irises, not the scent of him casting a spell on you, or how his imposing aura lit a fire inside your trembling soul—none of it was within your capacity anymore.

You marched across the practice room to haul your bag over your shoulder and ran out on him—you were too embarrassed to face him, and nothing you could do would salvage your dignity after that.

It’d been a week since that last encounter with Jimin, having barely focused on your lectures for the grueling days. You didn’t look forward to seeing him this afternoon at all, having frowned and grumbled throughout most of your listless day.

“Y/N, Jungkook just blocked, aren’t you going to cheer for him?”

Pulled out of your reverie, your vision cleared up to find Jungkook flexing his muscles across the field as the scoreboard remained the same, your school leading by an astounding 20.

“Jungkook will forgive me, he knows I’ve been bummed.”

“I know he’s your best friend, but best friends appreciate support the most. You should cheer for him.” Nila benignly suggested, whooping when your school earned possession of the ball first.

Reluctantly, your eyes followed after the soccer ball wriggling between bulky pairs of legs until it was eventually kicked in Jungkook’s direction. Your breath caught in your lungs when you watched the ball hurtle towards the very corner of the net, but there was no need to fret.

Jungkook leapt across the net and cleverly caught the ball with his gigantic gloves, the school erupting into bouts of cheers. You smiled brightly and hollered for Jungkook as he proudly grinned at the crowd and his teammates, clearing the ball far down the field towards your school’s midfielders.

“There, is that better?” You swiveled around to Nila with a full-of-it face.

“Damn,” she shook her head, “Mr. Park really does get your panties in a twist.”

“Hey!”

“What?” Nila feigned innocence, sipping on her iced coffee. “You’re the one who didn’t shut up about the one inch of ab you got from him two weeks ago. And recently you haven’t shut up about him getting all up in your space, either.”

Pouting, you narrowed your eyes at her. “Whatever; he’s still an ass.”

“Mm. From what everyone’s seen, he’s got a hot ass.”

Mouth falling agape, you smacked Nila’s arm as she exclaimed in pain. “Ow! Y/N, listen, I get you’re mad at him but don’t take it out on me!”

“I know I’m-I’m sorry.” You sighed, moping on the bleachers. “He just has me on edge; am I ever gonna get better? Am I really just that crap at magic?”

Nila softened upon hearing your qualms, reaching out and curling her arm around your shoulders. “Hey, isn’t magic all about our will to fight? Last time I checked, you’ve got the most fight and willpower I’ve ever seen. You can do it, Y/N, you just have to put your mind to it.”

Sulking in your seat, her advice resonated with you, lightening up. “I guess.” You contended. “Well, tell Jungkook I had to leave early again for my lessons. Text me the updates.”

“Of course. You’ll have to prepare your bank account for him either way, though. You know he eats a lot whether he’s happy from winning or sad from losing.”

Chuckling, you thanked her for her words and slinged your tote bag over your shoulder, ready to step down the bleachers.

“Oh, wait. Y/N. You just reminded me.” Nila suddenly clasped your elbow, swiveling towards her.

“What’s up?”

“So, I don’t know how true this is. But apparently Mr. Park got into some shit in the afternoon.” She relayed. “I don’t know if he’s still pissed or not, but I’ve heard he’s been extra mean today.”

“What?” You incredulously exclaimed. “You’re fucking kidding me, what shit did he get into?”

“I don’t know the specifics, but apparently he got into a spat with some of the other guards. Again, not entirely sure, but some of Jungkook’s friends heard that it started over you.”

Bewilderment etched into your features, sitting shocked, practically electrocuted. “O-over me? What? Why?”

“Don’t know.” Nila shrugged her shoulders. “But it seemed like the other guards said something about you and it pissed off Mr. Park. He made a whole scene about it. Nat from our enchantments class said he saw Mr. Park choking one of the guards.”

That… doesn’t even sound real. Why would Jimin get mad about something concerning you? Of all people? Why would he cause a scene by attacking one of the school’s guards? He’s usually such a calm, collected man who’s never lashed out like that; what could they have possibly said to short circuit his fuse?

“Shit, okay. Thanks for letting me know, Nila. I’ll get more info from my dad later if I can.”

“No problem.” Nila smiled sweetly. “I just hope he isn’t hard on you today.”

You scoffed, shooting her a knowing look. “Please, it wouldn’t be different from any other day.”

She laughed with you. “Hey, it kinda sounds like he’s got a soft spot for you. And he’s insanely hot too! You should jump his bones.”

You shuddered when Nila sent you a mischievous wink, flinging a dirty look her way before quickly stepping down the bleachers.

You jumped when your school suddenly erupted into deafening cheers. Of course, Jungkook skillfully blocked what would’ve been a nasty penalty, and you happily smiled at the sight of him shouting with his teammates, his doe eyes glistening under the blinding lights.

Content, you paddled through the wet field grass before your smile fell from your face, remembering what Nila told you. Will Jimin be okay when you see him? You’ve seen the hard man frustrated or annoyed with you before, but never angry enough to choke another person.

You truly hoped he was alright.

“We’re not training here.”

“What? Why not?” You stared perplexedly at Jimin.

Jimin didn’t utter another word, his features drawn together in controlled irritation. Clearly, he was still pissed about whatever happened this afternoon, but he seemed to be containing it around you.

He grasped your hand and began leading you out of your usual practice room. Your heart spasmed once his hand was in yours—bigger, warmer, callused, his cold, silver rings pressed into your palm—the sensation erupted goosebumps all over your skin.

He’s never touched you like this before.

You were so hyper-fixated on your connected hands that you didn’t even notice the corridors and stairs he led you through, far too captivated by the beautiful, glassy skin of his hands with a few veins bulging. He gripped you tighter as you both stepped out into a large courtyard, enclosed by four walls that housed slightly elevated halls for viewing.

Your confused eyes flickered around the open space, unfamiliar to this area.

“Woah, where are we?”

“My private courtyard.”

Taken aback, you blinked. “You… have your own courtyard?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Again, Jimin didn’t entertain your question, merely released your hand before he tread through the grass and set his things down. “Put your stuff with mine.”

Obliging, you followed after him and stuffed your bag with his things, clearing your throat before you faced him at full attention. You purposefully sealed your mouth shut despite questions frolicking about in your mind. Jimin seemed moody and irritable; it’s probably best to keep quiet.

His shoes scraped across the dry, dirt ground as he sauntered towards the center of the courtyard, kicking at some of the loose pebbles. He stopped and peered back at you, cocking his head for you to join him.

Scrambling, you paddled over until you were across from him. You could sense his residual anger, but he appeared calmer now; either a result of his stellar self-control or perhaps… you?

Now that’s just impossible.

“We’re outside because you're an Earth element and would train better outside—with nature.” He explained, and your eyes automatically widened.

“You’re… gonna teach me about magic?”

Stoic, Jimin pursed his lips before folding his delicious arms instead. His voice was hypnotizing as he deflected, like you were a snake being charmed. “I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but the best element among the regular five is Earth—you reap the benefits of Mother Nature and it’s the most naturally occurring element. It constantly offers pure magic.”

“Really?”

“Mm.” He nods. “As an Earth element, you can constantly channel pure magic from the Earth, so it’s best to train or fight outside.”

“Wow.” You marveled, blindsided by that information. “The other elements don’t have that?”

“Each element offers its own benefits. Water’s abundant within everything, fire is aided by any heat, dark elements can channel the dark realms.” Jimin casually informed. “But as an Earth element, you’ll easily draw power from the nature around you.”

“Dark elements… I thought they were the most powerful.” You trailed, considering them in your head. The Dark elements were always known to be a forbidden, scarcely discussed aspect of your magical world. It was a category of magic users that typically channeled their powers from the dark spheres of your universe, but were widely shunned upon considering one’s magic was a manifestation of their personalities.

Dark magic could only mean their owners were dark and sometimes… villainous.

”Technically, yes, but dark elements are usually ostracized and penalized. They’re regarded as outcasts and are often apprehended by law enforcement—their powers suffer as a result.”

“But, Jimin,” you paused, sympathy faintly lacing your tone. “Aren’t you a dark magic user? They’re only shunned because they can do things… forbidden in the magic world.”

Jimin’s eyes slightly widened, tensing his folded arms. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, possibly not expecting you to know that information. You only knew because it was a rumour that floated around campus—turns out it was right.

“Don’t ask questions, just listen.” He commanded sharply.

Sighing, instead of becoming angry, you decided to be kinder. Being a dark element wasn’t easy; they were constantly ridiculed, incarcerated and over-policed—perhaps that's why Jimin was always so pissy. There was no doubt he faced the same struggles. “C’mon, Jimin. You want me to listen to you, don’t you?”

Jimin’s hard stare focused elsewhere, causing you to step closer to him—you searched for his eyes and spoke with a soft, affable tone. “I’d listen to you if you told me more about yourself.”

Jimin appeared reluctant, watching the gears in his head shift through his enigmatic eyes. He sighed before loosening his rigid muscles, dialing down his intensity.

“I have shadow magic.” He said, his features radiating apprehension, appreciating him when he continued nonetheless. “I can create shadows.”

To your surprise, Jimin demonstrated his ability by waving his hand and suddenly, manifesting a small cluster of cherry blossoms. They appeared similar to yours, quaint and honestly… beautiful. They were slightly translucent and shadowy, but you giggled when he blew the black petals through your hair, tickling your cheeks as they passed by.

They fluttered majestically in the air before fading away. When your gaze locked with Jimin’s, you swear you found a faint smile on his lips as he watched you, but you decided to not entertain anything outlandish.

“Oh my god, that was so cool!”

He shrugged, hands stuffed into his dress pant pockets. “It can be. I can access and draw power from the shadow realm too, let’s me move through the shadows.”

“That’s so much better than my powers.” You whined, never noticing the unconscious steps you took towards him, far too eager. “But what’s so forbidden about your magic? It’s stunning.”

Jimin’s expression slightly contorted with shock, as though he’d never heard such a thing about his magic before. He dismantled it before you could really extrapolate anything, though, clearing his throat. “Being able to move through the shadows gives me the power to control them.” He gravely explained. “I can control other people’s shadows.”

You furrowed your brows. “What’s so forbidden about that?”

“Y/N…” he practically purred, staring deeply into your eyes. You attempted to subside the spark in your sex when he said your name so… sexily. “People are attached to their shadows. I can control them and make them do whatever I want—they can become my puppets.”

Pouting, you recognized the law within your magic world he infringed upon; using magic to control others. But you knew Jimin, he would never do such a thing.

“But you’d never do that, Jimin.”

Jimin scoffed, his dry smile far too attractive for his own good. “And how are you so sure about that?”

Softening, you guess you had no real clue. But something about Jimin didn’t radiate evil energy. You could feel the good in him, could sense that residing behind his ribs was a kind heart; why else would he be working at your school? Helping you out?

Closing the space between you two, you stepped forward, utilizing the one ace you knew you had—Nila made a point earlier.

Gazing up into his gripping stare, you dared to keep eye contact, swimming through his onyx irises rather than letting them drown you. “Because you wouldn't do that to me, would you?”

Jimin’s jaw tensed as he looked at you, his features melting from one of solid steel into malleable silver. He revealed the slightest bit of emotion as he sucked in a breath, carefully studying your face. His gaze lingered on your lips for a second longer than you expected, and you swear the tension was palpable.

Suddenly your heart was throbbing, your blood pumping in your veins and your breaths quickening. His lips became your focus, too. So plump and utterly tempting, like they were sweeter than a popsicle on a hot summer’s day.

And you couldn’t lie, they were the kind of fat, juicy lips you wouldn’t just want on your mouth…

You coughed and broke eye contact once your mind descended into the gutter, also springing Jimin back to reality. He cleared his throat before stepping away from you.

“We should train.” He swallowed.

You exhaled with stupid sexual frustration, mind brewing with all sorts of turmoil as you agreed. You could sense the guard he had, like he’d never let anybody past his hard shell. His walls were iron-clad with his heart caged, as though something dark and wild was hidden inside of him.

But you didn’t care; you wanted more. Something about Jimin compelled you to tread further, to dip your toes in his dangerous waters and truly submerge yourself within the deep, deep ocean that was this man.

“Jimin, you don’t have to hide.” Your tone dripped with sympathy, approaching him again. “I’m… I’m here, okay?”

Before you could touch him, Jimin turned his back on you, his energy now agitated. His squared shoulders were the only thing visible to you now, his one word sharper than a knife. “Stop.”

Defeated, you sighed as your eyes lingered on his back. It appeared so… lonely, so guarded. You pushed away any prying thoughts and simply followed after him. Clearly this subject was too touchy for him��he was already housing frustration from whatever happened this morning.

You watched as Jimin clenched his fists before turning around. He appeared far more collected, calmer, but his eyebrows still sexily drawn together. “Let’s get back to training.”

Acquiescing, you pursed your lips as you nodded, stepping towards him.

“Okay, I think the reason why your magic lacks offensive power is because you don’t think of them that way.” He recovered smoothly—you furrowed your brows in response.

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that magic doesn’t become powerful naturally. You need to cultivate it, weaponize it.” Jimin explained, motioning towards you. “Conjure up some cherry blossoms for me.”

Exhaling carefully, you internally pep-talked yourself as you took your stance, driving away all daunting thoughts. Opening your palm, a cluster of cherry blossoms sprouted from it, fluttering with grace. Your gaze connected with Jimin’s as he nodded.

“Good. Now, how do you think of your magic when you’re going to use it in a fight or in battle?”

Sifting through your head, you contemplated a logical scenario. “I would ambush the enemy with my cherry blossoms.”

“Mm. That’s where you’re wrong.”

“What?” You peered at him with perplexion. “What’s wrong about that?”

Jimin tongued the inside of his cheek before he stepped closer to you, his fierce, alluring eyes holding your attention captive. “How do you think of your cherry blossom magic?”

You shrugged, avoiding the surge of arousal his gaze sent though you. “Simple. They’re flowers and petals.”

“Again, wrong.” Jimin surprisingly tutted you softly. “It’s true, your magic is mainly flowers and petals, but did you ever consider that if you manifested thousands of them and launched them at the speed of light, they could be as sharp as a knife?”

“I–” you opened your mouth to counter him, but found no rebuttal. It was true, you’ve never thought of your petals that way, you’d always considered them for what they were—cherry blossoms. “I guess?”

Jimin flicked two fingers in the air and suddenly, a shadowy, black card manifested between his middle and index finger, drawing your attention towards it.

“Your petals are like this card; right now they’re flimsy and harmless.”

He purposely bends the card and plays with it, demonstrating its malleability.

“But, if I launch the card at a high speed,” Jimin then fixed himself into a stance and speedily whipped the card right over your shoulder, hurtling towards the small tree behind you. Your shocked eyes marvelled at the card completely slicing the bark, slowly turning back towards him.

“Okay, woah.” You contended, taken aback by his skill. “So I have to do that, but with my cherry blossoms?”

“Mm.” He nodded, folding his delicious arms. “Think of your cherry blossoms as knives. Manifest thousands of petals and try launching them at a high speed.”

You cleared your throat, preparing yourself. You understood what he was requesting, but you didn’t know where to begin. Something about Jimin watching you so intensely as you began was daunting, embarrassed that you might appear like a fool.

“Could… could you not watch?”

He quirked a brow. “Why not?”

“Because…” You averted your eyes, attempting to be furtive about your timidness. “I don’t want you to watch me fail.”

He sighed, long and deep, though his eyes revealed slight sympathy. “You won’t fail, Y/N. Don’t think about what other people will think; just think about you and your magic. Your cherry blossoms.”

Absorbing his words, you focused on your magic and honed in on controlling them, manifesting a cluster large enough to at least be a hundred. You knew you were near the amount Jimin wanted, shamefully flashing your eyes in his direction where he noticed your hesitancy.

“It’s okay Y/N. Just take a deep breath, take your time.”

Your face revealed shock listening to his words; he’s never been so… supportive before. He appeared calm and patient, boosting your morale. You concentrated on squeezing more petals out of you, but your exhaustion was winning over, the exertion far too much.

“Fuck!” You curse as your magic fizzled out. “I can’t fucking create more. I don’t get how I’m going to do this.”

“Y/N…” Jimin purred again, gulping when your gaze found his soft one.

“Fucking what Jimin?”

“Here,” Jimin approached you, grasping your forearms from behind and suddenly, encasing you in his arms. Your breath hitched feeling his body so close to yours, the warmth radiating off him completely addicting. You wanted to melt into him, let your back press against his chest, but your thoughts were interrupted when Jimin’s gorgeous voice filled your ears. “Try it like this.”

His breath fanned across the crest of your ear, engulfing you with vigour. Jimin’s surprisingly careful hands slithered down your forearms, curling them over your wrists. He relaxed your position, situating you to be less stiff.

“Don’t be so stiff,” his charming, quiet voice sent ripples throughout your body. “Let yourself feel everything you feel.”

Heeding his advice, you shut your eyes and focused on your surroundings. You could hear birdsong, chirping majestically. You could smell the fog sticking to the ground, the chillier breeze of rain clouds emerging. But you were at a crossroads; you could smell Jimin’s intoxicating male scent, musky and powerful. You could feel his rings against your heated skin, your heart thundering as you swallowed nervously.

Jimin seemed to notice your melting. “Good, think about the nature around you.” He purred, beautiful and sweet. “Think about the ground beneath your feet; its density, its strength.”

You inhaled meditatively as you envisioned the strength of the ground, it’s mighty rock that’s endured centuries of history.

“Think about the millions of blades of grass around you, the enriching oxygen. Think about how every cell in your body craves that oxygen, how much you want it.”

You shuddered, entirely engrossed by his enchanting voice, his calming presence that anchored you to the Earth. Suddenly, it was easy thinking about your cherry blossoms, channeling the traits of all the elements you considered.

Magically, thousands of little petals flowed out of you, opening your eyes to find a gorgeous school of pink blossoms.

“Oh my god,” you marvalled, breath catching in your throat. “Oh my god, oh my god!” You were mesmerized, not having seen such a magnificent cluster of your own abilities, the petals moving at your command.

You swear you could feel Jimin smile behind you, your eyes bright and radiant with triumph. “That was amazing, Y/N.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you cheerfully regard him, hands too antsy for more. “Teach me more, teach me more!”

“Of course,” he beautifully chuckled, and you quickly noticed what a rare sight that was, a symphonious sound. “Try thinking of that tree as an enemy. Get mad. Envision your cherry blossoms annihilating it, and think of the Earth around you helping you.”

Positioning yourself again, Jimin took a light step back as you controlled your swarm of cherry blossoms. You zeroed-in on his advice, adopting a state of zen that allowed you to concentrate on your abilities. Within seconds of allowing yourself a stream of thoughts, you felt your veins surge with insurmountable power, your irises heat, and your fingertips feel tingly as your petals launched towards the tree.

The bark incurred a significant amount of damage, your blossoms trickling away into thin air as they dispersed. Again, you celebrated, turning to Jimin with a victorious smile.

“Holy shit, I actually did that!”

Jimin’s slight, proud grin honestly shot an arrow through your heart. “Yes you did, Y/N.”

Subsequently, Jimin patiently lets you practice just like that; manifesting, honing in, launching. He repeats the same regime with you over and over, prompting you with small tips and advice to let your power slowly, but surely cultivate. You succeeded enough times that Jimin’s smile replicated yours once your abilities became more refined, clearly indicating significant progress.

Jimin sauntered his way in front of you at a fair distance afterwards, cutting you off from the tree you previously damaged. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

Hiding a small smile, Jimin stood tall and proud as he mischievously peered at you. “You’ve been doing great so far, but now you have to hit me with your cherry blossoms.”

“Wha–?”

“Just hit me, Y/N.”

Apprehensively, you sucked it up, flashing him a challenging look. “Fine. But it’s your funeral.”

Jimin cracked a full-of-it grin. “We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t help but let your lips curve as you positioned yourself, Jimin also assuming a defensive stance. Applying everything he’d taught you just now, you internally manifested your power, letting it compile until it could flow out of you.

Within seconds, your cherry blossoms trickled out of your fingertips, creating a large enough storm that you envisioned as little razor blades, and launched them in Jimin’s direction. For a second, you felt confident you’d got him. Your cherry blossoms were flying far too fast for him to counter—you were horribly mistaken.

Jimin’s shadows spilled out of his hands, creating a wave of shadowy black that casted your incoming swarm away from him, like a shield. After your blossoms were thwarted, Jimin suddenly charged towards you, his long strides causing him to meet you within just 3 steps.

His arm curled around your body, crushing you to his front tight enough that your chest squished into his. You malfunctioned, veins surging with arousal powerful enough to completely subdue you. His fist suddenly came up, positioned for a damning left hook.

You’re stunned, left with whiplash as you stared at him in awe—a curve crept up onto his lips, his eyes dancing. “So, my funeral? Or yours?”

Winded by his wit, you scoffed, cheeks burning brightly. “I…”

“You…?”

Swallowing, you hated that your wandering eyes trickled down to his chest—his buttoned shirt revealed a small, tempting area of it. His eyes felt fierce, fixated on you with a sort of passion you couldn’t figure out. Before your mind spiralled into thoughts of kissing him, you attempted to utilize what Jimin taught you.

Immediately, you shoved his fist away and tried placing it in a lock, but Jimin read your movement. The second you spinned, he instead overpowered you and tugged your back into his chest, caging you from behind. You cursed, struggling against his iron grip. Despite the feeling of being this close to him suffocating you, you immediately dropped your weight, dismantling him for a second.

Your fingers curled underneath his and released his grip, tumbling out. You whirled around and lifted your hands, cherry blossoms filtering out of your palms towards him. Jimin merely smirked, shaking his head before his black ropes manifested before you. They grappled your wrists before you could even react, ensnared by his might.

You resisted, but nothing broke his hold. Your palm flew open to attack him, but without your stance, there was no hope in manifesting enough of your petals. Still, you persisted, using Jimin’s ropes to tug him towards you. He stumbled forward, granting you the opportunity to lift your knee and catch him in his manhood, but you were too predictable.

Jimin blocked your knee, curled his hands underneath it and lifted you, causing you to nearly fall back. You yelped as your hand flew around Jimin’s neck to balance yourself, an instinct of his forcing you both backwards. Your back eventually pressed against one of the many posts supporting the upper levels of his courtyard.

Winded, your breaths felt quick and heavy once you stared at Jimin—his hand darted back to cushion your blow against the post, his other hand holding your knee against his hip. Your arms flailed around his neck, now left in this entirely compromising position.

He gazed deeply into your eyes, shocked you both ended up like this. Your heart was hammering so loud you were afraid he could see through your ribs, blood rushing to your head. His scent was casting a spell on you, even if his black ropes were around your wrists. For a second, you think about releasing his hold, but Jimin’s beautiful eyes begin scanning your face, falling to your lips. He lingers once again for far too long.

Your breath hitched, considering the idea of kissing him, of simply decreasing this space until you both forgot each other’s names. He pissed you off, he irritated you, and his lessons have made you feel shitty more times than you could count. But he was invigorating, impassioning, an entirely electric, consuming danger you wanted to explore more than anything.

As if reading your mind, Jimin actually inched forward, concentrated on your lips. You panicked, unbelieving that he could even want to kiss you. He must be sick in the head or mistaking you for someone else, because there’s simply no way.

“Jimin…” You cooed, swallowing harshly before your lips blurted out something random—a stupid defence mechanism. “What happened this afternoon?”

Pausing, Jimin’s features contorted with confusion, lightly pulling back. “What?”

“This… this afternoon.” You timidly repeated, peering carefully into his obsidian eyes. “I heard about what happened.”

Jimin appeared suddenly… betrayed. As though you’d committed a horrible act. “Why are you asking me about that?”

“Because I’m worried,” you laced your tone affably. “I’m sorry if you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t have to. But I just want to know if you’re okay.”

Jimin’s eyes revealed complete disorientation, eyebrows straightening into a harsh line before his hands retracted from your body. “It’s none of your concern, Y/N.”

He stepped away from you too quickly, a disapproving look smeared all over his face. You immediately felt hurt, as though shards of glass were piercing your chest.

“Jimin, please. I’m sorry but… I’m just worried.”

“I never asked you to worry, Y/N.” Jimin harshly scorned you. “It’s none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You repeated, tone rising in attitude. “How is it none of my business when it was about me?”

Jimin immediately froze, whirling around to regard you with anger. “How do you know that?”

“That doesn’t matter,” you retorted. “I just wanna know, Jimin, what happened? What could’ve possibly made you react the way you did?”

“I told you, Y/N.” Jimin warned, his eyes revealing thin patience. “Stop asking me questions, or you’ll regret it.”

Clenching your fists tightly, you were tired of this—his evasiveness was incorrigibly irritating. “Oh really, you’ll make me regret it? Especially when my name was mentioned?”

Jimin’s jaw visibly tightened, his muscles tensed. “You don’t need to know.”

You scoffed, closing in on him as you folded your arms. “But I think I do, Jimin. You think it’s not going to concern me when another guard brings up my name? Just tell me.”

“No.”

“Jimin…” you ground your teeth, frustration seeping into your attitude. “Tell me right the fuck now, or I ask my father and I’ll find out anyway.”

Jimin appeared stuck then, lightly cursing to himself as he contemplated his options. Clearly, he had to know you were right—of course it concerned you when another unknown guard brings up your name, and he can't deny you the chance of knowing.

Especially when your father would retaliate in ways much worse.

Jimin sighed, long and deep. He perched his beautiful hands on his lean hips, coasting his thumb across his lush set of lips. “I didn’t like what the guard said.”

“I didn’t ask that.” You snipped. “I asked what he said.”

Jimin lightly grimaced, hand rigidly rubbing the back of his neck. His apprehensiveness made you realize that Jimin was evidently concealing the words for your betterment—your confident posture suddenly faltered.

“Did they say something disgusting?”

Jimin winced. “Slightly.” He tightly clamped his jaw with anger. “But they stopped promptly. They know your father is chancellor; he’d kill them before I even got the chance.”

You ignored the little flutter in your heart that his statement swelled. “Then what was it?”

Jimin was being far too furtive, but he eventually loosened up, pressing his lips together, as though he were experiencing pain even speaking this. “They were commenting on your magic and me teaching you. Made some predatory comments before they called you useless, and a disappointment—I lost it.”

For a second, the comment doesn’t register. It’s not something foreign to you; people have always thrown insults at you about your humdrum abilities since you were born. Whether they were your father’s colleagues whispering at gatherings behind his back, or family members blatantly telling you to your face at grand balls—you’re no stranger to being called useless.

But a disappointment? As you stood here, at your older age of 22 and yet still struggling to get a hold of your powers, an insurmountable feeling of defeat washed over you. As a kid, the comments were only motivators to do better, to be better, because you had time, time to potentially improve yourself.

But you were never pressured to be anything more than what you were, and now you’ve amounted to nothing but being a disappointment.

Perhaps that was your fault. Perhaps you were so helpless that your parents had no choice but to give up on you, to never push you beyond your limits—they knew you’d never reach them.

A cold wave of realization slapped you, your chest pierced with your harsh reality. “That’s… it’s true.”

Jimin immediately furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean, Y/N? It’s not true.”

“But it is,” you challenged, your face becoming as bleak as ever. “It’s true. I’m useless, even more so a disappointment.”

Before Jimin could open his mouth, a low, rumbling sound of thunder signalled the beginning of rain, little droplets suddenly transforming into thick pelts of water. You both noticed the shift in weather, peering up at the sky, but neither of you dared to move, glued to your spots.

“You’re not useless, Y/N.” He said over the pattering rain.

“But aren’t I?” There was no arguing against it; you can’t fight, can’t utilize your cherry blossoms, can’t seem to appease anybody with your lackluster magic. “Everyone makes the most of what they have, but I never can.”

Jimin’s features contorted. “Yes you can, Y/N. You learned something today. There’s no truth in what those guards said.”

“You shouldn’t have hurt them.” You reprimanded him, voice flat and soulless, empty eyes faltering to the ground as rain began dampening your hair, face and clothes. “They were right, I can’t do anything with my magic. I’m just a disappointment.”

You’re surprised to feel the sudden, harsh grasp of Jimin’s hands on your arms. He shook you, boring into your eyes with conviction. “Stop saying that, Y/N. You’re not useless, you’re anything but useless and a disappointment. Stop.”

“But it’s true,” your lips couldn’t help but tremble, vulnerable irises trembling as they met his obsidian ones. How could he of all people deny these claims? He’s seen firsthand your lack of capability. “I can’t do anything, I’m a disappointment.”

“Stop it… stop!” Jimin shouted, his pleading look utterly devastating. It was as though your words were hurting him, cutting into his chest and tearing out his heart. “Don’t lose your motivation just because of what those lowlives said. Don’t believe it, Y/N, you can get better if you stop thinking like this.”

“Don’t you think the same?” You countered, watching the raindrops freckle Jimin’s stunning eyelashes, his lips wet and dewy. “Weren’t you so sick and tired of me? Didn’t you almost give up because I’m no hope?” You remembered your very first lessons with Jimin; his harsh voice cutting into the air as he regretted taking you on, constantly sighing or critiquing you until your morale dismantled.

Jimin pressed his lip together with guilt, but softened his solid eyes, his mouth ever so tempting when he spoke so calmly. “That was before…”

Swallowing, you could hear your heart thundering against your bones, sniffling. “And now?”

His eyes appear pained, as though he were fighting internal chains holding him back. He was hesitating, flickering all over your now soaked face, and your patience ran thin.

“Just admit it, Jimin.” Your cutthroat tone was damning. “I’m not fucking good enough, and I don’t need you sparing my feelings.” Before he could answer, you turned away, ready to abandon this courtyard before Jimin caught you again.

“Y/N, stop. Stop putting yourself down and see yourself for the power you have.”

“I have no power!” You screeched, snatching your arms out of his grasp. “I can’t do anything with them, I’m useless!”

“No you aren’t!” Jimin shouted back in the rain, gesturing angrily. “You know what? You’re the reason you’re not advancing, you have no confidence and it’s what’s holding you back!”

“Oh, wow,” you feigned magnificence, derisively folding your arms. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, more reasons why I’m shitty. Thank you Mr. Park for your wonderful fucking help!”

Again, you’re itching to hide yourself and simply bask in your wallowing, but Jimin’s persistent. He caught you as you whirled around again, shaking his head. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re staying right here.”

“And why should I?”

“Because I said so.”

“Who said I have to listen to you?” You retorted, fighting his grip. “I’m a useless student who doesn’t know shit. Don’t waste your time with me.”

“You’re not useless!” Jimin scolded you, never lightening his iron grip. “You’re more than what you think!”

“Stop lying!”

“I’m not lying!”

Within seconds, you’re pinned against the nearest post as Jimin’s hands ensnare your wrists above you. He’s mere inches from your face, your wide eyes catching his enraged, but wild ones, veins flooding with something primal.

Jimin cages your hands above your head criss-crossed, and it bares all of you to him. Curse Jimin for wearing only a black t-shirt; all you can see are the delicious muscles hugging his mouth-watering frame. His jet-black locks soaked in the rain ironically light you on fire, his wet look holding unprecedented power over you.

Despite your attraction, you’re too hot-headed right now. Anger seeps into your system, attempting to fight him off—your self-esteem has been far too abused today, and you need to recuperate alone.

You failed when Jimin hardened his grip, any hopes of escaping utterly futile. He stared long and deep into your eyes, hard enough that he must have heard how erratically your heart was racing, must’ve seen the way your soul squirmed in his presence.

God, he was so frustrating. There wasn’t a single thing about him that made sense. He’d acted as though you were a nuisance, then decided to finally indulge you in real teaching. He treated you like a whining child, then nearly choked a guard for speaking ill of you.

He made you so angry, so enraged, so frustrated.

So invigorated, so exhilarated, so alive.

You couldn’t make out a single coherent feeling about him, but the one thing you definitely made out was the next surprising, unexpected thing Jimin did; his mouth suddenly landing on yours.

He was such a hard, intense man, but Jimin’s kissing did not disappoint. His lips were soft and pillowy, and kissed with the kind of vigor that only existed in movies. He clasped his hands tightly around your wrists as he held you, claiming your lips passionately.

He leaned his delicious body into yours as your mouths fervently connected. Your heart was causing a ruckus inside you, butterflies fluttering with joy, insides twisting with buzzing arousal that spread throughout every inch of your body. Reciprocating his kiss was easy; it was like the ebb and flow of a tide, like breathing, like you were always meant to kiss him.

He was consuming you, cleverly opening his mouth to swallow you whole. His tongue eventually snuck out to lick your bottom lip, causing your essense to dampen your underwear.

You suddenly didn’t mind the rain anymore, letting it soak your bodies as much as it could. You couldn’t produce a thought as his tongue slithered inside your mouth, lost in the way he made you his.

After a long, deep lick, Jimin broke away, his eyes not only obsidian but riddled with insatiable hunger. Your breaths quickened as you peered at him, face hotter than the sun, legs squishing together on instinct. Jimin flickered to the movement and mischievously smirked.

Slowly, he slotted his thigh in between yours, lightly prying you back open. You swear your heart shot up into your throat as his thigh pressed into your quivering heat, his eyes submitting you with his formidable sexual prowess.

“Don’t close them,” he purred, lips hovering above yours, enamoured by the droplets hanging from his soaked hair. “Open up for me.”

Your blood lit on fire, so mesmerized by the power that poured out of him. Your panties felt soaked, swallowing weakly. “J-Jimin…”

“What do you want, Y/N?” He flickered between your eyes and lips, clearly set on devouring you whole, but holding himself back. “Right now, in this moment?”

Stunned, all that came to your pleasure-filled mind was kissing him. Kissing him until your lips were swollen and you couldn’t breathe and you were both a mess of lust and passion.

Insides swirling, you timidly admitted. “I want you to kiss me, Jimin.”

Without further ado, Jimin’s lips crashed against yours, and rest was fucking history.

Jimin released your wrists from above your head, snaking them around your waist so he cradled you close, squishing your wet body flush against his. Your pussy palpitated when your nipples fell flat against his chest, angered by the stupid layeres of clothes between you two. Your hands planted on his chest before desperately sprawling them over his shoulders and into his soaked hair, tugging the gorgeous raven locks to your satisfaction.

Jimin’s hands were no joke; they roamed your body as though he’d waited a century to touch you. His rings felt icy cold, but you didn’t care, you were too hot and bothered by his voracious kiss. Your teeth clamped down on Jimin’s bottom lip, tugging on it, watching his plushy petal bounce back.

He smiled in between your kiss at that, snaking his hand over your neck and towards your chin. He cradled it to make out with you harder, faster, rougher. His desire was utterly primal, and you felt every inch of it.

“I couldn’t stand it…” Jimin breathed, hot and rugged as he kissed you. “I couldn’t stand what they said about you.”

His words filled your veins with electricity, your heart racing with adoration. “I can’t stand listening to you berate yourself.”

You moaned when Jimin suddenly propelled his hips into yours, his rising length nudging your leaking cunt. “I can’t stand how much I’ve wanted you.”

Jimin’s warm, careful fingers suddenly slipped underneath your shirt, causing you to shakily gasp. Your mentor’s eyes rounded, wet forehead pressed against yours. “Are you okay?”

Speechless, you nodded, swinging your arms around his neck and bowing into him, so utterly lost in his enigmatic, yet kind eyes. “More than okay.”

Grinning, Jimin returned to your lips. He pushed up your shirt inch by inch, shoving you up against the pillar once again. You groaned, nails scraping across his juicy biceps as he claimed you.

Stripping off your shirt, you were left in your flimsy bra, Jimin returning to your heated body to close his mouth around your pulse point. His kisses were hungry and languid on your neck, suckling and nibbling your wet skin until surely, marks had bloomed. You moaned as your insides stirred, the feeling of his plushy lips so utterly intoxicating.

Your hips instinctively ground into his, craving any friction possible for your needy cunt. Jimin surprised you when he suddenly thrust into you so powerfully, a loud, breathy moan spilled out of you.

It shook your core so much that you tugged at his shirt wantonly, insisting he remove it. You began impatiently shoving it up his chest before Jimin gripped the hem and shred it off, tossing it aside.

Your bones ignited as your bodies made contact, traversing his warm, wet skin inch by beautiful inch. His heat felt addicting, planting yourself against him as closely as possible just to be consumed by him, to lose yourself and never crawl your way back out.

When your nails dug into his soaked back, Jimin grunted, the sound rippling through your entire system. He trailed hot, wet kisses past your collarbones, dipping into your sternum. He kissed the valley of breasts gently, plushy lips claiming you with soft, feverish passion. He tugged down your bra, exposing your nipples.

His greedy eyes marveled at the sight of your soft breasts, patient hands slowly closing around them to fondle as they spilled out. You groaned as he squeezed them, circling the bed of his palms over your pert nubs.

You cried out when he latched his mouth onto you, moans escaping you in almost a mantra. He sucked and licked your breasts with vigor, hands sliding over your stomach to cup your chest. He deliciously groped you, played with you, patiently pleasured your most sensitive parts until your pussy was aching for the same treatment.

“Jimin.” You moaned, careening with explosive pleasure. When you were completely light-headed, Jimin’s teeth suddenly bit down on your nipple, jolting you awake. “Jimin!”

“Y/N.” The sound of his groan threw you off guard. Your craving for him struck you harder, embracing him against you, moaning without a care in the world. You couldn’t help the confused thoughts that swarmed your head, lips moving faster than you could think.

“I thought… you hated me.” You mewled between wanton need and blissed out desire, euphoria leaking into your brain. “I thought I was a nuisance to you.”

“I never hated you,Y/N.” Jimin breathed as the tip of his tongue flicked your pert nub, sending shocks of arousal through you. He flattened his tongue against your nipple again, swirling around your areola until reigning his soft assault over your other breast. “I only hated how little you thought of yourself.”

Jimin’s neck must’ve been decorated with red trails as your nails sunk into him, but then again, Jimin’ has definitely seen more violence than he liked to let on—you couldn’t help but notice the scars on his body, creating an agonizing constellation of the story of his life.

A story you deeply desired to know one day.

“I’d always wanted to discipline you like this,” his hand curled around your midriff, rubbing with languid speed as his tongue lavished your breasts—your breath hitched. “I nearly went crazy thinking about it.”

You smirked, pride swelling in your naked chest. “Is this what you wanted, Sir?” You purred, cupping his flawless jawline and tugging him towards your face, only inches between. “You wanted me weak for you? Moaning your name? Ready to be fucked by you?”

A devilishly handsome smile painted Jimin’s lips, weaving a hand into your wet hair and lightly tugging on it—you faintly sighed. “You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, haven’t you?”

You gushed immediately, veins filling with unprecedented arousal as he gripped your hair tighter, and his voice deepened. “And you, Y/N, have no idea what I’ve wanted.”

Jimin’s eyes suddenly reflected a flame so inextinguishable, not even the rain beating down on your bodies could tame it. Your mentor’s hand over your torso began travelling down your wet stomach, keeping formidable eye contact with you.

“Never take your eyes off me.” He commanded, but soft and slow. “Never.”

Obeying, you bit your lip as Jimin inched towards your sopping cunt, your dripping essence like honey from a pot. His sensual hand kept you on your toes, lip nearly bleeding from how hard you nibbled it, anticipation consuming you.

The second he slipped past your waistband and into your panties, raw lust erupted inside you. Your eyes shut on instinct, but a low growl from Jimin reminded you of otherwise.

Fluttering open, your eyes met his hungry, devouring ones. His fingertips nearly caressed your clit, so close to cupping you in all your dripping glory that you whimpered. Jimin wickedly grinned at your reaction, feeling his hot breaths fan your wet, swollen lips.

“Can’t believe all it took was a touch like this to get you to listen to me.”

His shit-eating smirk made your entire system run on auto-pilot, fresh heat swirling in your cheeks. “Shut up.”

“Do you really want that, Y/N?” Jimin purred, sweet and condescending by your ear. “Do you really want me to shut up? Or do you want me to whisper all the dirty things I want to do to you until you’re leaking all over my hand?”

You, in fact, gush the equivalent of Niagara Falls, hiding your whimpering. “You haven’t even touched my pussy yet.” You snipped back. “All bark and no bite, Sir.”

Within your next breath, Jimin cupped your sex so sensually a cry ripped out of you, gasping into his wet chest. The rainwater already made things nice and slick, but your leaking cum provided Jimin with slippery ease. He hissed as he felt your sticky wetness, his eyes brimming with amusement.

“You’re already wet, when, in your words, ‘I haven’t even touched your pussy yet’?” His curved mouth was prompting you to smack him, but you fairly walked into that one. You opened your mouth to counter him, but Jimin concocted other plans, beginning to rub your netherlips.

Sensitivity raked your insides then, cursing. “Fuck!”

“Not yet,” he joked, stealing your lips with an indulgent kiss. “We need to get you ready.”

His constant smiling kept throwing you off, speaking in between your blissed out moans. “You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?” You chided. “Love knowing you’ve got your boss’s daughter like this?”

“I like knowing you want me despite how much you’ve wanted to leave my lessons.” He bit back. “And even if you deny it, your body speaks enough for you.”

Realization struck you hard at his words, gripping him tightly.

“You knew?”

“Your father told me,” he said, his fingers swirling your sticky essence over your pussy lips. You whimpered, sighing in between. “But you always stayed, didn’t you?”

Caught, you attempted to weasel your way out of it, but Jimin’s hand had other plans. He suddenly pressed into your clit so deliciously, fireworks erupted behind your eyes. He began treating your little pearl, swirling it, flicking it, toying with it until you were a whining, moaning mess.

“Jimin!”

“It’s Sir now, Y/N.” Jimin cooed coolly.

You bit down on your tongue, enraptured by his soft yet lethal domination. You could feel it in your bones, in your blood and soul, how much he owned it now. The prowess he had in your pleasure, how deeply he affected you. “S… sir.”

“You think this is the worst?” His dark eyes submitted you, tugging you into an unliftable trance. “How about this?”

Jimin suddenly took a delicious digit of his and slipped it inside your pussy, a puff of air escaping your lips.

“Shit!”

“Let’s see how you take my finger, hm?” Jimin smirked, beginning to thrust his finger inside your fiery cunt. Arousal exploded inside you, moaning wantonly as pleasure spread throughout your system. But that wasn’t all to Jimin’s onslaught, no, just as you began to get comfortable, Jimin pulled out his finger, whirled you around, and shoved your front up against the pillar.

You sharply gasped as Jimin sunk his finger back inside you from behind, and his other slammed against the wall. This position seemed to grant him more control, as his index finger began hammering into you, thrusting quickly and deliciously. Your head hung low as he delivered high quality thrusts, slightly arching your backside for him.

“I wasn’t ever going to let you leave.” Jimin harshly voiced, his finger pummeling you with eye-rolling pleasure. “You’re my student. Nobody teaches you except me.”

Just as he grunted those possessive words, Jimin slipped a second finger inside you , his rings adding levels to his domination of you—you liked it. Your pussy took the beating smiling, pleasure seeping into your bloodstream as he finger-fucked you. Your hand entwined with his for support against the pillar, Jimin lacing his fingers with yours and tucking it against your chest, embracing you.

This seemed to give him more leverage, holding your body in place as he cleverly fucked your pussy with just his fingers. Your moans echoed around his courtyard, but you were glad to know it was on a lonely hill. The rain deliciously trickled down your half-naked bodies as he pleasured you like this, driving you insane.

By the time he added a third finger, your mind was delirious, in fucked out bliss as your walls palpitated around him, clit throbbing painfully. But when Jimin curled his fingers against your frontal walls, locating that precious g-spot and sensually rubbing it, your mind blacked out.

You came, you came so hard that you must’ve soaked his hand, even if it was pouring outside. You let out a high-pitched moan of his beautiful name, Jimin similarly groaning as he embraced your body against him, hearing his erratically beating heart through your back.

Jimin tugged out his fingers, hugging you for a few seconds as you came down your high. You both breathed unevenly, Jimin eventually bringing his fingers to your mouth. He smeared your cum over your lips, whispering hotly in your ear.

“Taste what I do to you.”

You shuddered, gently sticking out your tongue to catch a taste of yourself. Jimin released pent up air as your mouth closed around his fingers, deciding to tease him with some light sucking. He let you, his breaths harsh and heavy as he clutched your body.

Your breasts rose and fell as Jimin nearly fucked his fingers into your mouth, mimicking the sexual act. You obliged with a moan, swirling your tongue around the digits.

Jimin moaned deliriously with you, lost in each other as the weight of his cock pressed into your ass. You bucked back on him, internally whining for his cock. He grunted roughly, something animalistic overcoming him as he shoved your front up against the pillar, face tucked into your neck.

“Fuck…” He groaned, his hands roaming you body with fervor until he hooked onto your bottoms, lips hot by your ear. “Can I?”

You nodded without hesitation, gasping erotically when Jimin harshly ripped down your jeans and panties, baring your ass to him. You could feel the devilish smirk on Jimin’s lips, his hands smoothing over your cheeks to grip your ass.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mused, kneading your backside. You craved for him to be inside of you, reaching back and tugging at his bottoms, voice whiny and needy.

“Fuck… fuck me, Sir. Fuck me right now.”

Jimin hissed behind you, hearing the smugness in his tone. “Not just yet.”

With widened eyes, you wonder what in god’s name he’s cooked up before you directly feel the results of his coyness; his hands grappled your hips as he sank to his knees, and his mouth darted towards your aching heat.

You gasped, high-pitched and sharp, left with your hands planted against the pillar as Jimin ate you out from underneath. You melted when his tongue suddenly flicked through your folds, tasting your flavour. He extended the wet muscle all the way to your clit, caressing it with slow, delicious circles that ignited your bones, squirming.

“Sir!”

Jimin never replied, simply committed himself to licking your cunt from behind until your eyes squeezed shut, until your muscles tensed and your bones liquified. You realized your mistake then, strangling it out as pleasure bled into you.

“Sir…”

He groaned deliciously then, relentlessly eating your pussy. He gripped you so tightly you felt eternally his, scratched your nails against the post as pleasure overridded all your senses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sir, please!” You begged, feeling an impending orgasm. “I’ll cum right here, holy fuck.”

You felt the evil man smirk against your sex, biting back. “Didn’t I tell you to stop cussing with me, Y/N? And cum all you want, I’ve been wanting to shut you up with my tongue since the day you defied me.”

Grunting with frustration, you nearly sighed again before Jimin ripped himself away from you, regaining his full height.

Immediately, he attached to your shoulder for feverish kisses, peppering them across your skin as you heard his belt unbuckle, sanity abandoning your mind. Your cunt inadvertently clenched, ready to be full of him.

Once his zipper unzipped, his hand no doubt curling around his erect shaft, you couldn’t help but take a shot at him. “Guess this is where… I get disciplined, hm?”

Jimin breathed a sexy chuckle, and his body was pressed against yours, voice rugged and smooth in your ear. “You have no idea.”

When Jimin pushed into you, you swear stars freckled the back of your eyelids. The rain made everything so much more intense, beating down on your intimately tangled bodies as Jimin carefully inserted himself. He cradled your stomach closely, steadily inching inside of you as he breathed unevenly.

Your tight heat caused him to groan deeply, and your shaky, raspy moan echoed outside. He slid inside you with ease, your walls slick with your cum. Jimin used his foot to gently push your legs more open on the floor, widening your entrance for him.

When he reached the end of you, a heady moan erupted from your agape mouth. “Fuck-!”

“Holy fucking god…” Jimin groaned, hot breaths fanning across your neck. “Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.”

The man shuddered as he pulled out of you, nice and slow, practically tasting the desire of your walls, before stuffing himself inside your warm sex. Your vision blurred, ecstasy leaking into your veins as he began pumping into you from behind, pussy palpitating with need.

Your moans were high-pitched and unabashed, a hand of yours flying against the hand Jimin pressed into your stomach. He immediately laced your fingers together and started accelerating his thrusts, fucking into you from behind as his masucline, grunting sounds spilled into your ear, his wet body rubbing against yours.

The passion ignited you, his impressive length sliding in and out of your sex, his hips smacking against your ass as he pounded into you. Your unoccupied hand slid into his hair, lustfully tugging at the strands as his lips worshipped your neck, sucking deep enough to leave dark, possessive hickies.

His palm closed around your breast, groping and kneading as much as it pleased you. Jimin fucked you harder as your noises heightened, nearing a crescendo as he cleverly pumped into your frontal walls, stroking your g-spot.

Your clit was throbbing and engorged, breathy and restless as your orgasm approached, sending you into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Sir, fuck!” He accelerated faster, harder, rougher as your climax bubbles inside you, burning brighter and brighter and brighter as your mentor delivered hard and quick thrusts, losing himself.

“Y/N…” Jimin moaned, gliding his hand around your breast up your neck. He caged its sides possessively, holding your body in place as fucked you vigirously, his control off the rails. “Your warm, wet pussy… it’s driving me insane.”

His thick, raspy voice made you whimper, unweaving your fingers from his hair and clutching his hips behind you, tugging him towards your palpitating hole as it begged for more. “Sir, fuck… harder, harder!”

Within seconds, Jimin was pulling out of you, causing you to whine at the loss of his addictive warmth, only for him to slam your back against the pillar and slide himself right back in. He gripped your thigh and pried you wide open, hugging your leg to his side. He fucked you wildly just like that, lips hovering just above yours as his eyes adjusted to your whimpering face.

He fucked you deeply like that, intimately, his strokes sensual and unforgiving. He tucked your soaked hair behind your ear as he packed your lips, his delicious groans filtering onto your lips as rain coated your heated bodies.

“Sir… my clit.” You begged him, practically on the verge of tears. You were right there, and all you needed was the last push to reach the finish line. Jimin shuddered out a groan, peppering your lips with sweet whispers.

“Of course.”

Jimin’s rough, masucline hands gripped the back of your thighs, and you immediately followed suit. You lept into his arms, his dick falling out of your slick sex in the process. But your back pressed against the pillar behind you, breaths ragged and heavy.

“Grab me and put me back inside.” Jimin commanded, kissing you sensually as you reached between your hot bodies, and stuffed Jimin within your hungry walls again.

You swallowed him whole, smothering the man’s delicious length as he began fucking you again, reiving his primal pace as he pounded up into you, jackhammering into your goddamn cervix like this.

You bounced on his cock now, moaning into each other’s agape mouths, raining gliding down your impassioned bodies as his abdoomen rubbed against your engorged clit. A high-pitched moan spilled out of you, digging into his skin as your climax ebbed inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re breathtaking.” Jimin blurted out, his faded eyes revealing his overwhelming lust.

“Shit, Sir… you’re big, so fucking big.” You wailed, nails scraping deeply into his wet back as your orgasm approached, teetering on the edge. Jimin’s lips flew to your neck, sucking fresh hickies onto your empyrean skin. You couldn’t help but moan into his ear, thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, white hot energy bundling inside you.

He bounced you relentlessly, cupping your ass for support as his tongue explored your skin. You clutched him desperately, riding up against his body until your pleasure simmered deliciously, coiling and twisting your insides until it burst into a firework of colours.

Once again, you climaxed with a scream of Jimin’s name, clamping down on his walls hard enough that Jimin grunted, his cock dangerously throbbing inside you. He sounded as if he were in pain, barely hanging on.

“Tell me where to cum,” he struggled out, his breaths uneven, eyes squeezed shut. “Y/N, show me.”

So overcome by your orgasm and sheer, raw lust, you crashed your lips onto his, indulging in a messy, teethy, sloppy kiss as your hand tapped against your slit. “On me,” you whispered, between fiery kisses and your pulsing walls. “On my pussy, Sir.”

Without being told twice, Jimin returned your kiss tenfold as he gripped you and delivered such powerful, earth-shattering thrusts that it was almost tormenting, but the good kind. He absolutely battered your pussy until he grew hot and throbbing and pulled out, heaps of his seed releasing over your tight heat.

He grunted loudly as his white, pearly cum painted you, the feeling of his semen dripping from you utterly satisfying.

You both breathed heavily, eyelids half-masted and blissed out. Jimin’s head fell against your sternum as you hugged him to you, fingers lightly massaging his scalp. He seemed to relax at that, caught in ignorant bliss, before the sound of his chiming laugh filtered into your ears.

You furrowed your brows, pulling back to peer at him. “Why… are you laughing?”

Jimin lifted his face, and his eyes danced with wicked playfulness, a gorgeous grin plastered on his handsome face. “So… thinking about leaving my lessons now?”

Recalling the joke, you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh even Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at. “Never, ever leaving.”

#jimin smut #jimin angst #jimin fanfic #thebtswritersclub #kwritersworldnet #btswritingcafe #clubzerooclock #bangtansorciere #ksmutclub #bangtanarmynet #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts jimin #jimin x reader #bts x reader #park jimin #jimin imagine #fic: cherry blossoms

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star-my · 12 days

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BTS Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr (i)

These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.

~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (ii)~ ~Recs (iii)~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete. Most are BTS x (F!)Reader.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk! | Shoutout to @ggukkiereads who does an amazing job creating rec lists, which helped me find many of these fics

OT7/Multi

☆ BTS Reactions by @dreamescapeswriting | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @btsjfans | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @bulletproofwhalien | NSFW + SFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @salvejoon | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @sunshine-and-bangtan | SFW + NSFW |

☆ Desperado Series by @heartbeatan | Mafia AU | PJM + JJK + KTH (in progress) | 60-160k(+) each

☆ The Company series by @btsmakesmehappy | Agent AU | 25-37k(+) each (in progress)

☆ Mafia BTS Reactions by @ninetailedfoxmanchi | Mafia AU (+Yandere AU) |

☆ #CodeBTS series by @yminie | Mafia AU | 1-12k each

Kim Namjoon

☆ The Ghost in Apartment 1403 series by @notsoguiltykpop | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Roommate AU? | ?k

☆ beauty & the bookworm by @jungshookz | E2L Library AU, Uni AU | 20k

☆ la vie en bonsai by @jungshookz | S2F2L Neighbours AU, Baker AU | 38k

☆ The Seven Nights series by @theunknowncryptid | SMAU, Mafia AU | 13k

☆ real magic by @heretobbtstrash | S2F2L Single Parent AU, Coffee Shop AU, Coworkers AU | 17k

Kim Seokjin

☆ {Unavailable}

Min Yoongi

☆ Take One by @untaemedqueen | Pornstar AU | 24k

☆ The Deal series by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ suit & tie by @jungshookz | CEO AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, PA AU | 21k + drabbles

☆ hellish by @jungshookz | E2L Demon AU, Roommate AU | 22k

☆ strike a chord by @snackhobi | S2L Pianist AU, Bar AU | 16k

☆ straight shooter by @snackhobi | F2L/E2L Cyberpunk AU, Dystopian AU | 14k

☆ devil with the mint hair series by @theharrowing | E2FWB Brother's BFF AU, Stoner AU | 11k+

☆ a wager of lords and love by @hisunshiine | S2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 7k

☆ daechwita by @chemicalpink | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 10k

☆ stay by @luffles424 | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 3k

☆ daechwita by @se0kie | Daechwita AU | 4k

☆ make me proud by @moonscriptsx | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 6k

☆ by its cover by @kittae | S2L Cat Dad AU | 2k

☆ misfortunately, yours by @sor-vette | S2F2L Dark Fae AU, Dark Fantasy AU | 32k

☆ mixtape by @jungblue | F2L Uni AU, Radio AU | 15k

☆ cyberslut by @kimnjss | SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ alive aha fxck by @softyoongiionly | F2L Neighbours AU, Vampire AU | 43k

☆ a brew of wings by @inkedtae | S2F2L Dragon AU, Witch AU | 10k

☆ fury of their scales by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife | Dragon AU | 18k

☆ inheritance series by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 21k

☆ tuxedo series by @whatifyoulivelikethat | Cat(-shifter?) AU, Roommates AU | ft JJK | 49k+

☆ Assuage series by @btsqualityy | Omegaverse AU, Werewolf AU | ?k

☆ show by @httpjeon | Pw/oP ft BTS | 2k

☆ drip by @here2bbtstrash | Pw/oP | 5k

Jung Hoseok

☆ midnight confessions by @snackhobi | BFF2L Coworkers AU, Office AU, Buzzfeed Unsolved AU | 27k

☆ the bride of ashmedai by @jeonggukingdom | Demon AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 13k

Park Jimin

☆ The Bird Cage series + The Lion's Den series by @untaemedqueen | S2L Mafia AU | ?k

☆ Set It Off series by @btsqualityy | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ the hunt by @httpjeon | Shifter AU, Fantasy AU | 8k

☆ lovebug by @httpjeon | Hybrid AU | 12k

Kim Taehyung

☆ Pied Piper by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU, Established Relationship AU | 10k

☆ maybe i do series by @chateautae | Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 410k + drabbles

☆ kinda hot by @kimnjss | BFF2L SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ nip it in the bud by @opaljm | Brother's BFF AU, Piercing AU | 10k

☆ heatwave series by @curly-bangtan | F2L Roommate AU | 12k

☆ under the covers by @jessikahathaway | Agent AU | 23k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ heavy lifting by @snackhobi | Coworkers AU | 13k

☆ Miss Vagabond by @bubblesuga | F2L Gamer AU | 8k

☆ blizzard by @curly-bangtan | S2L Roommates AU | 16k

☆ Sparkle by @btsmosphere | F2L Roommates AU | 3k

☆ Hands-On Learning series by @ladyartemesia | Uni AU | 5k

☆ kiss it better by @jincherie | Uni AU, Sports AU, Cheer AU | 12k

☆ ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Uni AU | ft MYG + KTH | 20k

☆ tell me your secrets (i'm all ears) by @jinpire | Uni AU, Hybrid AU | 7k

☆ under the bridge by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 11k

☆ Swipe right by @ppersonna | BFF2L Tinder AU | 9k

☆ overtime by @cupofteaguk | CEO AU, Office AU, PA AU, Coworkers AU | 12k

☆ I won't stop you series by @imsarabum | Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, CEO AU, PA AU | ?k

☆ life eternal by @jungkookiebus | Fae AU | 9k

☆ hotter than hell series by @chateautae | Demon AU | 136k

☆ Hellblazer series by @jungkookiebus | Demon AU, Constantine AU | ?k

☆ agent of love series by @ppersonna | SMAU, Agent AU | ?k+

☆ strawberry kisses series by @kimnjss | SMAU, Brother's BFF AU, Tinder AU | ?k

☆ drag me down (to hell) series by @kimvtae | Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 58k (abandoned)

☆ Concealed Weapon by @gimmesumsuga | Mafia AU, Husband AU | 10k

☆ hate sex by @yeoreos | FWB Pw/oP | 4k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @bonvoyagenoona

☆ @chateautae

☆ @flowerwrites06

☆ @here2bbtstrash

☆ @hollyhomburg

☆ @icyhobi

☆ @jjungkookislife

☆ @jungshookz

☆ @justcallmenikki7

☆ @kpopfanfictrash

☆ @ladyartemesia

☆ @luxekook

☆ @magicalsalamander

☆ @yminie

☆ @yoonia

#bts fic recs #group: bts #type: fic #i think i did a pretty good job of hiding my yoonkook bias if i do say so myself :]

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darkjimxn · 2 months

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Chapter 1: Pilot

Pairing: Reader x OT7 (Choose Your Own)

Genre: Magic School au, mystery, angst

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: domestic abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses

University sucked.

It hadn’t even started yet, but you could already tell what your fate at this new school would be. You stood in the front courtyard, staring at the building in front of you while its gleaming 24-karat gold gates blocked you from making the escape you so desperately desired. An enormous clocktower cast a shadow on your form, embellished to the tip with rich architecture and topped with a long, probably gold, spire. Even the grass you stood on was lush and cut to perfection, no blemish in sight.

You weren’t a fan.

Everything in your vicinity screamed of pride, yet you saw nothing to be proud of. Just the elite trying to flaunt their wealth in each other’s faces, desperate to be seen as the most affluent. You’d witnessed this game so much growing up, that the glittering golds and sparkling reds did nothing to faze you anymore.

What you truly wished for was to be anywhere but here, in this courtyard full of students you would have to learn alongside starting today. Coming to this school was no decision of your own and you hated being forced into things.

But… a part of you couldn’t help thinking that maybe this was better. You knew that ultimately it was your tragic mood that was dampening your outlook on this school and, although it wasn’t exactly the best place in the world for you, it was definitely better than what you had before. Maybe you should be grateful for being thrown here, a place that finally allowed you to get away from-

“Hah!”

Your thoughts came to a sudden halt as you heard the sound of a new commotion brewing amongst a small group of students. At first, you thought they were just noisily playing around, but once you took in the scene properly, you realised that you were wrong.

A group of about three students stood a few metres away from you, laughing altogether as they pointed at something on the ground. They all wore the same uniform as the one you were wearing, with a mixture of maroon, brown, and off-white topped off with a gold emblem in the shape of the academy’s logo pinned to their chest.

When your gaze dropped, you noticed a guy lying on the floor between them, his arms propping himself into a sitting position as his eyes stayed fixed on the floor. He was also in the academy’s uniform, with a light brown fringe that did a poor job of hiding a pair of bright purple eyes. The rest of his hair was covered by a maroon beanie, as if he were trying to hide as much of himself as possible. Aside from that, you could only make out the slope of his nose and plush lips.

You waited for the guy, who had clearly been pushed to the ground, to get back up and give them a piece of his mind. But instead he stayed put, with his head held low and gaze straying from the eyes of the group of three towering over him. His apparent shyness only made the students laugh more as they realised he probably wasn’t going to retaliate.

The sigh that escaped your lips was heavy. You’d think university-aged students would act a little more mature and not like high school bullies who shoved kids in lockers for fun. But then again, these kids were the children of the elite and wealthy. It’s not like they’d be getting taught any great lessons from their families…

You debated if you should step in and tell them off. The guy didn’t seem like he was going to start defending himself and the students clearly weren’t going to stop after realising that. Everyone else seemed engrossed in their own conversations as they waited for the first class’ bell to go off. Which left you as his only hope.

If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you didn’t want to. People like him deserved a little misery from time to time and, if he wasn't even going to stand up for himself, why should you?

But being a bystander would only make you as bad as them, and as annoyed as you were by the guy, you didn’t want to be a bully.

Reluctantly, you took a step towards them. The student closest to you was a girl, clearly a foreigner, with long blonde hair and light greyish-brown eyes. She stood a step behind a guy with dark brown hair, while another boy with lighter brown hair laughed alongside him.

You decided to confront the dark-haired guy.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Despite your gaze, which had been focused on the guy, the girl stepped forward, directing her haughty eyes at you.

“Whatever I want? Who the hell are you?” She jabbed, as if you were some fly that needed to be swatted.

You couldn’t help but grimace. You didn’t want to start a fight with her considering it was clearly the guy that had pushed purple-eyes to the ground. But she seemed keen on being the one to answer, while the other two simply stared at both you and her in amusement.

Or at least the light-haired guy was staring at the drama in amusement. The dark-haired one was staring at you differently, with his eyebrows pulled together and his gaze scanning your face. You couldn’t understand why he was staring at you so intently, as if he was confused or trying to remember something.

But before you could ask him about it, the guy’s eyes suddenly widened as if something had just struck him. You watched him sputter in disbelief, and then distress.

“Wait… aren’t you…?”

He quickly turned towards the girl beside him, not even bothering to finish his sentence, “Hannah, we need to leave.”

“What?!” she screeched incredulously, “you’re going to let this stuck up brat tell us what to do?! You’re such a sorry excuse for a man, Jihoon!”

Despite the jab, Jihoon grabbed her arm, bowing towards you in the process.

“We are so sorry about this, please forgive us.”

He grabbed the other guy too and started dragging them both away, bickering relentlessly with a livid Hannah.

“What the hell, Jihoon?! What are you, a coward?!”

“Shut up! Do you know who she is?! She could ruin our lives, idiot!”

“She’s just another student! What the hell could she possibly do?!”

“No Hannah… she’s-”

You watched the three disappear into the crowds of students milling around while you listened to their voices dissolve into the unintelligible conversations swimming through the courtyard. That left you and purple-eyes, whose position still hadn’t changed one bit despite the threat’s disappearance.

“Did they hurt you anywhere?” You asked reluctantly, voice void of any real compassion.

Instead of answering, he wordlessly pushed himself off the floor, towering over you when he stood. His gaze stayed on the ground while his broad shoulders hunched slightly, as if he were trying to make himself smaller than he was. But even after a few seconds passed, his lips didn’t open. He simply continued to stare at the ground.

“Seriously?” You couldn’t help after a few beats of silence, “I just helped you and you’re not even going to say anything?”

You weren’t exactly expecting him to throw you a party and kiss the floor you walk on, you would hate to have that from him anyway, but not even a simple thank you? Was he really just going to stand there and ignore your presence?

Apparently so. He continued to stare at the ground, almost looking like he wanted it to swallow him whole.

You scoffed, mostly unsurprised by his lack of decency. Every day you were reminded that they were all the same, every last one of them. So were you really expecting him to be any different? You should have never involved yourself in the first place. Just standing here now was clearly a waste of your time.

So instead you turned on your heel and walked away, both grateful and annoyed when the sound of the bell rang across the courtyard.

He continued to stand in the same spot as he watched you leave angrily, guilt eating away at him with every step you took.

I’m sorry, he thought.

I’m so so sorry.

“Welcome to History of Magic 101. My name is Ms. Kari and I will be this year’s Professor.”

Ms. Kari continued to introduce herself to the class as you sat quietly in the lecture hall. She was dressed as professionally as a Professor would, with a knee-length black coat over a light grey knitted sweater, black dress pants, and black slip-on shoes. She let her blonde mid-length hair fall freely on her shoulders while her greyish-green eyes were framed by a pair of silver-wired glasses. It was clear she was a foreigner.

Of course you knew all foreigners weren’t related, but distantly you still wondered if she was related to Hannah.

The first day of classes were obviously filled with long and boring introductions, ones that you barely paid any interest to. So instead you let your gaze roam around the large hall, taking in the multiple students sitting alongside you curiously. There weren’t many, only around 20 from what you could guess.

As you continued to check out the students, you caught sight of the guy from earlier, his maroon beanie standing out in the sea of varying hair colours. The view of his face was enough to make your blood simmer once again, so you quickly turned to the other side of the class.

Unfortunately, that proved to be a worse decision as a more familiar face caught your attention.

Kim Namjoon.

You could recognise that dirty blonde hair, and even dirtier smirk, anywhere. His father was a good friend of your dad’s, so you were pretty well-acquainted at this point. The dude had the biggest god-complex you’d ever encountered and was an absolute sore to look at. Sure his face was half-decent, but the dirty blonde comb-over fade was like the cherry on top to his disaster of a personality.

He seemed to be paying attention to the lecture intently as he fervently scribbled down the Professor’s words into a thick notebook. You wanted to laugh at his concentration. Did he really think focusing on an introductory lecture was going to help him in any way? How stupid of him.

“So in that case, can I get two volunteers? Don’t be shy, it’s only for a fun activity. I promise,” you caught the Professor ask near the end of her introduction.

You weren’t surprised when you watched Namjoon’s arm raise instantly. He may have been an arrogant jerk, but he was also the biggest suckup you’d ever met. You were sure it was why your father loved him so much.

“Wonderful! Anyone else?” Professor Kari exclaimed, scanning the group of students.

As annoying as goody-two-shoes here was… the teacher would definitely appreciate active participation on the first day of school. And as conflicted as you were about this place, you still had to do well here.

So you raised your hand, earning a pleased smile from the Professor.

“I’m so glad to see such initiative in the first year,” she exclaimed, “alright, please make your way onto the podium and face each other.”

You and Namjoon did as you were told, standing in front of each other as the Professor walked back to her desk and opened the drawer. Namjoon’s calculating gaze fell on you as he faced you with pure confidence. You could even see a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey Y/N,” he finally said in that conceited voice he always used, “it’s been a while.”

God was he annoying… But you smiled at the chance to destroy his ego.

The Professor walked back from her desk, placing a big red button between the two of you. It hovered in the air, as if there were an invisible table under it. No doubt the doings of some kind of magic.

“Now the activity is quite simple,” she explained, her eyes darting to the wall clock for a moment, “I will ask three simple questions related to the history of magic. Whoever presses the button first gets to answer the question and whoever answers two questions correctly gets extra credit. Is that understood?”

The two of you nodded eagerly as you felt the air fill with competitive tension. The rest of the students looked just as eager, focusing intently on the two of you as they wondered who of the pair would grab the winner’s title.

“First question,” the Professor began, “how many times has the magic community been discovered by non-magic users?”

A smirk tugged at your lips as you managed to smash the button first, loving the way Namjoon’s expression immediately morphed into frustration.

“In the past, the magic community has been discovered three times: once in 1782, then again in 1820, and then lastly in 1999. Each time, the magic community was able to purge the memories of the non-magic users to make sure the magic community remained a secret once again.”

The Professor's eyes lit up at your explanation, “that’s correct! I’m impressed that you know the dates as well!”

A small smirk played at your lips as you stared smugly at Namjoon, who simply rolled his eyes in response. Professor Kari, completely oblivious to your charades, continued.

“Moving onto the next question: when was the famous Tree of Life first discovered?” She asked.

Your hand moved rapidly, only to stall when Namjoon’s fist slammed onto the button before you could. It was his turn to smirk now, and he wasted no time in sending one your way.

“The Tree of Life is known to be an enormous source of magic and was discovered by Park Bogum in 1738.” he answered quickly. He didn’t need any confirmation as to whether he was right or not, he was already well aware of his accuracy.

“I must say, my expectations for this class have definitely risen because of the two of you. I wasn’t expecting such precise answers,” she said, a little surprised, “but with the class almost ending, we should probably move onto the last question.”

The last question… you had to get this one if you wanted to win against Namjoon because there was no way you were going to lose to this smug bastard. His face revealed equal determination to yours, though his may have been just slightly placated by his arrogance. You bet he didn’t even think he could lose, much less was going to.

Your classmates all leaned forward in their seats, eager to discover who would break the tie despite the fact that you barely even knew them. The tension had clearly thickened, and only one of you would be leaving this place with bragging rights.

“When was Elitist Academy created, and for what reason?”

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writersrealmbts · 5 months

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We Could Be: (Home) 34

Posting Date: 11/20/2023

Wordcount: (1,491)

Tags: Magic Au, Ot7 bts, werewolves, werecats, vampires, nymphs, magic users, etc.

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Seokjin looked over the others with worry gnawing at his stomach.

Taehyung and Yoongi were still shifted, which meant they weren’t really ready to be human yet, which meant Seokjin hadn’t been able to explain what he had in mind yet.

Already the stone around them seemed to be vibrating with this idea of pleasing him. Of bending to his will.

This cave was old, and thrumming with magic. Magic older than most people.

“Hyung, you look nervous,” Namjoon whispered, sitting down beside him.

Seokjin sighed and reached out, rubbing Namjoon’s neck. “Just…trying not to get antsy while we wait for the other two to…get in better headspace.”

Namjoon nodded, leaning into the touch.

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btsgreyvibes · 2 years

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I would like to discuss Magic AU/mythical creature AU ft mermaid Jungkook. Soooo have some ramblings and ideas about mermaid Jungkook and some ot7 vibes ❤️

Bts has the unique issues of all being very rare, powerful, etc.

Seokjin is a dragon

Yoongi is phoenix

Hoseok is a kitsune

Namjoon is a vampire

Jimin is a witch

Taehyung is a werewolf

Jungkook is mermaid

Mermaids are rare and everything about them is otherworldly.

Most mermaids rarely venture too far from ocean depths due to how vulnerable they become. No one is even sure how many mermaids are out there due to the reclusive behavior.

Mermaid tears are pearls and worth a lot of money. Scales can be used in potions or crushed up in healing salves. Blood can add an extra layer of defense when added to curses.

Mermaids are pretty fucking terrifying but only in water. They're comparable to snakes with tails that are all muscle, powerful and quick.

They're not violent creatures but they're notorious for wrapping their tails around someone and drowning them, or using their tails for bone breaking hits when aggravated. Their scales are hard to cut or damage and once they get you in the water it's over.

On land they're pretty weak compared to the other creatures.

They can see well in the dark since they have to be able to see in deep and murky waters.

They've got small, sharp teeth. Nothing at all really when compared to some of the other mythical creatures but more than enough to take the scales off fish and get the meat between small bones or help defend themselves.

They tend to run cold, which is good while in deep waters but they can get cold easily on land.

Small amounts of water don't force a shift, it's based more on physical and emotional state. However sometimes water can make scales pop up where it hits skin. For example, standing out in the rain won't force a shift but scales will form on the legs. A full shift would only happen if it was desired or the mermaid was too exhausted to keep it from happening.

Switching back and forth takes time and energy.

Tails have to be let out occasionally or they dry out. Tails that aren't released or able to be in water every few days will becomes very painful. The scales crack and dry out, the muscles get stiff and tight, the skin under the scales will get infected and bleed. It can cause fever, weight loss, depression, infection, etc. Mermaids that don't take care of their tails properly run the risk of becoming emotionally or physically exhausted quicker and shifting unwillingly in an unsafe place or somewhere undesirable.

Mermaids are one of the magical species most often taken and sold as pets or worse.

~ Mermaid Jungkook ~

Jungkook is beautiful even before they get to see him shifted. Even before they knew what he was.

He keeps it pretty private, they didn't even know until everything he wanted them to know.

His tail is beautiful, strong and honestly bigger than they had imagined. It's a mix of watercolors in dark green and deep blues that make them think of old paintings of the the sea. There are brushings of gold dust here and there, some of the scales even completely golden.

Most scales are on his tail but sometimes they form on his pulse points when he's in unfamiliar waters or anxious. The best though is when they get him to blush when he's got his tail out, pink and peach scales blooming on his cheeks before disappearing right after as he darts under the water.

Seokjin is very clear that all of the pearls from Jungkook's tears are his. He's actually pretty vicious about making sure he gets them all, smoke curling out of his mouth and sharp teeth peaking out if he thinks someone is trying to take one. Tears are important to mermaids, almost like a part of themselves. Jungkook cries a lot but that doesn't make the tears any less special and knowing Seokjin has them all tucked away is a huge comfort.

Hoseok tucks Jungkook under his arm when he starts showing signs of getting chilled. He loves to nuzzle the mermaid until he's warm and his muscles have relaxed again. If they're somewhere with room than Hoseok will let his tails out and keep Jungkook wrapped up in them. He hates getting his fur wet but sometimes Jungkook gets out of the water and Hoseok can't say no to him, using his tails to help dry off the scales until it's warm skin again.

Taehyung is the one most likely to get into the water with Jungkook, human or shifted, to get out any extra energy. Werewolves and mermaids are both heavy influenced by the moon so some nights Taehyung will go back and forth between running the forest and avoiding Jungkook's splashes when he gets close enough. They always end up exhausted and curled up somewhere together by the time the sun rises.

Jimin learns to spell any water to salt water. While Jungkook can swim in fresh water or very briefly splash around in some chemical treated waters, salt water is best. Jungkook loves to get Jimin in the water with him, strong tail holding both of them up while Jimin clings to Jungkook as he darts around. He also charms one of Jungkook's earrings to let them know if it's been too long since he's shifted.

Namjoon indulges Jungkook when he gets the urge to swim at night, none of them comfortable with their youngest going out alone. He gets used to the careful poking that wakes him up and big eyes pleading with him for just a few minutes please hyung? He likes the way the water looks in the dark and how quiet Jungkook can be when he wants, soundless through the water. It's their time and as soon as Jungkook is done he'll settle in Namjoon's lap still soaking wet and practically purr in affection.

Yoongi likes to help with his scales, making sure they're all healthy and strong. He soothes any broken ones or painful spots from where Jungkook wasn't able to shift for awhile. In return, Jungkook loves to comb through Yoongi's feather, carefully preening them and just running his hands through them. He's warm in a way that's different than Hoseok, more of a soothing warmth than an active heat but Jungkook loves to curl up with him too.

Mermaids have lots of accomodations they need to be healthy and flourish. The others never give him any reason to feel guilty but he knows that sometimes it causes a lot of inconvenience. It becomes nonegotiable though after they found him curled up in a too small shower crying and tail a painful mess where laid limply across the floor. It was a combination of Jungkook keep quiet too long on what he needs and most people not being knowledgeable on what mermaids need to thrive. It's not a mistake they make again.

He always makes sure to cry his prettiest tears for Seokjin, happy tears always shine the brightest and he drops them right in Seokjin's lap. If he sheds one of his gold scales and it's in good shape he gives it to him as well. They're all kept in a small box and still smell like salt when Seokjin carefully goes through them to make sure they're all there.

Every lost scale, that's not gold because those are Seokjin's, goes to Jimin. Mermaid scales are rare and powerful when in the hands of the right witch, a great base for potions or ground up to be mixed into healing salve. Mermaid blood is also incredibly rare but Jimin doesn't like to keep that on hand, occasionally though Jungkook can save some and give it to him though. Jimin would never ask for any of it but he's always grateful and makes to let Jungkook know where everything went and what it was used for.

Namjoon is endless with his questions and Jungkook likes to sit down and answer everything he can. Every magical creature has blood that tastes slightly different, can provide different things when a vampire drinks it but mermaid blood is one of the sweeter ones. Jungkook is always happy to bare his neck or wrist when Namjoon gets a little too pale.

Jungkook doesn't have any siren blood in him but he's more than happy to help Hoseok lure in people for his tricks. Mermaids aren't usually associated with malicious behavior or elaborate tricks but Hoseok's tails burn a little hotter everytime he gets Jungkook to join in and that alone is worth it. Hoseok nips at him with big, sharp fangs and Jungkook playfuly returns it with the small, sharp teeth of a mermaid. He lets the fox soothe over the mark with his tongue in warm swipes, the faintest taste of blood passed between them when they kiss.

Taehyung is a great hunter when shifted and loves a good chase but Jungkook likes to spoil him by tossing fish to him when he can. Taehyung howls happily each time, shape teeth cracking through meat and bone easily. Werewolves are big on scent and mermaids aren't necessarily as in tune to itbut Jungkook has a good nose and is more than happy to indulge the wolf in cozy scent marking sessions that smell like earth and sea.

Yoongi has periods of times where he sleeps for days. The modern phoenix doesn't burn to ash anymore, most just need a period of time where they can basically hibernate and recover without going through the whole process of rebirth. Jungkook likes to sleep with him, his own instincts getting sleepy in the dark, cool room Yoongi uses for those days. The sea has deep, dark, cool places where less energy used is best and Jungkook doesn't need to sleep for days the same way Yoongi does but it's nice. Yoongi loves to wake up with someone, happy trills as he nudges Jungkook awake next to him, occasionally the phoenix letting his wings out to cover them up like their own world.

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peppermint gum, m | jjk | savor...

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

It’s impossible to fall in love when you’re already in love. And Jeon Jungkook was in love. Helplessly. But what could he do? Time passed. The world became tasteless to his eyes. All he could do was hold onto the crisp and intense color of those memories, remember her words, and wonder where she was now. Savor, and burst forth.

this is part i | click here for part ii | total wc: 25.6k

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; this story contains parental child abuse - child neglect and abandonment; sloooow burn; mild alcohol consumption; hardcore pining JK; angst and fluff and feels; (in part ii) smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamic, so much kissing, hair pulling, scratching / marking. grinding, choking, m-receiving oral, finger sucking, fingering, nipple play, m-masturbation, thigh riding, edging, penetrative sex, doggy, multiple orgasms); shifts back and forth between Jungkook’s POV and your POV; from lovers-to-strangers-to-lovers again :)

non-idol!AU; pining!Jungkook x noona!reader — ft JK's helpful? friends Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin; reader's close friend and talented guitarist, Kang Hyungu (ONEWE's Kanghyun if you want to see his appearance, hehe, same personality); JK has all his piercings and has hair (lol) had to be broken up into two parts bc it is 25k words, rip

“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll forget you?”

Those last words rang in his head, accompanied by her smile.

“Your mind might forget me, but the body always remembers.”

He wanted her to be wrong. But, of course, she wasn’t. Life wasn’t so kind. Life wasn’t so kind to give him a dramatic ending. Rather, it was a calm one of slow decay where he gradually learned to not miss her anymore. No ill feelings. Just helplessness. He had wanted her to be his morning, his afternoon, his night. She didn’t. He had been younger then. He had thought he could change what was already written.

She had done the right thing, actually.

Years past. The memories became a blur with everything else. Everyone else – between nights and bodies and the feeling of not quite right. Searching but not knowing what he was looking for so he cut them off just as he had been cut off. It hurt, of course, but not as much as it would have if he had let it drag on. Maybe that was what he had learned from that time.

He forgot to miss her.

But he still thought of her and wondered where she was now.

Tattoos, piercings, and countless hours at the gym later. Running. Life an endless loop despite the differences. Nowadays, he was making an effort to hang out with his friends more, not just for birthdays or online games, but socializing at in-person events that he still wasn’t very good at. Becoming older meant drifting apart since they didn’t have those common places to mingle in anymore, so it was important to put in the effort. If he wanted to improve in talking to people more casually, well, he should at least put himself in those opportunities, right?

Right.

Running.

Always running.

Sometimes, when he was in the dark surrounded by people and with just the right amount of alcohol in his system, he missed her terribly, but he couldn’t remember what standing next to her was even like.

Other times, he completely forgot she used to like this type of tea or that kind of snack. These details faded into the background, only to return to him in disorienting dreams and half-realities.

And most of the time, he forgot.

In between hands and lips and legs, he felt the rush. The exhilaration. Lust. He could make magic in the bedroom. Wasn’t that what it was all about? Wasn’t it all about the chase between two? Wasn’t love about strangers becoming forever-afters? Wasn’t it? He didn’t know anything about that when he was younger. Right. How could that be love?

Maybe.

Maybe he just forgot.

The spark always died so fast. It must have been not quite right.

She must have forgotten him too, by now.

When Jeon Jungkook saw her again, he hadn’t expected it at all.

It was at a nightclub concert. Loud and obnoxious and full of infectious energy. A friend of his was a singer of the band that was going onstage next. Currently, there was alternative rock band vibing with the crowd, singing songs that no one knew but spoke to feelings everyone understood. Breakup lyrics to sweetheart melodies. He was enjoying himself, but not paying much attention. In a split second, he had whipped his head around because one of his friends was playfully flicking the back of his hair, being an idiot, and then he saw her at the edge of the stage. Right there. He almost didn’t think it was her at first, but his eyes recognized that face right away, even amidst the chocolate smokey eye and cherry lip stain. He almost looked away, not wanting to stare at a now-stranger, but his body froze when she smiled, remembering the way his heart fluttered when those past-lover-now-stranger’s eyes sparkled with mischief when she smiled.

That couldn’t have been love, right?

He couldn’t remember.

Was she more beautiful than before or had helplessness desaturated his memory?

She was cheerfully speaking to someone. A young man who had cerulean hair. His undercut was dyed a gradient purple. Taller than her, with broad shoulders. Black t-shirt and tight jeans showing off a built body. He lingered near her the same way a cat stayed by its owner. She shook her head at him and said something. The man chuckled despite a demeanor full of nervousness. She handed him his purple electric guitar and pushed him, motioning him to interact with the band standing offstage. Oh, that was right. His singer friend had mentioned that their actual guitarist was out taking care of his grandmother. They had to call someone to fill in on short notice.

It was clear, by the instrument, that this was the fill in.

The young man trotted over to the band and introduced himself. He was meant with open arms and gracious bows that left him flustered and shaking his head.

Jeon Jungkook looked away, not wanting her to see him.

Would she know it was him?

He glanced at her again during the break for the band change. She was standing at the side, not too close to the wall but not too far. Could be noticed right away, because she was not drinking and because she was alone. Simply standing there. Almost regal even in a tight white crop top and hip-hugging black trousers. The thick black strap of her sling bag had a large plush keychain dangling by her waist. A tuxedo cat with a tangerine on its head. She didn’t seem bothered to be alone with no one to speak to. She also held onto a big, thick, black leather jacket. Folded and tucked in her arms. Could be hers.

Could also not be.

She was smiling in the direction of the substitute guitarist. Jungkook caught a shared gaze between them. She gave the man a thumbs up. He returned the smile, albeit awkwardly. A wordless exchange. Two people who knew each other very well. The lights dimmed. An announcement was made and cheers erupted around him.

But Jungkook was in the dark, surrounded by people, with not enough alcohol in his system to place the emotion he was feeling right now.

He looked to the stage as the spotlights returned to the stage, lighting up the band and his friend, but his mind held onto the image he had just now seen. Something about her makeup, with the striking eyeliner and black-cherry tinted lips. His own lips tingled, remembering the taste of a kiss from years ago.

A bright and refreshing flavor, so strong that it had seemed to last for hours after.

He was not self-centered or bitter enough to call her an ex-girlfriend. It had been a crisp and intense connection but, in retrospect, the time had been short. Fast and in a rush. The kind of love that made his skin prickle and his heart race. There had been no way to know how long it would last. There had been no comparison to realize that that love could be as fleeting as it was powerful.

A peppermint gum love.

Ah, what was he going on like this for? Maybe she didn’t want to be bothered. Maybe she wouldn’t want to see a ghost of her past. Maybe she didn’t even remember him. Jungkook knew he looked very different now. Back then, he had been a lot more worried about being presentable to everyone. Now, he was old enough to know he couldn’t and didn’t have to please everyone. He could wear loose clothes even if he worked out to look toned the way he wanted. He could get those lip piercings even if people told him eight ear piercings was already too many and adding two more on the right side of his lower lip was overdoing it. He could get a sleeve of colorfully dark tattoos and maybe consider getting more if he really wanted, even if some people found it tacky or not to their taste.

Well.

As long as he had the money for it, anyway.

He tried to discern how she was looking at the young man playing guitar, but Jungkook couldn’t figure out if it was the same expression that she had given him all those years before. He couldn’t remember.

His mind couldn’t remember.

But.

There was an interlude mid-act. He had made up his mind. He excused himself from his friends, mumbling the excuse of the bathroom. It was nerve-wracking to cut himself away from that safety. He didn’t have to do this. There was no ill feeling.

Just helplessness.

He moved through the crowd, winding between the people. Right there. There was so much noise. Conversations. Laughter. Drunken bickering. But all he could hear was silence. Bodies pushed up against him, bumping into him by accident, mumbling out apologies. But all he could feel was the suggestion of a touch, the faded peppermint gum love, grasping for a memory that he couldn’t seem to recall.

His finger tapped her shoulder.

He just wanted to know something.

“Do you still feel the same as you did back then?”

After the hey, how have you been, after the look of recognition and half-amused smile and the flutter of his heart, after the small talk of where are you now, he asked her the question. Those things were only the precursor. The filler and fluff. The pretense to the question that had been on his mind for a long, long time now.

“About what?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

“I don’t know if you remember…” He didn’t either, actually. Remember her original words. “But you said that you didn’t think you could ever understand love. You said something like that to me a long time ago and I wonder… I wonder if that feeling has changed.”

He knew it was a strange question and yet.

He just…

Needed to know.

The shadows in her eyes became darker, impenetrable. “Sounds like something I’ve said. But, are you asking me because you think that feeling should have changed?”

He shook his head quickly. “No.” Looked at her head-on, unsure if this bravery was from alcohol or the question itself that had been lingering in his mind for so long. “I remembered what you said after all this time because…”

Hot and heavy, but ultimately forgettable nights.

Cold and bright.

Unable to last and, yet, lasted.

“Because I think now I am beginning to understand what you meant.”

There was a lot of noise around them, but he barely noticed. There was so much light, so many people around them, but this moment was a spotlight between him and the past cold brightness. The shadows in her eyes softened, no longer bristling thorns, fading into a dark forest of overlapping leaves. He couldn’t know, but he felt those eyes were different now. Darker. More decisive. And yet, in some ways she hadn’t changed at all. One of the things that he had always liked about her back then was that she always answered him seriously and wisely even if the question seemed out of the blue.

They always had an inexplicable closeness, even as strangers.

She was even more beautiful and more attractive than he remembered though.

“I lied,” she admitted with a half-smile. Was that a sparkle of mischief in her irises or was he seeing things? “I remember what I said to you. It had upset you a lot, I remember, when I said I didn’t understand love. You cried. It must have hurt you, but I couldn’t understand why back then. Back then, I said I didn’t understand love because I both didn’t want to learn and couldn’t feel it. Only the latter is true now. Or, rather, I don’t think I feel the same things that other people feel when they are with the people they love. But why do you say you’re beginning to understand that I meant?”

His body remembered the feeling of her hand on his shoulder. Now, their relations weren’t close enough for her to touch him. He didn’t remember crying but he wasn’t surprised to be told that he did. When he was younger, he had been a bit of a crybaby. Just because he didn’t recall didn’t mean it didn’t happen.

But.

His heart could still feel that deep scratch of those familiar words, even now.

“When I met you back then… I thought I knew everything about love. Love was for good people. I wanted to be a good person so I could be loved. All I had to do was become the person that people wanted to love. But then I realized I wasn’t doing the things I wanted to do, only what was expected of me. Then you told me you didn’t understand love and I, someone who wanted to be loved by you, realized I had nothing to fall back on because I was only made of others’ expectations and ideals.”

He shook his head. He did remember crying after they parted. He remembered trying to make the sadness go away. He remembered nights in beds and stumbling home to cry in the shower, feeling disconnected in the physical connection. He remembered nights alone, empty bottles and holding a shot glass of tears, feeling unable to speak about this to anyone. Lost without knowing how to be found. Doing things based on impulse because only impulses were truly his and not poisoned by the opinions of others. Laughing at the search of happiness. Above all, he had been afraid. He had been afraid to give voice to his worries because then maybe they would gain power and overtake him.

But then he remembered the person who didn’t understand love.

There was such a person that existed out there.

He wondered how she was now.

“I wanted to tell you…”

And now he knew.

“I wanted to tell you I understand now. Or… don’t. Um.”

She smiled at him.

It was not the same way as she looked at the guitarist.

“Huh, you’ve become so mature and grown up. Well, welcome to the smoke-and-mirrors of adulthood, Jeon Jungkook,” she chuckled teasingly, shaking her head. “I scarred you that bad, eh?”

“No, I didn’t mean–”

She raised a hand to stop him, waving away his apology. “No, it’s okay. I’m surprised you still remember me. And don’t hate me. A lot of them hate me.”

Your mind might forget me, but the body always remembers.

His body did remember.

“A lot of them?” he echoed, a muscle in his jaw tightening.

The faintest tick of her eyebrow. “You gonna tell me you have all these tattoos and piercings and don’t get laid?”

His heart dropped. “You don’t like them?” He blurted that a little too fast.

She laughed. “My opinion of them doesn’t really matter.”

“Yes, it does,” was his quick reply.

She paused. The shadows in her eyes swirled. He tried to discern their meaning as he stared into those dark irises but the shadows were all evasive and clever, flitting away from him playfully. When she spoke again, there was a sternness to her tone. Not scolding him. Just getting her point across.

“Answer the question of whether or not you get laid.”

Hot and heavy nights that meant nothing compared to the cold and bright scratch on his heart.

“I…”

The tips of his ears suddenly burned but maybe it was the alcohol.

“I do. But I haven’t remembered or been bothered to remember a single thing they’ve said to me,” Jungkook heard himself say and wondered where that bravery came from.

She didn’t say anything for a moment.

Then she smiled in the way that made him shiver.

“Hyungu is gonna be pissed,” she laughed as the sound of a guitar riff pierced the air.

Oh, shit.

The spotlight faded.

Everything rushed back. Sound, color, light. It suddenly became very clear that he was too far and too long gone from his friends to go back now and face them. Jungkook spun around, seeing that the crowd had packed up tightly again. To his dismay, he had no idea where his friends were. They were no longer in that little pocket they had been. Did they get closer to the stage? Had they seen where he had gone? Did one of them text him? He was afraid to pull out his phone, both in rudeness and in the possible mortifying teasing. His phone was always on silent, at least. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

He turned back.

The melody echoing behind him was sharp and bright chords followed by a soulful voice.

She had been looking at the stage but immediately caught his gaze with a surprised expression. As if she hadn’t expected him to stay once the music started. And he shouldn’t, for it was rude and intrusive and inconsiderate to stay and invade a stranger’s space any longer.

But.

“You didn’t give me an answer.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

He pulled up the sleeve of his charcoal hoodie, revealing more of his tattoos. Her eyes tracked the movement, widening in surprise at the burst of color combined with thick black outlines. She had been able to see some of them, as his sleeves had been pushed up slightly, but it was much more obvious with the cuffs to the elbows. His forearm was covered with ink and there was no sign of stopping past the black patch in his inner elbow.

He looked back at her.

For a moment, they were young again.

Haloed by music, immersed in each other. A movie in real life. Suddenly it felt worth it – worth taking the risk of being rude, intrusive, or inconsiderate. Suddenly, it felt worth rolling the die and betting double just to…

Have a taste of that peppermint flavor.

“Yes or no?” he insisted, frowning, stubbornly pushing for an answer.

Deep down, Jungkook had always hoped she was thriving, shining brighter than all the stars, because then it proved that he, someone who also felt like he didn’t understand love, could be as impactful as that sparkling smile.

The corner of her lips ticked up in amusement. “Does a stranger’s opinion matter that much? I thought you weren’t going to let the opinions of others bother you anymore.”

Are we really strangers?

He grinned. “A stranger’s opinion would be the most unbiased, right?”

Can strangers speak like the way you and I do?

She stared at him for seconds that felt like forever-ever-afters.

Then she laughed, reaching up with a graceful hand and touching her fingertips to her forehead. His breath caught his throat, suddenly flooded with memories of youth and rashness, short as it was. He could see it all in a whirlwind. Crystal clear and fleeting all at once. A perfect storm and now caught in the eye, all of his wonders and helplessness thrown to the wayside upon seeing this familiar gesture that he didn’t even know until now was familiar, realizing now just how precious it was.

She lowered her hand with a mirthful and sparkling expression.

Beckoned with a downward wave as the music swelled, dangerously close to melting into the bridge.

“Step closer. You’re in someone’s way.”

Jungkook jolted, stumbling, realizing there was a short woman with carrying three full cups of foamy, honey-colored beer looking confusedly at him.

“Oh, shit, sorry–”

Her hand touched his shoulder, directing him gently.

His body moved but his mind froze at the touch.

“Listen. This is my favorite part. I’ll tell you after.”

One moment, there was space between them.

The next, he was standing next to her.

She tapped the air, closing her eyes.

“Listen.”

He closed his eyes obediently. Took away the visual, and suddenly his world was flooded with the auditory. An intricate guitar solo to bring life to his fluttering heart blending with piano and drums flowing together. Memories flashing past, too fast to grasp onto, happiness and misery, and then the bridge came, the lyrics painting the photo of two colorless roses abandoned by the heavens.

He opened his eyes and looked at her.

Her eyes opened at the final chorus, exhaling softly. Turned her head and he could see in the shadows of her gaze that she, too, remembered their minty whirlwind of memories.

Or…

Was he just hoping for that?

She smiled.

“I love your tattoos and piercings. You suit them well. I’m glad you found your own color, Jeon Jungkook. You shine so much brighter now than you did back then.”

It was at this moment that he knew...

He fucked up.

He shouldn’t have walked over here. He shouldn’t have asked the question. He shouldn’t have stayed and continued the conversation. He shouldn’t have asked if she liked how he looked now. He should have stayed with his friends and wondered. He should have preserved in the hot and heavy instead of searching for the past of crisp and bright. He might get used to it. He might end up finding what he was looking for, whatever it was. Or, better yet, he might just forget this whole feeling and her lasting words if he never saw her smile as she spoke to him again.

But he didn’t, so that meant he really fucked up.

Pit-a-pat.

He stared at her for so long that he didn’t realize he hadn’t said anything in reply until the song ended and her expression changed, tilting her head in puzzlement. She thinks I’m insane. Say something, Jungkook! Anything! But nothing was coming to mind, as how it always was in these situations. Awesome.

“Uh…”

She smoothly interrupted his awkwardness. “Did you come with friends?” Expression neutral. “I would hate to keep you from your company for too long.”

The notable shift from more casual to formal slightly stung.

No.

Really stung.

“I… Well, honestly, I don’t know where they are,” Jungkook confessed, scanning the crowd for a moment in attempt to look for them. It was a half-assed attempt, but it was an attempt. “I think I’ll have to look for them after the show. We’re meeting up with the band to eat, I think.”

“Oh? You know them?”

He pointed awkwardly to the stage. “Ah, yeah, the lead singer… We met in high school and are in the same friend group… Well, I’ve only recently started hanging out outside again. We’ve played a lot of online games together.”

“Oh, really?” She looked back up to the stage. “In that case, do you think your friends would mind if Hyungu tagged along?” A cautious smile. “It’s just… Hyungu-ah is in a band too, but they’re on hiatus right now. A few of them are doing military service. I think he really misses that environment. I can’t really talk music with him though, I don’t know anything,” she added ruefully, shaking her head and scrunching her nose. “Sorry, that’s probably a bit much to ask you after seeing you all this time. I’m just worried about that introvert, haha.”

Oh, right. The substitute guitarist. Right, because she didn’t simply magically appear as an act of fate or red string level of storytelling in a drama. Real life wasn’t like that.

“S-Sure, we can all go together–”

She was asking him to suggest or go along with the proposition to not alienate the guy. It was clear that she cared about him. He didn’t want to see them together, but… If she became part of his friend group, he might have a reason to go out more. Maybe he was a masochist. Maybe he just wanted to see if she was happy with that guy. Maybe he…

Okay, he wanted her to be close, even if it was all futile.

She relaxed. “Ah, phew. It really did take me a while to convince him to get out of the house,” she chuckled. “It’ll be nice for him to be around people that understand his true language of music, haha. I’ll stick around just in case, but don’t worry, I’ll leave and let you guys be guys, heh.”

Wait.

What?

Jungkook blinked rapidly. “Huh? Aren’t you coming too?”

She stared back. “Huh? Why?”

He looked at her and she looked at him.

Both blank stares of confusion.

“Why wouldn’t you go with your boyfriend?” he blurted.

Invisible question marks popped up over her head. Then she jolted and jerked her head to the band, to the blue-haired guitarist tearing it up on stage with a grin, then back at Jungkook, her eyes wide. “Me? Me?” She pointed to herself quickly, half-laughing in disbelief. “Me and Kang Hyungu?”

Jungkook gawked.

She burst out laughing.

“Oh, fuck, no, no, no,” she puffed, waving her hand all over. “No, no, he’s not… Oh, sheesh, no, we’re not dating. You thought… hah, sorry, there’s a misunderstanding here, hahaha…” She flicked her hand downward as if that idea was so ridiculous that it needed to be physically slapped out of existence. “Ah, no, how can I explain…”

Huh?

Wait, didn’t she mention earlier that his Kang Hyungu was going to be angry? She did directly say, Hyungu is gonna be pissed, right after Jungkook had told her he never bothered to remember what other girls told him, which would imply… argh, this was very baffling and Jungkook found his scatterbrained thoughts spinning trying to comprehend it all.

She straightened and ticked her head to the stage. “Me and him are just friends. We’ve been friends are a long time. Sorry, I can see why you’re mistaken since I came here with him, but Hyungu-ah is the type that really doesn’t like new situations. When he got asked to fill in for another band, he wanted me to come with him, since he wouldn’t know anybody. I believe he said he only spoke to these guys a couple times at festivals and he just needed some moral support.” She grinned. “Ya know, a tough cookie in case things get tough, hehe.”

Jungkook understood but also he was confused. “O… Oh…”

She motioned away his doubts. “In his words, you’re scary, noona. I’d feel much better if you came with me. Can you believe this guy? Just admit you’re lonely.” She rolled her eyes. “Hyungu-ah is a guitar genius. He’s a music nerd. I’ve known him since…” She paused, a dark shadow casting over her eyes as she recalled the past. “I was asked to tutor him when he was in high school and I was finishing university. He was shit at math and science. I helped him pass and then I…”

And again.

That pause.

Jungkook got the feeling she wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him or not.

She shrugged. “I moved away. Then I saw his name on a poster. Turns out this nerd made his dream a reality and started that band after all.” Her expression became fond. Gentle. “I went to go see him perform. I was surprised he recognized me, actually. Hah, kinda like–”

Her gaze shifted to him.

It was as if time stopped.

She continued, clearing her throat. “Anyway, I’m not dating anyone. Definitely not Hyungu. He’s more like a little brother to me. Or I’m more like a bodyguard, heh. With only intimidation tactics. I really should work out, huh…”

He frowned. “Have you talked about him before? I would have remembered someone so important to you.”

“Nah, I think you and me was after university. When I was being a slu–” She cut herself off. “Ahem, I mean, I was young and didn’t really want to deal with, well, anything. Running from myself, so to speak.” She sighed. A little heavy. “I meant to say sorry, back then. You got caught up with my madness.”

She winked.

Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat.

“But, hey, you dodged a bullet, eh?”

He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. That burst between them wasn’t there anymore.

Right?

Wrong.

He grinned.

“Nah, I’m bulletproof.”

Something about her.

Do you feel it too?

Her gaze sharpened and she stilled, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah?”

Well.

Can’t say you expected the events of tonight to be on this year’s bingo card.

You laid in bed and scrolled through your phone, but you didn’t pay much attention to anything on the screen. On one hand, you felt a little restless leaving Kang Hyungu to fend for himself with his low alcohol tolerance. On another hand, he was a grown man and would call you in the middle of the night to pick him up if he was really fucked up. Eh, he was too much of a good boy to be irresponsible.

You chuckled to no one in particular.

You were alone, after all.

It was a miracle, really, that little Hyungu still wanted to be your friend now.

In some ways, he was still the same kid you had met all those years ago. You didn’t really interact with him much as you were a couple years older and, well, a girl. You couldn’t really look at him either, all things considering. After all, wasn’t it highly probable that the bags under his eyes was your family’s fault? Your family and his family happened to be next-door neighbors at the apartment complex.

No one really talked about it.

In certain areas, the sounds of yelling and thrown dishes were simply background noise. Normal circumstances. The first near two decades of your life was that every day. Most of the time, your presence was as insignificant as a cockroach. Sometimes you would be spoken of but never spoken to. You learned from a pretty young age to shut up or be forced to shut up. The family motto was, children are not meant to be seen or heard. The adults were speaking. More accurately, arguing, escalating to screaming, and then to scalding silent treatment. Repeat cycle. You learned to snatch food from the fridge as soon as you saw it. No one was going to prepare anything for you, but at least there was always something edible in there.

Until you became a teenager, that was.

It got especially bad when you attended high school as both sides picked up hideous habits to deal with their issues. In your opinion, they should have picked divorce to deal with them, but instead they chose gambling and serial cheating. Sometimes neither would come home for days. Whenever they crossed paths, the endless war continued. There was no way to predict when the silence could become suddenly violate and now you were old enough to understand what was going on – and old enough to loathe it. You barely saw your next-door neighbors at that time because you did basically anything you could to avoid going home. There was only so much a child can take.

They either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

It was also about this time that you started using sex as a coping mechanism.

Approval by society wasn’t high on the list for you at that time, nor was it now. Must have been the upbringing. You watched alcohol become an expensive addiction for your parents and, paired with their mindless days at the casinos and excess spending on extramarital pleasures, illegal drugs were out of the question. Sex, however. If you knew what clinics to go to or where to shoplift, well. Free protection. Yup. During university, though, was when you needed money. You couldn’t go far as you couldn’t pay to live in a dorm. Your scholarships were barely covering tuition, so living at home was the only option. At this point, your parents had mostly forgot forgot that there was someone they birthed living in the apartment with them, which was fine by you, except when you needed to eat.

How Kang Hyungu knew things he shouldn’t know was a mystery you never figured out.

You had gotten locked out, again, and some loud dispute was happening behind the door. Deadbolted. It was shaping up to be a shit night – that was until a tall high schooler with a guitar bag approached the door to your right. You tried not to look at him and decided you would leave to find a PC bang to spend the night. But he must have seen your university-branded bag and called out your family name.

That was when Kang Hyungu started talking to you.

He must have noticed the many times that you had been locked out. Well, how could he ignore it? You didn’t want to do the small talk thing except for immediately informing him with your given name. However, your ears perked up when he mentioned that he needed help with math and science classes. He was looking to pay a tutor. Cram school was pretty expensive. Turns out you both had attended the same high school – of course, considering you lived in the same damn apartment building – and the high school posted notices about alumni that had received scholarships. That shit was a big deal to educators.

That was how you ended up in a basement studio room listening to five high schoolers make songs for hours and teaching them calculus, biology, and chemistry. All of them ended up being mild levels of garbage at those subjects, but it made teaching in a group much more efficient. It was thanks to Hyungu that you were able to eat all of university. Honestly, you didn’t really need the money as much as you needed somewhere to be. Yeah, it was pretty clear that Hyungu knew that somehow. He was a lot more observant than you gave him credit for. Neither of you really talked about it even though you should have.

Maybe, then…

When you graduated university, it was clear you had to leave. It was clear you had to put some distance between you and those who birthed you. Turns out, they did it for you, because one day you came home from job hunting and you didn’t have a home anymore. The apartment door was open and some random people were moving in. Cool. A talk with the leasing office, then. Turns out your parents moved out and didn’t bother to tell you. Together? Separately? Who the fuck knew. You found a box of your clothes in the dumpster along with some other random shit. Your birth certificate, even.

Your entire existence thrown in the trash.

It had really not been the best time.

Couple months of living strictly from PC bangs and business hotel rooms, you started a desk job at minimum wage. Funny how a degree didn’t do much but whatever. You also continued your not-so-great coping mechanism of fucking around, which is how you met Jeon Jungkook. He definitely had a different idea of how it all went down, but.

You paused, seeing that you had pulled up your phone contacts and there he was.

Even through changed models, your phone contacts transferred over. You never bothered to clear them out unless the person was worth blocking. Jeon Jungkook wasn’t worth blocking. The breakup, if you could call it that, was pretty simple. You said what you said and he didn’t fight you. You didn’t need his number in the years after, but you forgot about thinking you needed to delete unused numbers. You didn’t really forget him, though.

He was the only one that you felt sorry for breaking his heart.

He hadn’t been your type back then. Your type had been self-destructive, and you had become tired of that, so you chased for the complete opposite instead. You knew full well that it wasn’t going to work out. You didn’t even go into it invested. But you chose well, and he was the complete opposite. He trusted everything you said. He put up with your cold front. He liked you more than you liked him and he had no idea that he did. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised that he wouldn’t care even if he knew. He was good in bed too. Eager, quick to learn, and listened to everything you said. Tried everything you asked without questioning or judging. It was precisely why you broke it off before it got too deep, because it got too deep way too fast.

He thought of you too highly when, at that time, you were too low to be anything above a grey area.

Aren’t you afraid I’ll forget you?

Just by asking you that, you never forgot Jungkook. He was the only one who seemed worried about that. Everyone else called you a heartless bitch or a dumb whore who was making a mistake. But Jungkook asked you if you were afraid that he would lose your memory, as if it was valuable enough to be tarnished.

Life worked in mysterious ways.

The happening of you seeing Hyungu’s name on a poster was by chance. The choice to go to that concert back then was on a whim. The chance of Hyungu recognizing you and coming to find you, dragging you to his bandmates that all yapped excitedly around you as if no time had passed was surprising. You had always thought they had forgotten or resented you on some level. After all, you didn’t have a working phone for a while since you couldn’t pay for a plan. You had essentially ghosted them for years, but Hyungu acted as if you had always been there. I’ll never forget that you took good care of me, noona. There was no way you could even attempt to date Kang Hyungu. How could you ruin a relationship that he kept preserved so preciously when you abandoned it? He spoke highly of you even when you hadn’t been around, even when you had been too busy being selfish and self-centered. He smiled at you and relied on you once again because he trusted that you could be relied on. You would sigh and be hauled around by these young loons and support their blooming music career as you got your footing and made it to a better desk job with better pay.

And, by some fate, being close to Kang Hyungu caused you to cross paths with Jeon Jungkook once again.

Weird, eh?

You lowered your phone, staring up at the ceiling.

Well, life was full of coincidences, right? There was no reason to think this was a special event. After all, you had been trying your best to forget that time in your life where you felt the most lost. It took a lot of pushing past your own stubbornness to realize that how your parents felt about you had nothing to do who you were. Accepting that you weren’t the worst fuckup ever to exist, thanks to the saving grace of someone who remembered to call you noona in an endearing way and not in an obligated way. It would be counterproductive to…

Jeon Jungkook’s smiling face flashed in your mind.

You only had one orb-shaped lamp on currently. It was one of those that you could set the lighting color and tone to your taste. You liked the low, moody, cool blue lighting. Besides, you knew the layout of your apartment by now, and the overhead lighting wasn’t necessary unless you needed to look for something.

The orb shone like the moon.

Jungkook had known such a different version of you and yet he still smiled at you like that.

“You must have somebody, don’t you?” you sighed to the shining moon.

It was silly to think too much about a random conversation. And, really, all he wanted to know was if you still found him hot or whatever. Yeah, he was just looking for external validation. You just happened to be there. Tattoos and piercings and working out? Sounded like a quarter life crisis to you. One that worked out in his favor, though. Your skin prickled with goosebumps, but it wasn’t from a tangible cold.

In the darkness, the moon-shaped light glowed brightly.

“It would be nice if you had somebody.”

You frowned and turned your back to the light.

It was a coincidence. Another moment of going through life and realizing you had been climbing Penrose stairs all along. How different were you from back then, really? It wasn’t as if you magically started getting into relationships and had a damn epiphany. The cruel epiphany was that we were all stuck in this endless loop of our respective pasts catching up to the present. No amount of heat could dissipate the coldness of the future.

You sighed, melting into the comfort of your cool bedsheets.

“I should just forget about Jeon Jungkook,” you mumbled.

Whatever.

Wasn’t like you were ever gonna see him again.

You dozed off.

Your phone vibrated against your chest.

“You idiot, you know you have no tolerance…”

“Noona, it was so fun, ahahaha…”

The air was cold. The sting of winter clung to his cheeks. He called out her name, feeling like the sound was drowned out by the cars and white noise in his head, but, once again, Jeon Jungkook completely forgot how loud he was.

Passersby jumped as he ran past clutching a guitar bag.

Her arms were wrapped around a blue-haired man who was dwarfing her frame. He looked half-asleep and too proud of himself but that was probably under the influence of alcohol and good vibes. She jolted, startled, her eyes widening as Jungkook skidded to a questionably close stop in front of them, nearly colliding into her.

In fact, he did.

“Woah!”

“Yah!”

He threw an arm out and around them, snapping back to hold the three of them up, pressing the guitar bag to her chest. There they were, a bundle of people who somehow ended up like this with a guitar cuddled between them, standing in the middle of the sidewalk at midnight with nightlife bystanders staring at them like they were all insane. At least Kang Hyungu was completely oblivious. Come to find out during dinner, he had low alcohol tolerance. Less than a soju bottle low. Welp. Nobody had believed him and he had given in a bit. At least he had the backup plan of a close friend picking him up. The group of guys had all stayed at the restaurant, making sure he was safe until she arrived, flushed and windswept, bowing repeatedly in thankfulness.

Therefore, Kang Hyungu was blissfully unaware of the sudden awkwardness of past lovers staring at each other with their stunned faces millimeters from each other.

Jungkook froze, holding her tight.

“H… His guitar…”

Her lips parted but no sound came out.

In his shock, he had only now realized she had removed her makeup. His heartbeat leapt to his throat, suddenly remembering how much he had loved the shape of her eyes and the color of her natural, full lips. How her cheeks seemed more filled out now. Healthier. Her skin glowed. He could almost…

Almost.

His body shivered.

She blinked, casting her eyes down. “Oh, shit, how could I forget… T-Thank you. He would be heartbroken without his precious guitar,” she breathed out quickly and exasperatedly, reaching up to grab the strap. “Thank you. Sorry to trouble you.”

“It’s o-okay…”

Jungkook reluctantly peeled away from her, taking a step back. There was an awkward moment of her still holding onto her friend and shouldering the guitar, juggling between the two. Even in that short moment, Jungkook realized Kang Hyungu must work out. He was not as light as he seemed. Instinctively, Jungkook reached out and held Hyungu’s shoulders when the guitar slipped from her narrow shoulder.

“Aw, fuck–”

Jungkook almost laughed at her puffed cheeks and under-the-breath swearing.

Almost, because his heart ached suddenly.

She had been so cute when she was mad, even if it was being taken out on him. He always thought that, so it had always been hard to argue when he was trying not to be in love with those cheeks.

“Sorry, I got him,” she sighed. “I’ll get him home even if I have to drag him.”

“I’ll help you, noona.”

She froze with her arms around another man. Her eyes darted and fixated on him.

Jungkook realized his mistake and also froze.

He had been calling her formally by name out of politeness until now. The same way strangers would address each other with no intention of ever meeting again. The honorific had just slipped out naturally. Or unnaturally, depending on how one considered the effects of alcohol. The blue-haired guitarist was half-asleep on her shoulder. There were only two conscious souls under this streetlamp on this cold night.

A diffused spotlight.

He sputtered. “S… Sorry, was that too informal…?”

Her gaze shifted. Were her cheeks pink from the crisp air or was it his eyes playing tricks on him? “No, it’s fine, I just…” She shook her head, swallowing hard. “It’s been a while since you… It’s okay,” she chuckled, the corner of her lips rising. “I mean, I would be pissed if you called me anything else. Our age difference is not that significant, but it’s there.”

“Y-Yeah.”

Was there hope in those shadowy eyes or was it all in his mind?

“Don’t you have to go home too?”

He grinned.

“Ah, I stay up until three in the morning every night anyway. Let’s get Hyungu-ssi home.”

Which was how you ended up on a bus with not-so-little-anymore Kang Hyungu snoring on your left shoulder and your past fling Jeon Jungkook on your right.

Awkward.

You clutched Hyungu’s guitar bag like your life depended on it. Actually, deep down you were kind of glad it somehow ended up this way. Being on a bus at midnight meant the crowd was the unpleasant kind. It must have been an odd sight. Sleeping Hyungu by the window, you in the middle seat holding a very expensive guitar, and Jungkook at the aisle being a great big buffer to keep the unsavory folk away. He was wearing a thick black parka over his charcoal sweat set, and he had his hood up to protect his ears from the cold.

For some reason, his jaw was clenched.

His eyebrows were furrowed too, giving him a very mean appearance for no reason. Or, at least, no discernable reason you could conclude. He wasn’t looking at anyone in particular as far as you could tell.

“Sorry about this,” you suddenly said.

Jungkook flinched and turned his head to look at you. Instantly, his expression burst into life, the stern expression melting away into sparkling big peepers and pink lips in a small ‘o’, making your breath catch as the small mole under his lip appeared.

You used to kiss that mole first before you kissed his lips.

Used to.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he replied with a smile.

“I feel like I cut your night short.”

He gave you a lopsided grin, scratching his cheek. “Eh, I can go to the club or karaoke bar some other time. And maybe I need to not be so easily influenced, ahahaha…”

You hummed. “Guess you’re still the same, going along with our people’s suggestions.”

He puffed his cheeks. “No, I’m not. I’m here with you now, aren’t I?” he shot back.

Pause.

You both looked away at the same time.

Hyungu snored softly in your ear.

Thanks for that, man.

You tried to ignore the creeping goosebumps along your back. It was not the outside temperature. You were wearing your big black leather jacket over the black sweatshirt and jeans you yanked on to quickly get out the door. Your shoulder bumped into Jungkook’s as the bus stopped and let some passengers off. It was still a few stops yet of this awkwardness. For fuck’s sake, you were the older one. Come on. You resisted the urge to slap your own cheeks to get a grip. Nothing is going on here. The heart palpitations were in your head. Yeah. Totally.

“Thank you, again.”

You felt him shift, sitting up straighter. “I really don’t mind at all, noona.”

You sat up too, casting him a sideways half-smile.

He bit the left side of his lip, mumbling.

“I never minded doing anything for you.”

A strange tingling sensation danced over your scalp and down your shoulders. Sigh. He was doing this on purpose, right? One look and of course not. You shut your eyes. Maybe you could just make up a reason to hate him. You thought you had lost him under other bodies and darker nights and bad decisions. You thought he hated you for ending it the way you did, so coolly and unfeelingly. You thought.

“Have you been happy, Jungkook?”

You felt him hesitate. You could almost remember how he smelled back then. Like crisp linens and bright cotton. He loved fabric softener and similar clean scents. Have you been happy after me? You hoped so. In retrospect, you had been such a small, meaningless part in this winding road of life.

“I… I guess? I’m doing things I like to do. I feel like I’m able to live more freely, and I figure I can just… keep doing what I’m good at.”

You smiled.

“That’s good.”

You opened your eyes.

“What about you, noona?”

Have I been happy?

Did you even know what that meant? And yet you felt the weight of precious Hyungu’s head against your shoulder. Someone who relied on your good heart wholeheartedly. Never mind your opinion of if your heart was good or not, or even there. Happy? You went to work. You enjoyed your hobbies like music and games. You stayed home and shopped online when you were bored. You had the money to buy your favorite snacks and you had the luxury to have poor time management to eat them at midnight and wake up puffy the next day.

You had a very simple life that your younger self could barely dream of.

I don’t want to end up like my parents.

Was that why you didn’t want to be in a relationship?

“Noona?”

You looked up suddenly, noticing your surroundings. Quickly pulled on the cord to create the gentle bell tone.

“We need to get off here.”

Somehow, Jungkook ended up in a stranger’s corner apartment surrounded by vinyl, boxed CD albums, and music equipment. It was on a lower floor so at least they didn’t have to climb any stairs to get to the front door. The living room area was less like a living room and more like a half-music studio, complete with guitars, speakers, and a computer with lots of expensive looking music equipment around it. The surrounding walls had black foam squares taped neatly, even on the ceiling. The rest of the wall space was occupied by posters of various indie and mainstream bands. He was surprised to see the few plushies of penguins on the couch. Along the wall of the stairs were flyers that each had a corresponding nail that hung lanyards with plastic cards – artist passes. Festivals and concerts and such, each one containing a recurring name if he looked closely enough.

He, along with his past lover, helped the young man he had just met tonight into the bed in the loft area.

It was a small space.

Somehow, they managed being that close.

“Thanks, again,” she sighed, descending down the stairs in front of him. “You must be thirsty. There has to be some water around here.”

Somehow, Jungkook found himself standing in the hallways of a stranger’s apartment drinking a bottle of water as he watched the one who got away rip a memo note off a pad and scribble something down, finding a Pingu mug to sandwich it under.

Somehow.

She turned around and sighed, looking relieved. The guitar bag was on the sofa, safe and sound.

Then they stared at each other, realizing they were now alone.

Well, not alone.

Above them, Kang Hyungu was in dreamland.

“Ah…”

Her shoulders slumped.

“Sorry, I didn’t even ask how out of your way this was. I’ll pay for a taxi back.”

“Ah, no, that’s okay. I can make my way.”

“Don’t be like that,” she scolded, although not with much severity. “I can’t take advantage of your kindness.”

He paused, staring into her eyes. They hadn’t turned on too many lights. Enough to see, and then turned off most of them right away to avoid waking up the neighbors with the brightness. Only the warm bulb by the door was on now, illuminating them together.

“Noona, can I ask you something?” he asked softly, realizing his voice shook a little.

She lifted her head, pulling her hands out of her pockets.

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

Have you ever been in love?

He looked at her, and he remembered the question she didn’t answer on the bus. They had been hurried and trying not to inconvenience anyone. Now that what about you was lost in the whirlwind of sights, sounds, in time past. Jungkook was pretty sure that he knew what the line of love and distraction was, but he found he had no real words to describe it. Only a feeling of sureness, just as he was sure that if he asked this question, have you ever been in love, he would be overstepping a boundary somehow.

Mostly because it seemed obvious.

And also because it was not fair to ask questions that he was personally invested in the answer and honestly didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer.

Had he ever been in love? Sure, although he knew it was always with the caveat of what he knew at the time and driven by the image painted by his own parents. A miracle that he had a chance to witness. He hadn’t really thought about how deeply seeing them interact affected him until he met her. She never spoke about her parents. It was like they didn’t exist. No photos, no calls, no casual drop-bys to hand over a home-cooked meal and say hi. In contrast, Jungkook had the unfortunately mortifying moment of being balls deep and then interrupted by his own mother right before the big finale. She just silently laughed while hiding behind the door as his mom attempted to enter his apartment, why are there clothes all over the floor, aish, I keep telling you that I didn’t teach you to be messy, and him trying to reassure her that everything was fine and he had to be somewhere soon.

Yeah.

Anyway.

It the time it had been embarrassing, but she had told him something that had, again, stuck with him for a long time after. You are lucky that she takes the time to bother you. Some people would do anything to have their parents care for their well-being just one more time. The realization had humbled him. Sorry. I didn’t know your parents passed away. But she had just shaken her head with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

No, Jungkook, they’re very much alive. They just never cared about me, ever.

He had felt very sorry then, but she had waved her hand and laughed.

Don’t be. I can’t miss something I’ve never had.

It was then that Jungkook realized that he believed in love because his parents were in love. It was later when Jungkook realized that he, too, had been in love, but this was only after he had stopped seeing her. Only after he stopped tasting her strong, concentrated flavor. The world had become a tasteless future despite all the color and saturation trying to grab his attention.

Because she had left.

It might have been short, but that time had been a forever-after packed into a few months.

Jungkook jumped as she tapped the back of his hand with her fingertip.

“Hello? Welcome back to Earth. Did you enjoy your time spacing out?”

She looked amused.

“Guess you haven’t changed from your random space-outs, heh,” she chuckled, taking his empty water bottle and tossing it in the recycling. Even removed the paper label and everything. “Come on. You shouldn’t be interrogating me in Hyungu’s apartment anyway.”

She ushered him out of the apartment and made sure to lock up behind herself. He wondered why she had a key. Then again, her and the guitarist were very clearly good friends. Jungkook wondered if it would still be like that if Hyungu or her started dating. Or, maybe not, if they ended up dating each other.

Suddenly, Jungkook felt incredibly helpless.

She bumped into him because he stopped walking, bouncing off. They were still in the narrow hallway, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the neighbors at this late hour. The light in the hallway was warm and low. Not due to the night. More because the lightbulbs were generally old and shitty.

“Woah, what’s going on? You don’t know how to walk straight? Do you need a leash?” she whispered lightheartedly, coming around him.

He looked up.

It must have shown on his face because the playful laughter in her features immediately slipped away upon eye contact.

He had millions of unfair questions swirling in his mind, can we try again, is there something wrong with me, why did you leave me, and Jungkook knew he could ask none of them. For fuck’s sake, they had only just seen each other again tonight. He should just be happy they were together now, even in this platonic way. He should just be happy that she seemed healthy and content. He should just…

But you’ve always known me so well.

You aren’t hard to read, Jungkook, she used to laugh when they talked about how fast they had gotten into bed together.

She placed her hand on his elbow.

Dragged from his minty whirlwind memories and thrown into the present, Jungkook stared at her unreadable expression, but there were too many shadows and his vision was too clouded with what was.

“Come on. We can’t stay here,” she murmured gently, pulling him along.

“I’m not letting you go home alone. It’s not safe.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? Teleporting?” You scowled. “Besides, turns out your apartment is closer to here and mine is further down. It makes no sense for you to double back.”

One thing about Jeon Jungkook was that once he got an idea in his head, he was more stubborn than an ox. It was true back then when he was chasing after your ass and it was true right now. He was frowning at you and furrowing his eyebrows. The frustrated expression was broken by how big his dark brown eyes were.

“I keep telling you it’s not a big deal for me, noona. I don’t mind.”

“This isn’t about whether or not you mind,” you sighed grumpily. “It just doesn’t make sense. Fine. Fine, do whatever you want.”

Which was how you ended up in a taxi with Jungkook, crammed in the backseat of a tiny sedan with a grandpa who didn’t make small talk and blasted trot music. Well, it probably would have felt less tiny if Jungkook wasn’t right next to you like a big fabric blob. You hadn’t paid much attention to how crowded you had been on the bus since you were already weighed down by half-dead guitarist and his guitar. You had thought Hyungu had been playing up his drunkenness for the attention but he had thoroughly passed out by the time the bus had arrived. He was a lightweight so you weren’t super worried to leave him alone. Then again, you couldn’t tell Jungkook to get lost and leave you at another guy’s apartment, because what kind of message would that send?

Not that Jungkook’s opinion of how you spent your time mattered.

It had just felt rude, that was all.

You were kind of worried about him anyway. You witnessed him zoning out and simply standing there twice already. Boy was gonna get kidnapped one of these days. Sheesh. The car rolled to a stop. You paid the driver through the app and thanked him, getting a wordless nod in return. Cool. Opened the car door and climbed out, followed by a big shadowy blob.

Uh.

The car drove away.

“Jungkook, you should have asked him to drive you to your place,” you pointed out.

Those big brown eyes looked from your apartment complex to you. “Huh?”

Was the heck is on his mind? You sighed and pulled up the taxi app again. “Give me your address. I did say I’ll pay for it.”

“I, erm…”

You looked up at Jungkook’s uneasy tone. Confused. He looked uncomfortable and awkward, not really looking at you in the face.

“I kinda have to go.”

You blinked at him.

He waved his hands. “Eh, it’s fine. I’ll go find a bush or something. Um.”

“Jungkook, I’m not letting you pee in a bush. Do you see this place? You think they’ll let me continue living here after seeing on one of their cameras that my guest peed in a bush?”

He looked from the white walls to the stone fence to the black iron gate to the immaculately clean, very neatly trimmed, small ball-shaped bushes. They weren’t even knee-height. “I-I-I just don’t want you to t-think…” He shifted, wavering a bit. Eyes darting in every direction. “It was all the water and the alcohol earlier, um…” You sighed and turned around to punch in the code. “I didn’t want you to think I’m doing it on purpose.”

You paused.

Then you pushed the gate open and motioned him in.

“Come on before your piss yourself.”

Which was how you ended up sighing as you tossed your jacket onto your large charcoal sofa while Jungkook emptied his bladder in the bathroom of your apartment. At least you hoped that was what he was doing. You weren’t going to be a creep and try to listen for evidence. You flopped down, cozying into the soft but durable fabric. You wouldn’t have brought this couch if it wasn’t for the great deal and the ability for it to be modular, meaning you could lock the pieces together to make a bed and watch television, as well as also having the ability to make it look like an L-shaped sofa when you had guests over so that they didn’t know that you really put the potato in couch potato several times a week.

Hey.

Money well spent.

Of course, you usually only had very few guests over. Occasional one to warm the bed and maybe hosting Hyungu’s band members. Not at the same time. Duh. You weren’t trying to traumatize the five friends you had – Hyungu and the other four band members. Yeah. Wasn’t much, but they existed, even though they were busy right now being Korean men and all that. Soon, Hyungu would be egg-headed and off to duty too. You puffed out your cheeks. Temporary, of course, and yet.

Who knows what could happen?

You were always prepared to find yourself alone.

Wouldn’t be the first time to come home, only to realize home didn’t exist.

It never had.

You heard commotion and Jungkook reappeared, looking relieved. Probably because he was. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off.

You stood up.

You were past the wishing phase. The pretending phase. Past the numbness and looking for promises when there were none. Expectation was only the precursor to disappointment, after all. To be honest, if it wasn’t for your carnal sex drive, you would be past the distractions too. Good to know you weren’t completely ready to throw in the towel yet. If it wasn’t for someone relying on you, you as well have chosen to fade away.

If it wasn’t for…

You made eye contact with Jeon Jungkook, even though you didn’t want to.

Before today, you really wouldn’t have cared about seeing someone you used to date. Past was in the past. You had made a lot of bad decisions. So far, they hadn’t come back to haunt you yet. As you stared into those big brown eyes, frozen in place by your sudden attention, you wondered what you could say to assure him that you were different from back then. You could admit it now. You could admit back then you were weaker than anybody else, fighting your own demons by running away, wondering what was wrong with you to have parents who fought every day and did everything to run away from their internal struggles except the solution of divorce, and you could admit now that you took out that loss on everyone else around you, all the while knowing the reality.

That was just how life was, sometimes.

Life didn’t know fair and unfair. People made choices without caring about the consequences all the time. You didn’t care enough back then, because you knew you wouldn’t know what to do if they cared back. You knew you could never be beloved when you had nothing and no one to call home.

I don’t want to avoid reality, even if I’m afraid.

The past memories flickered like a whirling panorama – Jungkook nervous in front of you, trying to ask about how the automated system worked so he could get ramyeon with the soft-boiled egg at the PC bang in the dead of night. Playing computer games with him, laughing because he wasn’t very good but still trying for some reason. Learning that he wasn’t doing very well in university and that he was trying to do the escapism thing while working on his video editing business on the side. Sharing a bed with him, not saying anything about how all your belongings only fit in one duffel bag. He didn’t have to know. His face between your hands. Kisses that took his worries away. Body to body, warm for the first time in a long time. Your fingertips walking up his chest, all the way to his rattling heartbeat, turning a simple night into a fantasy.

The thought of your actions having any positive effect seemed foreign and impossible.

But maybe that was the victim mentality talking.

“Can I ask you something, Jungkook?”

He looked surprised. “M…Me?”

You hooked your thumbs into the belt loops of your jeans, doing something with your hands so they wouldn’t fidget about. Even now, he was the same. There was still this persistent innocence about him, stubbornly sticking around as if he could be young forever. He still believed in something, even if life kept trying to tell him time and time again that it wasn’t true.

“Do you still have feelings for me?”

You saw the whirlwind flash through his eyes.

Guilt. Nervousness. Uncertainty. Helplessness, wondering if he was asking for something that could never be given. He was still so easy to read. Those big brown eyes couldn’t hide anything and it wasn’t his nature to lie. There were stars in his eyes.

Those stars were tears.

“You said… You said you can’t feel love,” he shuddered, blinking hard.

There wasn’t much space between you and him. Somewhere around a meter. But it felt like light-years of desolate space and sudden heartache from a heart you weren’t sure you had. Maybe you were born with one, but all flowers wither with no care. You were the desert and he was the ocean, at least in the emotional sense.

You wanted to insist.

I can know love!

But, could you?

You collected a breath and nodded. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for back then. For using you, even though you probably don’t think you were used. For breaking the unspoken promise I couldn’t understand.”

Jungkook looked back at you. His voice small, stranded and lost.

“I have never fallen in love after you, noona.”

You were different now, you told yourself, but maybe you weren’t really and that was the problem.

“It’s impossible to fall in love when I have always been in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to tell him that was silly. It had only been a couple months. You hadn’t even really been that attentive. It had been a short-lived romance, if you could call fucking constantly and gaming at the PC bang at three in the morning that. A fleeting gratification. A sharp burst that lit up the timeline of a very long and eventful life that Jeon Jungkook would have. Nothing more.

Just…

A pop of peppermint gum.

You had meaningful relationships. Ones that taught you things about yourself and people. Maybe even ones that other people could consider love, depending on what their definition was.

But, then there was…

Jungkook.

You opened your mouth to tell him he was silly but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Had it been love?

And could it still be love?

“You… You don’t even know what I’m like now,” you blew out, suddenly feeling winded. “I could be a total asshole.” You looked away, tucking your tongue in your cheek.

“But I helped you make sure you got your friend and his guitar home safe?” Jungkook questioned, sounding confused. “Would a total asshole would do that?”

“I don’t know,” you rambled, not so sure about anything anymore. “I mean… you’ve only just met me again after how long?”

“A really long time,” Jungkook answered, frown in his tone.

“Yeah, exactly.” You latched on, not caring that he didn’t even calculate it. “How do you know it’s not rose-tinted glasses and all that?”

He shrugged. Glanced at you. “I don’t really think I have the brainpower for that, noona.”

You stared at him.

Jungkook shrugged again.

You shook your head. “You can’t say that about yourself.”

He scratched his cheek, looking sheepish. “At least I know where I’m still lacking?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “No, you–”

He beat you to it.

“Do I have to understand?”

You froze, realizing you had taken a few steps towards him, perhaps in hopes of shaking some sense into him. This was crazy. This didn’t make any sense. This was only a coincidence turned convoluted by memories, tangled emotions, circumstance…

“My mind might forget, but my body always remembered. There is only you for me.”

Your head snapped up, seeing his soft smile. The recall was so fierce that it was déjà vu, except you had been the one with the gentle smile and he had been the one lost, wondering if you were afraid of losing his love. Now. His short black hair a little windswept, his dark brown eyes a little glassy, and yet he smiled at you, mole peeking out from under the center of his lower lip. Do I have to understand? To understand was to know and to know was to be sure that you were in love, except that you said so yourself that sometimes the thoughts didn’t quite catch up to the heart.

He looked embarrassed, abruptly looking away, letting out a shaky breath.

“It’s just… I think I knew it all along but, even if I know, it doesn’t mean I can change your mind, ha… ha, can you imagine, running off to track you down, you would just think I’m crazy, and if I jeopardized your happiness for my own selfishness, I don’t think I could live with myself… and, anyway…”

He wasn’t really looking at anything anymore.

“Even if what I wanted was ugly, our time was beautiful.”

You stepped forward.

“It’s a common, basic story, isn’t it? My wish for us to be exceptional is too foolish,” Jungkook laughed weakly. Rambling. Speaking from his heart but still unable to focus on the present.

You reached forward.

“I wanted everything about you. I still do.”

Your fingertip touched his cheek.

“Don’t cry,” you finally said.

He froze.

You wiped away a fallen star, the overhead lights of your apartment catching the tears before Jungkook even realized they were there. You brushed the droplet away, but they were falling, falling, and he turned his head, still not really registering what was happening, even as the base of your palms pressed into his cheeks and swept his tears away, quickly breathless as you were captured by the universes entangled in his eyes. You could feel the wetness on your skin. The shudder in his breath. His hands came up to touch your wrists, and you still believed you couldn’t be enough for him, even now, but your body responded on its own, cradling his face, bringing him to you.

“Please don’t cry,” you said again, softly, and realized you said it because, a long time ago, you would have done anything to have someone tell you that in the past, please don’t cry. So, you told Jungkook instead.

He was someone as precious as a memory.

And, yes, even if your thoughts didn’t catch up right away, you pulled him to you, body to body, feeling him shiver, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this isn’t very manly of me, and like clockwork you told him to shut up and cry, holding him because you remembered he liked to be held. You had told him back then that you weren’t really the type to cuddle, but he had finally confessed late one night that he yearned to be close to you, even if only for a little while, and that he had been afraid to admit it in fear of pushing you away. So, you relented, if only to comfort him and make him happy.

Is that love?

“It’s okay to cry,” you murmured gently, stroking his hair. “It’s just not okay to cry alone.”

He buried his eyes into your shoulder and wept.

He was still in his jacket, swamping you with his frame and excess layers. You placed your arms around his waist under his parka, feeling his warm and shaking frame, gently placing your hands on his shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry… I-I don’t k-know why I’m c-crying…”

“Shh…”

You tugged him along. Step by step, and made him sit on the sofa with you, curled up in a tangle of limbs with your hands on his back. His body was hot from emotion, and he pulled his arms out of his jacket to wipe his nose and eyes with his hoodie sleeves, still not looking at you, and you gave him the privacy, not looking at him either, only holding him as close as possible and keeping his parka on his shoulders, covering you and him together.

“T-This wasn’t how… I t-thought… how I would be hugging you a-again…” Jungkook sobbed quietly, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

You held him close.

“Yeah, well, nothing is really turning out how you or I planned it. Mostly because neither of us had a plan to begin with.”

He laughed, albeit feebly and wetly, but you just smiled and placed your hand on his head again, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t have a grand speech planned. You didn’t even really know the right words to say or the correct way to organize your thoughts. You simply leaned him against you, nestled in the cushions, and kept your arms wrapped around him for a long, long time.

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