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Overture (Prequel to Enlightenment) — {Feat. Karina}

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A/N: You don’t know how old this draft is… I still remember that anon who sent a few asks about this series, and I really hope that they read this! This one is the longest I’ve ever written. Might not be the best piece, but I’m so proud of myself that I did my best. Thank you @dnd-writes for editing and giving me awesome advices. Enjoy!

*Prequel to “Enlightenment”

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“Doesn’t matter how the two met. It’s about how they’re together ‘til now.”

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It’s the first day in your new high school. It’s already March but the breeze is yet to blow winter away, strongly acclaiming its presence with the icy wind you face as soon as you come out of the main building of your school to go to the cafeteria. You haven’t made any friends to have lunch with yet, so you change your mind to just head to the smoking spot–behind the auditorium which is already an alien building itself–and kill some time smoking. You turn your way to the smoking spot inside the huge tide of students heading to the cafeteria. Freezing air makes you pace up to the spot.

After passing a few corners where even the wind has been disturbed to travel through, you find a drum can with fire in it making a peaceful crackling sound.

And a girl standing right by it as if wanting to get burnt. “Are you the new one?” Her voice is sharp enough to make it sound wary, yet quite chirpy to end up hitting you as rather coquettish.

“I don’t… I don't really know you,” Your steps towards her contradict your words. “Me neither.” At the fire you light your own cigarette. Your eyes scan her body from the ground to meet hers doing the same to you. The yellow name tag catches your eyes. Her name is Yu Jimin, third grade. And where the name tag is what makes your attention gather up too–perfect size, matches her wavy figure and sassy face, calmly heaves when she’s inhaling in the smoke.

“My name’s not that hard to read,” That’s when you realize that Yu Jimin, this unusual girl, will be an attraction with challenges. It’s all in her grin, in her turbid eyes that never leave yours–to be honest, it’s yours that never leaves hers; they won’t let the leash on your eyes loosen, until she wants to.

You suck it in, and breathe out a mouthful of smoke in the cold air. You look at her again and she's been watching you thoroughly, from head to toe, examining your body, shape, façade and all things she finds nice to look at, regardless of you mirroring her like once isn’t really enough.

She’s got such a nice, sculpted body, hidden under the school uniform but even more premo like that; concave and convex, it just hugs her curves impeccably. Narrow waist and wide, tight hips causing the skirt to struggle not to be torn apart. What’s more is her face, at the height of your chest, looking almost unrealistic, inhumanly beautiful, especially with a shallow grin like right now.

You are automatically making steps toward Jimin and she’s not backing up. You turn your head right to let out the smoke and then return to the ongoing gaze between you two.

“Don’t I look cold?” Jimin steps backwards, from the fire and from you. It makes you just automatically look at her legs, so slick and teem with femininity. You keep following what she tells you to do, what the hormones tell you to do.

“What do you want me to say?” It should be delivered as a counterattack to the dominance Jimin has shown you, but it, unfortunately, ends up sounding as if you were really confused. And Jimin almost bursts into laughter which she manages to hold in.

“So, third grade? What class are you in?”

“Two. You?” You drop the used cigarette and step on it to put it out. “Four. I’ll drop by sometime, handsome.”

Then she leaves the spot just like that. You are so interested in the girl Yoo Jimin. Given that she’s pretty like that, smokes around, she’s nothing like the normal students, obviously. And you can tell Jimin also found you special. Yeah, you know people don’t get to see a man like you quite often. You also know you don’t get to see a girl so appetizing like her often. It’s third year in highschool. You’re no amateur to let a girl play you around, rather, you’ve learned to control those feisty, hungry girls, but ugh, to be honest you don’t know what’s going on. 

******

She never comes to see you until the end of school. Nor do you, because you thought you could wait–precisely, you thought you had to wait. You definitely want to take the upper hand in this new relationship so you just head home, yet with a bit of disappointment. But you don’t let anyone know. Maybe she’s just playing you out. That’s unacceptable for you. You calmly wait for the bus deep in thought. Maybe find someone else tomorrow. I don’t know.

“Hey, going somewhere?”

Fuck. It’s her. Jimin.

You think of complaining, but swallow it back and answer. “Home. You?” Jimin shrugs with nonchalance. “I don’t know. Your place, maybe? Do you live alone?” She lunges in suddenly, and you could just let her be as spunky as she can be. “I do. Why do you want to know that?” You throw a question, feigning calmness, and Jimin just smirks back.

“Don’t ask me.”

You’re on the bus. You let Jimin take the window side and sit next to her. You stuff your ears with some random songs and lock your eyes to the screen in your palm to leave the absorbing girl next to you out of your world even for a second.

“What made you move to my school?” Suddenly one of your earphones is between her fingers, your arm in hers to squish her breast slightly which feels so intentional. This bold little chick keeps surprising you in unforeseeable ways. Besides, you can read that she’s definitely testing you. Seems a little bit like an upside-down situation, for you to be the object, and oh, don’t you say you don’t find this rather fun.

“Well, there was an accident. You don’t need to know any further.” Her questions don’t seem to end, however. An eye roll might silence her—

“You can tell me. It’s alri-“

“You’d better shut the fuck up, Jimin.” Your fingers hold her chin up, facing you, merely a breath away as your noses tickle each other. And what gets you a moment later is her eyes, round and glowy, that could easily see through your brain, trying to suffocate you in the vivid yet gooey gaze. And there she plants her words straight into your brain; I’m a little impressed, but try harder. 

A sudden squeak of the brake informs you to get off. You step out of the bus and Jimin quietly follows. Then you start walking at a rather slow pace. The sound of another pair of footsteps is the only clue of her existence for you.

“You made me wait.” You break the silence as you near your house. You don’t bother turning back to be an audience for her commanding attitude, but her cockiness nonetheless makes it to your ears.

“Well, I might have just forgotten. My bad.” You unlock the door, let Jimin in and close it. Right after the thud you pin her arms over her head with one hand, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.

“You made me fucking wait, Jimin. You’ll have to pay for it.” Your face is just a few inches from hers again. Your straining voice is mixed with her breath, hot, and your burning gaze never leaves hers, to return the blow that she had on your mind; you don’t know me yet.

“You should feel lucky.”

“Why?”

“I’m interested in you.” Jimin’s words, however, don’t sound tense or weak despite your visible dominance. Rather, it’s an impudent confidence that defies the dynamic knotted between your eyes. Jimin herself visualizes it with an even wider smile, dense with deliberate harm to your ego.

“Mmm…!” You dive into Jimin’s lips while your other hand suddenly wraps around her neck hard. Keeping the chokehold still, your hand once holding her wrists tears her school shirt open, letting the buttons randomly fly to the floor. With her hands free, they dangle on your arms. Her demure hand tries to push you back from her neck, but her tongue is flapping inside your mouth, already allured by the intenseness. Your other hand hesitates about before swiftly undoing her bra and Jimin drops it on the floor. You squeeze the godly pair of flesh and soon pull back from the kiss.

“Shit, you like it rough, huh?” Jimin giggles, with a killing lip bite, and discards her buttonless shirt. There you feel something kick your heart, to see a girl enjoying your selfishness and harshness for the first time. A thought that this girl might be the one for you passes through your mind like a hit-and-run truck.

You turn yourselves around and make Jimin walk backwards to your bedroom with your guide. Jimin doesn't wait to unbutton your shirt on your way, and the corners of her lips soon get pulled down by the lust exponentially charging up. You try to look calm but you’re no different–can’t help it in front of this amazing figure of Jimin, skin-to-skin just for you.

Entering the bedroom you push Jimin onto the bed. Her under lip experiences another intense bite as you lay her down and climb over her body, face to face just like a few minutes ago. With one hand supporting your weight, you take the other to her irresistible breasts and fondle them. Jimin hooks her arms and magnetizes your lips to hers for a delirious lip lock once again. Your hand slides down her torso to the button of her uniform skirt and undoes it then takes it off of her fatal legs and throws it to the floor.

“Next time you won’t wear these, okay?” It’s a demand but also a command, with your fingers on the wet spot on her panties. Her hands find themselves wandering on your toned chest, much in admiration. She nods quickly and unbuckles your pants.

“Needy,” Her hastiness makes you grin, and your words only make Jimin’s excitement grow.

“Yes. I am.” This is what makes you wanna accept the challenge; she’s talking things like that all too fresh, like you have to feel thankful for it. You take your pants off with your underwear to be fully naked. You help Jimin get rid of the annoying cloth being dampened by her pussy off her legs and throw it to the pile of clothes on the floor. With the anticipation for the next step Jimin’s breath paces up, running thin like her patience.

“You’re fucking big…” Jimin marvels at the way your cock tickles her belly button and her tummy. You slap her bare stomach a few times with your cock, spit on it and spread the slickness across with slow strokes.

“I said you’ll have to pay for it, Jimin,” You rub your cock on her wetness, gaining more lubrication, and slap your cock on her folds to see her reaction.

“Ah, please make me…Make me-OH FUCK…!” You push into the hilt with a swift thrust. The tightness draws a groan straight from your throat, and your right hand rises to her neck and chokes her hard again.

“You tell me who’s lucky. You think it’s still me?” Straight to the point that has been bothering you ever since it was spoken. You love to make things clear—dirty—who’s the one to stand and who’s the one to kneel. And if she ever intended to get under your skin, well, she pushed the wrong button.

Jimin’s eyes slam shut, unlike her agape mouth through which you can see her tongue has lost its way, dragged here and there by the hand of her senses, overthrown by what you’re doing. You keep thrusting in and out at such a pace, every time making sure your balls hit her ass, filling her tight hole up ecstatically with no vacancy.

“Hah, god…! It’s me, I’m the lucky one! I’m so fucking lucky to have your big cock inside me!”

“Good. See, your act doesn’t last a day.”

Her lips tremble, as if about to cry, as if all the fucking around was just a pretense and she actually has to be under you. She bites the lower one but can’t hold the shiver down. 

You move your hand from Jimin’s neck to her face, grabbing her cheeks in one grip. You bring her face close to yours, both shaking to the orgasmic rhythm but never losing eye contact. Then you slap her cheeks, out of nowhere, just enough for the sound to be pleasurable but not too painful. Jimin starts to drool when you do that several times more, with loud, long moans gradually turning into screams.

“Oh, fuck, yes…! FUCK YES…!” Done with the hitting, you push in your fingers to Jimin’s unsilent mouth to get a better hold of her body. A teardrop leaves her glossy eyes and rolls down to where her ear is. A perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, both of which makes you two forget about tomorrow.

“I’m cumming, Jesus! I-I… Fucking cummi-“ Jimin’s back viciously arches so upward that you almost slip out. Her arms don’t seem to settle for a while before they dig into your back to work as anchors, her body vulnerable in the midst of a destructive swirl of pleasure. But that’s none of your concern as you make the haze in her head threaten her consciousness.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” You wait for Jimin to come down but that’s so silly of you to do so; your ravageous ramming cock never lets her. All of a sudden you pull out, causing Jimin to shake immensely, and flip her on all fours. Her sex is glistening and the other hole is too, both of them slick with her juices and constricting irregularly.

When Jimin feels your cock rub on her pussy she collapses onto the mattress, only her ass up and her face down, exhausted on the bed, faced to the right. But whenever your cock teases her other hole Jimin shudders, toes curl and her fists try to tear your sheets at the sensation of her asshole getting stimulated.

“Agh, fuck…” You don’t warn Jimin when you insert the head of your cock inside her tight ass. This time even you can’t handle the pleasure of its tremendous tightness as you shut your eyes and groan loudly.

“Holy fuck, Jimin, this is so tight,” You tell her when you’re halfway in. Her body stays still, but her hands ball up and her toes curl until they all become pale. Every inch deeper inside her ass is the moment for you to admire the transcendental tightness you’ve never experienced from those other girls you have been through. Maybe you’re lucky too, to have found this perfect body with nothing to lament on.

“Oh, please, that’s deep! Fuck my ass deep just like-oh my fucking god!” Your reaction is quick—it’s more of a reflection though—doing more than what Jimin asked even before she finishes her words, beginning the mindless assfuck with such a carefree pace. You bring her powerless head up with your hand wrapped around her neck, tight, choking her again. The tighter you grip, the tighter her ass gets. You catch a glimpse of the crooked corner of her lips, which only fuels your inner engines to work even harder.

It’s just your thing; when you see a smile, you have to break it. You destroy it, and you sincerely cherish it when it’s gone.

As you reach your maximum speed Jimin’s distorted smile subsides and an even more euphoric look spreads. Mouth open wide, drooling down her chin and onto your hand on her throat, eyes open but white. As if she muted herself, Jimin doesn’t even breathe—not only because of your grip, but also the orgasm building up as fast as how you ram her ass. You grin at the sight of Jimin drowning in the sensations her own nerves convey; you create. It kills you how small her body is, when you can witness a simple—yet ruthless—piston to her crotch can dye her whole skin red, travel electrically to everywhere in no time, shrinking every minimal muscle. You release her, she falls down limp on the bed and screams at the anal orgasm hitting her, threatening her consciousness.

“Ahh! Fuck, fuck…!” You’re nowhere far from your own end, either. Your breath shallows down at the crazy tightness of Jimin’s orgasming ass. 

“Jimin, I’m cumming…!” You do. You reach as deep inside her anal cavern as you can and unload your cum, mind blowing pleasure coursing through every corner of your body. You shoot, and shoot, and shoot. Jimin clenches her hole for your cum to be deposited inside her with a lazy hum, in harmony with your groan seeping out of your gritted teeth.

It takes a few minutes for your breaths to find the normal speed. “No one’s fucked my ass this amazing,”

It surely was enough to bring amazement, undoubtedly the best you’ve had so far. You sit up and rearrange her hair for her.

“Did I pay for it?“ Jimin’s already got that bright smile back, and after such an extreme sex your barriers collapse in front of her, as you smile back at her.

“Very much.”

“Can you get my phone? It’s in my skirt.” You head to the pile of discarded clothes and do it for Jimin, who’s sitting on the bed with her head resting on the headboard. You toss it on the bed.

Jimin looks into her phone right away, scrolls down mindlessly and looks at you, who’s naked and standing next to the bed.

“Take a shower first, baby.”

Baby, she said.

Your eyes dart to hers immediately. Your face stays placid but you know Jimin knows you’re not at all used to it. You never really allow any strings attached with the ones you fuck; it’s a rather body-to-body entanglement than something emotional. But you’re surprised at how that word fits comfortably between you two. There’s something different. You look back at Jimin but her attention is taken by her phone already, again like a hit-and-run truck, but not completely as you can see her smirk the way you love. So you just enter the bathroom. 

In the shower you review the past 30 minutes—you had sex with the girl Yoo Jimin: nothing special. But not just that; Jimin has by far the best body of all the other girls you’ve experienced. You can tell you really enjoyed it today. You can tell she’s worthy of continuing the relationship. You like the way Jimin turns from a bubbly, sassy girl in school to a begging, screaming mess in bed under you. And the way she calls you baby—it dulls all your edges like a cup of boiling water would do to an ice cube. Just like the hot water pouring on your head.

You come out of the shower and see Jimin smoking on your bed, sitting on the edge with her legs crossed, elbow on her thigh, still aesthetically naked. She looks gorgeous like that. You walk to her, take the cigarette from her hand to your mouth. Then push her down on the bed, breathe the smoke in deep and throw the shortened cigarette away to the bin next to bed, breathe out, and share a smoky kiss.

A few moments later your rod pokes at her belly and Jimin parts away with a giggle.

“Fuck, I really have to clean my body.” You bring her off the bed with you. “Shut up and get down here,” With a smirk she does, and as soon as she adjusts her legs and position you shove your cock in her mouth. A gag earned.

But after that Jimin takes your big cock pretty well, without gagging or looking uncomfortable, even when her nose crashes on your crotch; you’ve found yourself a perfect girl, indeed.

“Nice.” Her teary eyes never leave yours throughout the session as you pace up for a brief finish. Adjusting to the speed of your cock moving entirely in and out, Jimin’s hands go up to the back of your thighs for firmer grip.

Jimin’s drool tickles down your balls and forms a small puddle on the floor. With the filthiest slurping sound Jimin bobs her head at the beat of your cock sliding through. Whenever her delicate tongue presses onto the underside of your cock you throb inside her mouth, making her head slightly move simultaneously.

Jimin’s tears meet the drool on her chin, and with a sound of her voice from her throat Jimin taps your thighs for you to pull out. You take your cock out of her mouth and slap it on her fucked face a few times, painting her face with her own saliva, to her liking.

“Finish it.”

Put the shower aside, and you shower Jimin with your lust deep into her throat. You feel your legs not far from giving in, but thankfully your cock is just the same, due to what Jimin is doing under you.

“Jimin, I’m-I’m close.”

Jimin starts to fondle your balls and that certainly helps you cross the line. In no time you fill her throat up white, and the room with your satisfied groan.

You look straight into Jimin’s eyes when you cum, and it’s astonishingly reciprocated when she gulps down your load quickly, professionally. As soon as you are done pouring into Jimin she stands up, showing you her clean tongue with a tilt of her head, and heads to the bathroom. You, left alone, giggle quietly and sprawl on the bed after putting on underwear. 

******

“Text me at lunch break. You know where to meet me.” You just nod at Jimin, who’s in one of your T-shirts that is just a little bit big for her; loss of all the buttons on her uniform comes at a cost. An inner beam blooms under your face when you find her just too perfect in that outfit of school skirt with your T-shirt tucked under it. Those unhidden bra lines count as one of many reasons for you to stare at her, take her in your arms right now and-

“Not now, perv.” Her smirk lets yours surface up to reciprocate hers. You stand up from the bed, approach her and walk her backwards to the wall. Jimin has been playful and relaxed with you and you like it. But when you—just like right now—detect submission in her eyes: you love it. You don’t stop your hand from rising up for her neck and have a good grip around it. You don’t stop the other from being pulled away to her gracious tits and squeezing them.

“Not now?” And there are those big eyes begging for you to go further, that bitten lower lip asking for any contact, as if the one who just quipped ‘not now’ choked out. Always hits you differently when she just switches from a brat to a subby mess out of control.

Contradiction is the most normal of things when you have a tight grip over Jimin. Her reddening face gradually forms a thin smirk when your lips close in to hers. Her eyes close, lips part for a mind-numbing kiss—

“Not now.” You make a sudden pull back and release Jimin from your grip. She stumbles and almost collapses on the floor so you hold her in your arms. For the same purpose and then some, her arms rest on your shoulders and pull you in, only to be denied by your hand pushing her chest off of you, leaving Jimin just keeping a hungry gaze at your lips and whimpering “Please.”

You finish tying the necktie, bring your thumb up to her lips. As it sweeps over them Jimin lets her tongue coat your thumb with her saliva which could’ve blended perfectly with yours.

“To the spot at lunch break, Jimin. And ah,” You stand down and pull her panties down in one sway and she helps herself out of them by lifting her legs respectively. You toss it on the bed and rise up again, for your collarbone to match her height, for her to look up at you again.

“You don’t wear the same panties for two days straight, do you?” Jimin just nods quickly and tries to crush her lips on yours yet again. Seems like she wouldn’t care even if you made her go to school all nude, if she could just mix her tongue with yours right now. Her efforts to make you kiss her is visible to you; eyes so seductive yet not able to take themselves off of their foremost target, lips slightly open for her tongue to peek outside. Seeing that you just step back and prepare to leave for school with an unseen smirk.

“Let’s go.”

******

As anticipated, needy and untidy Yoo Jimin sends you a dozen pictures of her bare crotch under her skirt, saying ‘Want your fingers inside’, ‘Can’t wait for the lunch break.’ Those are to be left on read.

Morning classes fly by as the bell rings to announce the lunch break. The class rushes out for lunch, has a race among them with some of them even running like they have something to win. And amongst that crowd you head to the spot, to Yoo Jimin.

She’s there already waiting for you when you turn the last corner. Legs crossed, back on the brick wall and a half-spent cigarette between her lips, looking so delinquent there with that insanely short skirt and in the shirt you gave. She notices you, has a reet smile on her and throws the cigarette on the ground, and watches you approach her standing still. No immaterial words or acts are needed when you can just kiss those lips like they’re yours. The remnant of the cigarette a fume that makes you dive deeper into this trance her tongue and yours are building, you spontaneously get rid of her skirt and are met with the wet skin under it.

Your fingers taste her crotch, slowly rubbing around and poised for any further indulgence. Her hands are, on the other hand, hectic with your buttons and when they’re done they swiftly go down to your belt. Your pants drop to your ankles in no time with your underwear, and with your erect cock emancipated, Jimin detaches from the kiss and spits on your cock and spreads it.

It all happens so fast that you are still enraptured by the kiss and her tits in your palms, leaving so many treats unfelt to your body. The next second you are inside her, making it even headier for you to follow up.

“Fuck, I needed this.” Jimin grits. With no clue of downshifting she takes the shirt off, her bra to follow suit, and hooks her arms around your neck to stand the frantic sex she wants from you. And that happens right away, as your instinct drops the hammer for you to automatically thrust into her even before you find yourself moaning at the sensation of her inside.

You keep your eyes closed while wrecking her pussy despite the eye candy that is Yoo Jimin during sex, and suddenly you notice her teeth on your shoulder. It’s a pain that can make you grin, that can make you savor the feeling, even it gets even stronger, because now you know that when she bites, she cums. Her legs give in, and you know it by the weight of her arms around your neck. Her walls clench harshly and there’s a stream of her juice down your legs when she cums. Yoo Jimin is so tactile, and when she cums her whole body does, for yours to recognize, you don’t even have to hearken to know it. The auditory input hits your brain the last, the pearly, shaky yelp of the orgasming needy girl adds up to all the stimuli you are taking.

When she comes down you slow down, lazily reaching her cervix as she hums at it every time.

“Kiss me, baby.” You do. It’s saccharine to your tongue. Her tongue distraughtly moves around inside your mouth, some of the drool leaking onto her tits to make it even more impeccable. The gustation mesmerizes you into a rabid sex, this time for yourself to get off. No subduing, only upshifts lead the way as you turn her around, put it back in and lavish thrusts into her sex.

“Shit. Jimin, you’re so fucking perfect.” You’re not saying this again because she might not have heard it; you are repeating it like a low-functioning machine because you’re afraid you haven’t said it enough. And she can condone it—of course she can, it’s a compliment anyway—because she knows it already, because the feeling’s mutual. You say it several more times on the back of her neck, almost making it a tattoo, carving it in intaglio. Still deranged, Jimin is just screaming with her back arching to the sky and carotically facing the brick wall with her left cheek. The right side of her face is rosed up, and her eye has a glimpse of you, your wry face and the sweat-coated torso and shuts and she cums just like that. 

Her breaths are shallow, irregular, a gusty fluid squelches out of her pussy and the scene of her orgasm is intimidating your endurance, easily sending you to an orgasmic stupor and making you spurt out inside her with a gritted groan. 

“Jimin, I… God, fuck…!” To your overstimulated cock Jimin has her shrewd tongue on it, sealed with her lips. Makes your legs wobble, unmercifully agitating your mind with frenzy, but just until she clears your shaft up clean from the tabloid juices all over it.

“I loved it. Maybe we should make it daily.” Jimin rises up, with her skirt and your shirt in her hands and still breathing somewhat heavily. And the desecrated smile on her face is the coercion for you to wear one too, a copacetic one. Shirt on, a smoking cigarette between your fingers, you insinuate to her.

“Your panties are still on my bed, you know.” And she’s shrewd with it—has been from the very beginning—and purrs. “Mhmm, I’m going to go fetch it after school with you.”

Of course, is what your nods that follows says, and there’s my girl, says your zest-filled grin, looking at her back that walks out of the corner. It’s always that intrinsic sass you could simply, so simply kill for. Maybe a challenge for you, maybe a finesse for you to be benumbly trapped into. It’s your choice, and from some point on the latter looks dazzling to you; maybe you’re a person who just dyes so well, to a derogated girl who seemed to have taken everything you’ve given but turns out she just put you in the phantasma of her own stardust without you realizing it—you’ve lost it in her, somehow. And that’s bizarre: and you love it.

******

You’re standing at the bus stop, hands in your pocket and looking around to find your girl. When you do, you’re so surprised at how Jimin so stands out among all the crowd while doing nothing but just walk. Even from miles out you’re sure you’ll spot her in a second. The belle of the crowd, wherever she is. She’s not the tallest but still piques herself on her to-die-for aura like she blurs everyone out. As if she sensed the scrutiny, Jimin looks up from her phone, looks around and soon finds you looking at her. You hate to be seen so infatuated like this but you can’t help it, as your eyes meet hers and your face brightens up, half from seeing her and half at yourself caught like that.

“That happy to see me?” You don’t answer, just bring your hands to her crotch and check there’s no underwear blocking your way. A flick over her uncovered pussy earns you a shocked look.

“This is not your bedroom!” Jimin shouts in whisper, but not with caution, but an intrigued grin with eyes darting around the crowd waiting for the bus.

“Are you telling me to stop?” You take your fingers to her mouth, her tongue welcoming the taste of horniness coated all over your fingers. “I’m telling you not to stop.”

So your hand returns to her pussy. You’re rubbing, tapping on and hooking your fingers in, Jimin bites on her own fingers not to relinquish her scream. You hold her trembling body as steady as possible but you know that it’ll be absolutely normal if the people around you realize that you two are having a little fun explicitly in public. Everyone’s looking at you and Jimin in front of you, facing the same way as you and receiving that dirty fingering amongst so many audiences.

In a few minutes the bus is here, to show you only one vacant seat left. You take the seat and Jimin sits on your lap, facing backwards and hugging your neck. You resume the unholy yet entertaining fingering to the pretty moaning girl on your lap.

And you return to who you really are: you’re a gentleman yourself, with etiquette, with common decency, to pull Jimin’s head down on your shoulder to muffle her nasty sound on it. You know even the driver is looking at you through the mirror, but that’s because of her, not you; again, you’re making no noise, and Jimin in your embrace is the culprit of all the squeaky, watery, moaning noise, not you. 

“Quiet, Jimin.” Now her teeth dig into your skin, synchronizing with your fingers indulging into her wet, tight hole. You know what you’re doing won’t shut her up. You’re just saying it, a formality. Inside your mind you want her to moan loudly, at the same time want to see her struggle keeping it quiet. So you yank her hair back to watch her distorted face, observe every tiny wriggle of her expression.

“Ah…!” Look into her eyes as if wanting to pierce through them. Jimin looks at you too, flooding with lust, drowning in her own sensations of sex and embarrassment of being exposed in such a public situation. “I’m almost there.” It’s a plain text but she’s begging there. She says she’s almost there but she’s already there, as it seems.

“Yeah, we’re almost there.” A bump on the road makes your fingers hit her spot, makes her back arc, makes her almost, almost lose it right there. You pull out your fingers from her hot cavern to the relatively cool air of the bus. Her liquid feels fresh out in the air but that feeling is soon lost, by her tongue wrapping them up and sucking it clean—suckling it dirty.

The bus stops right then for only you and Jimin to get off. It’s much quieter than inside the bus, partially due to you not fingerfucking her anymore. In no time you’re at the door of your house, unlock it, swing open and it slams shut. Simultaneously Jimin hops on you and dive into your mouth with hers. You stumble through to your bedroom, toss her on the bed, swiftly undo your belt and pants with your boxers, let your already hard dick spring out but don't let it feel the air as it vanishes into Jimin’s waiting pussy right away.

No one speaks a word. No one can, to be fair. You two are merely inches away from dying, too impatient to wait another second. And there you let Jimin approach death a bit closer by holding her neck around, a perfect necklace for her, and straining your hand. Jimin’s mouth is open, difficulty in breathing so visible, face reddening but there’s still her hunger in it; she grins. Her smile is so cruel, violent, so evil yet joyful, as if she’s the victimizer and you’re the victim.

“Please, baby… Kill me. Fucking choke me to death, please, choke me and kill me-fuck!” You make her scream when you slap her tits, as if you were angry at her, but you’re the opposite—you love her so much that you just want to abuse her, to her liking, just like right now. All her sensations seem to evaporate as her eyes roll back and her hands drop to her sides spiritlessly: or, airlessly. You let her go, not wanting to actually kill her.

With a giant inhale Jimin returns from the border of unconsciousness. Her hands travel from her own tits, your hands, and soon back to the sheets, still wandering in need for anything to release the tension. So you pin down her wrists and pace up your thrusts.

“Fuck, Jimin. Don’t tempt me. You make me really want to fuck you dead.” You’re saying it right on her face, which enables her to feel that you mean it. There she tries to kiss your lips, but you pull back with agility, instead covering her mouth and nose with your palm, again suffocating her to your liking, to your loving, to your abnormal, psychopathic obsession.

“I want to see you struggle for life. I want to see you beg for life. You’ll look so perfect like that.” Jimin screams into your hand, covers it with her saliva and tears. You close in with your other hand groping her tit and your cock hitting everywhere inside her squeezing cunt. Jimin’s eyes widen as her orgasm fades in, muffling “I’m cumming!” Several times on your palm before peaking like never before. Her orgasm never gives her the time to even shut her eyes as they roll into her head. Her scream penetrates your hand over her mouth as it departs on your ears so deliciously.

That’s what psychopaths do, isn’t it? To experience the catharsis washing over your spine and get off with how a person screams, all helpless, with tears, shallow breaths as if soon going to die, or at least pass out. Maybe it’s that she’s making it clear about who you are. Would be a pleasure to embrace it.

And it’s your turn now. You pull out, escaping Jimin’s spent pussy with quite an amount of her squirt, leaving her all trembling and arching. There’s a layer of sweat all over her body and it makes it look like a scene from any pornography. Jimin doesn’t move a bit-only her chest is heavily healing up and down, even after you flip her upside down.

You tease her asshole with your middle finger and when she senses it enter she helps you by spreading her cheeks for deeper insertion. No resistance in and out of her ass. Every curl inside her ass makes Jimin squeeze her own cheeks as a response with a powerless moan. “Mmm, fuck me please… I’m not done yet.” Of course. You grin and prepare your cock for the second entrance as you pull Jimin up on all fours. Her arms give up when you rub your glistening cock on her pussy lips. And her reason gives up when you penetrate her rear hole.

“Ahh-fuck yes!”

“Holy fuck. This is so tight.” Her tightness erases your patience to savor it slowly. You start ruining her ass with the intention of actually destroying it. Jimin frowns, loud moan seeping through the bitten lip, hands curling into fists but arms all powerless on her sides.

“It’s so good, it’s so fucking good…! Don’t stop it baby. Make me cum like a fucking whore…!” Her voice can’t even get louder when her words just melt on the mattress just like her. Her words turn to nothings, eyes squeeze shut, concentrating all her senses to where she’s getting fucked. You feel your eyelids become heavier every single thrust, but the visual pleasure is just too good to give up watching it-her ass up for you to fuck it senseless, narrow waist contrasting her wide hips so aesthetically. The cherry on top is the expressions on her gorgeous face which you can’t quite read. Just like when all colors mixed makes pitch-black, her facial wrinkles and twitches are the perfect mixture of all pleasure, ecstasy that you can’t tell what she’s feeling at this moment.

“Nngh!” Actually, you can. Jimin is orgasming so hard, clear—dirty—liquid pumping out of her empty pussy to flood the mattress. Her ass squeezes your cock too hard for you to move in and out as fast as before without blasting every drop in her climaxing ass hole.

So you park it deep in her contracting hole, stay there, and shut Jimin’s moaning mouth with yours. She doesn’t care—or she doesn't acknowledge—and keeps screaming for her life even after her peak has washed over. A few dozen seconds pass, she calms down to at least breathe regularly when you stand your torso up to resume the session.

“You… You have to cum…” As if she even cares for you instead of her own pleasure. You know she just wants more overwhelming orgasm only you can deliver, and you are no different. There’s something about this body, these tits, the voice, this face, this pussy, this ass; there really is something about Yoo Jimin. Without your knowledge you are humping her like a villain, mad, but with a grin that’s so dangerous that Jimin mirrors. Your hand already made itself home around her neck, a red mark of it pressing hard inevitable, tears rolling down along her side face.

“I’m going to fill you up, Jimin.” And with a sharp inhale you begin wrecking her inside. A gut-rearranging pounding is what her perfect ass deserves and she can’t even open her eyes properly-either one stays closed against her will, rolling up to see that there’s nothing inside her head.

“Fuck! Please, please, please, please… Gah, I’m- Again…!” How impatient. There’s not even a point for you to call a flaw. Immoral, impatient, vulgar, dirty… She’s all too perfect. And you’re sure that’s why you cum so hard, like never before.

A nasty pair of voices fill each other’s brain as you two cum. You lower your body, forehead on hers and eyes on hers, looking through those teary orbs as you feel yourself bursting out gregariously. No words but loud pants bridge your sensations to each other, and until the last spurt you don’t even blink in order to see Jimin go through her own orgasm.

That’s it; it’s been your undesirable sadistic desire that kept you on fire, and when you have saturated it it flips out of your head, making it empty—there hasn’t been anything other than that. When you’re done completely you let Jimin go from your glare, sit on the edge next to her gasping body. Your urge is swept off so cleanly, and you can see how dirty it was by the mess on your bed.

“Are you alright?” You ask, but looking up at the ceiling, not Jimin. You don’t turn your head but can already sense her looking at you. “You’re just so perfect.” Selfishly she doesn’t answer. And you hear the smirk in her words. You make one on your face too, hearing that, stand up, face her and find Jimin overloading your vision with how she gorgeously lies down there, making even all the nasty things complement her perfection.

“I’ll shower. Just don’t fall asleep on the bed. It’s dirty.” You tell Jimin, all helpless and powerless on the bed and panting like she just had the best sex in her life. The lustful girl who was begging for you to kill her is nowhere to be found; instead there’s a weak, short of breath, vulnerable and lithe angelic devil with your cum gushing out of her ass. As if a few more touches and she’d actually evaporate.

In the shower you barely feel the water on your body, so distracted by your own thoughts—your own thoughts but in the grabs of Yu Jimin. The exact same as yesterday, you are showering yourself with your shocked, strange feelings in the shower after sex that simply blew your mind.

It's just that she's too good. Too good to call it a hook-up, too good to make it only an occasional sex. The way she craves your cock, the way she begs for your violence, the way she’s so desperate for extreme orgasms under your hold. It’s the first time for you to smile just by thinking of a girl, especially when you’re such a harsh and rough type of a person even you’d admit. She’d let you hit her. She’d let you choke her, let you fuck her, destroy her—let you love her.

Then the door opens, a small, pale figure of female comes in, walks slowly through the mist of the hot water. Jimin stops in front of you, legs barely holding there, face buried on your chest and her arms locked around your neck to support her lithe body but they barely do. You move a little backward to let her more of the hot water.

As if all the water got into your veins, you feel your heart burn. Just look at her—legs all wobbly, barely standing, too exhausted to even look up at you, her hands at the back of your neck irregularly stroking the back of your head as if signaling she’s at least perceiving things properly. You put a hand on her back and spread the water on it, and that’s when she lifts her head and meets your eyes. 

Weak and lethargic like a candlelight in front of a tsunami, Jimin is barely standing there with low moans whenever her legs wobble and give up. Her arms tighten around your neck as one of yours hug her back so that she doesn’t collapse. Her face is right beneath yours, tilted up to face yours. Those eyes can’t avoid looking at your lips, which is just what you’re doing to her unashamedly.

Your hand climbs up to the back of her head. Regardless of that you and Jimin are exchanging such a strong yet soft, intense yet loving eyelock. It is an atypically genial moment and if you look back at this moment you might throttle yourself. She should know it by now, from the visible, audible changes on you. 

(Maybe you were afraid. Or beyond that. Love was what your fears were afraid of. Doesn’t quite make sense to say that you have fears, but anyways, you didn’t want, nor expect a couple nights to escalate to an actual romance.)

Minutes pass, and pass, and—and pause, when you pull her a bit into your arms and make a soundless, yet seismic kiss. Lips lock. Two pairs of lips open and a pair of tongues make contact, hug each other just like you two. Her hands snake into your hair, your head in her hands and deeper into the kiss. You two have even forgotten to breathe as the liplock continues for what feels like a lifetime, to complete the kiss of your life. When you try to pull back Jimin lunges a bit forward not to break the kiss, and you let your system suffocate a few dozen seconds more. 

“You’re so beautiful, Yu Jimin.” You finally tell her this. Not the literal confession of love but she gets it with the bewitching smile she always wears like nothing. Never been in love, you feel like you’re sent back to childhood, pure and intact, but that feeling is shattered into pieces when her hand finds your hardened cock poking at her belly.“Is that why you’re so hard, baby?” This time, the word ‘baby’ sounds so right with a lip bite of your lover and with a lust-filled grin on you. Her thumb slides on the underside of the tip, almost making you stumble back.

“Yes. Just like you’re always horny because of me.”  With a smirk you turn her around, bend her over so that her hands are on the wall, and put your cock in in one stroke. Jimin helplessly loses all the strength in her legs and falls but you're prudential enough not to let her. It's to the point where she's just hanging from your arms when you kindle the movement. Her skin looks even more satin with the water so you collar her and go on. You can't stop when the biggest impetus is jonesing for it. No choice but to harden the grip on her throat.

Jimin is flaccid on the wall, fingers fumbling on and desperately digging themselves on it with her head facing down. You are never going to unbind her until she falls into a stupor. “Baby I… I fucking love it so deep…! Use me just like that…” She can't let it out loud and soon loses all voice, raises her head, brings yours right beside hers and kisses you. And a feeling that this is the requital for your disclosure makes it compulsory to reciprocate it poignantly. Her hand guides one of yours to her tits, pushes it hard on it to make you squeeze them and soon the convulsions agitate through her body. Her orgasmic screams reverberate through your throat, which is also moaning out of the pleasure congesting your mind. 

When the kiss breaks her yelps stifle the smacking and squelching. You have no idea if it’s your heartiness or just overstimulation from before the shower, but her voice sounds so giddy she might just hit the floor all limp. The burgeoning pleasure conglomerates into a derogated vertigo, the unbearable sensations stack up in your spines and Jimin’s wringing walls really doesn’t help you push it down. Her eyes tell you—because her mouth can’t right now—she’s only a couple thrusts away from coming undone, tantamount to what’s threatening to blow your mind, break down your nerves.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m fucking coming…!” A tautology that is so understandable. You help her, add to the pleasure by choking her. Her moans permeate to your hand through her throat and the foul secretion of her orgasm flows down her legs with the water pelting down on your bodies. Jimin fumbles on the wall with her fingers, too herring-gutted to digest the deray.

“Jimin. Yu Jimin. I’m coming too-fuck…!” When Jimin hears her name she hums, and when she feels the warmth coat her walls she buckles, arches her back to beckon your lips and jockeys her tongue between them. In less than a minute however she pulls back, due to lack of air, because of your chokehold, and pants in your face, with a pejorative smile, but no sign of mannerism—you all know, that smile that follows after an exquisite sex—her sheer feelings carved in it, and you willingly mirror it as a beck of mutuality.

******

A rather huge thing is settled. Sitting on the edge of the bed together, with a cigarette between your fingers for each, you recount your history: the reason you moved, your personality, your sex life being like this. All of them, however, converge to her, Yu Jimin, weirdly enough for you who just can’t concede any feelings involved, which sounds like a monolithic psychopath which actually might be who you are.

Well, a little bit of romance couldn’t kill, could it? You think, lying next to Jimin and slowly closing your eyes to fall-

“You haven’t said it yet.”

“Say what?”

“You only said I’m beautiful.”

“And?”

“I know there’s something more. You know there’s something more.”

There you fail to hold out the chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re-“

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to be shy about it,”

Jimin mischievously giggles. You know you can’t just laugh it off, and you won’t. That intricate feeling that tickles, but is not transient.

With a somnolent voice, you placidly say, like a tagline of a tragedy—or a comedy.

“Love you, Jimin.”

Her grin infiltrates her words hearing it.

“That’s it, my boy. Love you too.”

******

#kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #karina smut #aespa smut

[bangtanficsforyou]

They Reject You (hyung line)- part three

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: swear words here and there, a little kissing scene.

Jin

"I told you, you should have done this sooner."

"Hey, if I had known this was gonna be this much fun, I would have."

"I did tell you, you just didn't believe me."

You huff. "Okay fine! You were right all along and I was wrong. Happy?"

Blair chugs down another shot and winces at the bitter taste. "I'll be happy when you listen to my advice."

"Asking for too much, now. Aren't you?" 

"Cool then, mop over a boy for over a month again. Why don't you?" She retorts with no real bite, rather genuinely enjoying the glimpse of the old you back. 

A wave of sadness hits you when you're reminded about the said boy and you sigh. "He isn't just a boy, he's also my best friend."

Blair immediately regrets her words when she notices the look on your face. "I understand that you would need time but if I hadn't dragged you out today, you would have not made any efforts to move on for at least another six months."

You feel an instant urge to deny it but end up not protesting because you know how true her words are.

Moving on would have been easier if you knew the answer to this one question; how does one move on from their best friend? 

How do you forget the moments that made you fall for him? Moments when he was the only one you could confide in. When you two would spend hours talking on the phone about random things. When the two of you would sit on the balcony and judge every passerby. The inside jokes, the tears, the hugs, the words of comfort. How do you forget those and tell yourself to not feel the way you do?

And even if you manage to do so, will the two of you really ever get back to being as close as you once were? Won't that result in you falling for him all over again?

You take hold of another glass of shot when you realise that you were overthinking again. Today your plan is to get enough alcohol in your system so that you do not overthink the little things.

"What is he doing here?" Blair whispers to herself.

"Who?" Your tipsy mind gets distracted by that and you start checking left and right to catch sight of the person she's talking about.

"Jin."

Your eyes widen in shock and you freeze in your seat. "Jin is here?"

Blair nods, feeling the same amount of disbelief as you. 

"Should I hide in the washroom?" You whisper shout. You don't even know why you feel the need to run when you and Jin have had a civil conversation just a few weeks ago. All you know is that you do not wish to face Jin. You are not ready to face the stir of emotions Jin would inevitably ignite.

"Fun fact, his eyes are fixed here," she quips with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I'm also pretty sure, he's aware that we are talking about him."

You shut your eyes and groan audibly. "Fuck. Just what I needed."

"Fun fact part two, he's coming here."

As soon as she completes her sentence, you hear your name being called. 

"Y/N."

"Jin!" You put on a fake smile and try to seem as excited as you possibly can. You won't allow your spirits to dwindle so easily. "What are you doing here?"

Jin thinks for a brief moment if he should lie and say that it was a coincidence but then decides otherwise. "Well, Jimin texted me that you're here and I had something important to tell you, so,"

"Well, I don't feel stalked at all." You grin sarcastically.

Jin smiles. That's the first stage of you getting drunk; getting sassy. "Well, I'd be hurt if you were to call me a creepy stalker."

He says it with such a soft look of adoration that Blair has to clear her throat loudly to announce her presence.

"I'm Blair," she introduces herself.

Jin understands that Blair's words are directed at him and he politely puts his hand forward in greeting. "I'm Jin."

Blair nods and shakes his hand. From the look in his eyes, she already has an idea about why Jin might be here and if what she's assuming is right, she should really get out of here as quickly as she can. 

"Well, it's good that you are here, I have somewhere to go. Take care of her," as soon as the words are out of her mouth, Blair quickly leaves the spot knowing very well how you are going to react. 

You gasp dramatically, concerned about how quickly she changed her colours. What a traitor you have as a friend. 

Jin sits on the stool next to you before you can recover from your shock. "So what have you been drinking?" 

You look at Jin with your mouth parted open, still having a hard time understanding what just happened in the span of a few minutes. How you came to the club to temporarily forget about Jin and how now, you are sitting right next to him.

You blink a few times to let the shock subside and with Blair gone, you feel your adrenaline rush fade away.

"I don't know, Blair ordered it," you shrug.

He hums, fiddling with his fingers on the table. "Any special reason you are out here clubbing on a weekday?"

"Nah," you say just as casually as you had uttered the previous sentence. Maybe it's because of the alcohol but you don't find yourself feeling anxious in his presence. There's only a very little amount of unease but that's only because you don't want to get too into your emotions. 

Jin watches you closely. You don't look drunk, just tipsy. And thankfully, for him, you don't seem to be too bothered by the fact that he just invited himself. 

Someone might say that he's being overdramatic coming all the way to say something he could have said any other time. But when Jimin texted him that you're here, his thoughts started getting a little wild.

What if you were in a club trying to get over him? What if some hot bartender catches your eye? What if your friends are telling you that you deserve better? (The last one, Jin agrees with) 

It's fair to say that those thoughts made him rush to this place so that he can finally say what he figured out in the last few days.

Jin inhales deeply and asks the million-dollar question. "Do you– do you still love me?"

You choke on your drink and a series of coughs that follows. Jin immediately asks for a glass of water and helps you calm down.

"What kind of a question is that?" You ask in a raspy voice when your coughing fit subsides.

"A very important one?" He asks you back, his brows now furrowing in nervousness.

You mimic his expression, only that your brows furrow in annoyance. "What kind of people do you hang around with to get the idea that people's feelings change in the span of a few weeks?"

Ah, yes. You're sassy right now.

Jin's features soften and he looks at you with a look of disbelief.

"So you still love me?" He asks in a whisper, too scared to say the words out loud.

"Unfortunately, yes." You nod.

Before you can take hold of another glass of shot, Jin's hand comes to rest on yours. You look at him in confusion, wondering what even is he up to.

"Well, I love you too," a wide smile breaks out on his face as if the thought of you is enough to make him happy.

This time, you choke on thin air. "Excuse me?!"

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "I'm sorry it took me so long, but now that I know, I just want to be with you forever."

Your eyes follow his movements and you find your breathing getting shallower and only one question coming to your mind; Is this really happening?

Jin notices the way you seem to have run out of words. It makes him want to smirk in satisfaction but at the same time wrap you in his arms. Had he known you would react this way, he would have done this way sooner. But he was busy being a fool back then. 

You were always by his side, through the worst and the best. You were his only constant in the world of variables. He always felt so at home with you, that the thought of changing the dynamics never occurred to him. You two were perfect being best friends and he thought that was how it was going to be forever. 

But then he's also a hopeless romantic at heart. He has always dreamt of his perfect partner and what life with them will look like. He has also had his fair share of crushes and relationships but never did the faceless person from his dreams appear to be one of them.

Now that he thinks of it, he knows why that was the case. 

"You don't have to say anything," Jin adds, not wanting you to stress about it. "I just needed you to know that I love you and I'm sorry for realising it so late."

Now as sassy as you are when you're tipsy, you're just as bold. Without thinking any further, you lean forward and kiss him. It's odd and something your sober self would never do, but right now you're definitely not sober. Plus, you can leave the overthinking for her when she wakes up tomorrow. At the moment, the only thing that matters to you is that the man you so irrevocably love, loves you back. 

Jin freezes and his eyes widen in shock when he feels your lips on his. 

He knows you are only doing this because you are drunk. He knows that had you been sober you would have asked a million questions by now. He also, knows that he shouldn't be kissing you back but when he hears a whine of complaint from you at his lack of enthusiasm, his resolve crumbles. 

He gently puts his palms on your cheeks and kisses you back passionately. The warm sensation of your lips on his makes his head spin and he wonders how on earth has he gone so long without doing this. 

However, he pulls back when he feels your tongue against his lips. "We should get you home."

You shake your head like a stubborn child. "No, I don't want to go."

Gosh, he wants to kiss that pout away. How did he not realise that it's been you all along? 

Blair watches from a distance as you throw your hands in the air like a small child and a smile makes its way onto her lips. Guess, she won't have to worry about you moping anymore. 

Yoongi

As soon as the doorbell rings, you freeze. That must be Yoongi.

You have been looking forward to this moment and at the same time have been dreading it. But it's one of those things that you know just needs to be done.

You haven't had a single moment of peace since yesterday. It's tiring honestly. You don't know how the conversation with Yoongi will go, but you at least hope that after this you won't feel this heavy weight on your shoulders and will be able to have a good night's sleep. 

With that hope, you open the door and you're greeted by Yoongi in a purple suit and the sight itself makes you swallow. You really wish you could marry him.

Shaking the thought away, you welcome him in and ask him to take a seat on the couch. 

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" You query

Yoongi shakes his head. "Nothing really. I had coffee before leaving."

Well then, guess you won't get the time to figure out how to start the conversation. 

You take a seat on the opposite couch and play with the rings that adorn your fingers. "I called you at my place because there's something important we need to talk about and I thought that a public place isn't suitable for the conversation."

Yoongi nods. He won't lie but he shares the same view. It's difficult for him as it is to talk about his emotions. He doesn't want to imagine having to explain why he came across as nonchalant to your confession and how he respects your honesty, more than he could show.

However, nothing could have prepared him for the next words that leave your mouth.

"I think we should not go forward with this marriage."

Your words cause Yoongi to choke. Out of all the things he wanted to discuss with you, he never saw this coming. "What?!"

Seeing Yoongi react like this catches you slightly off guard. Usually, he always has his emotions in check and is unreadable. It always makes you feel like he's out of reach. However, right now, you can read him like a book, which oddly enough gives you a sense of satisfaction.

"We should not get married." You repeat your words and wait for Yoongi's shocked features to subside. 

Yoongi looks at you and notices how determined you seem, as if you have thought about this long and hard and only then have you come to this decision. The thought that there's probably no changing your mind, scares him. 

Clearing his throat, he tries to sound as calm as he can. "Why though?"

Now it's your turn to be surprised. Isn't it obvious why the two of you shouldn't get married?

Chewing on your lower lip, you ponder how you should frame your words. After a brief pause, you start with a gentle tone that somehow comes out sad.

"When two people love each other, they get married. Not because they have to, but because they want to. It's like this celebration of their love, where they declare to the world that they are each other's for the rest of eternity. But you see, that's the most important factor–" you look up to lock eyes with Yoongi. "–love."

Love. 

It's a word Yoongi has hardly ever given thought to.

Yoongi knows what it feels like to be loved. His parents love him, his sister loves him, his friends love him, his dog loves him. He also knows what it is like to love someone because he loves these people just as much. But love in the way you describe it? Yoongi has never felt that.  

From a very young age, he has known that it will be his parents who will choose who he is to marry. Which is why he has never felt or given much thought to what it is like to want to spend his whole life with someone. 

But clearly, you have. 

It looks like you know exactly what you want and he won't lie, he envies that. He wonders what it's like for someone to know what they want so clearly that they won't settle for anything less. 

"We can always fall in love," he says with a small shrug as if it's not a big deal. The gesture makes his words look insincere and although it's true that he doesn't realise the intensity of his words, it's also true that he had shrugged simply to hide how uncomfortable he feels. He has never had to talk to someone about falling in love with them. 

You chuckle humorlessly. "I don't think you realise what falling in love really means." 

Yoongi wants to feel offended by your words but he can't. Because you're right. "Well, it's never too late to learn."

You can tell that Yoongi is being genuine. But you don't know how you should perceive his genuineness. Should you feel flattered that he's willing to give your marriage a try? Or should you feel sad that he has to try falling in love with someone? 

You don't know what the answer to that would be but the thought of him falling for you because he had no other choice, does not sit right with you. Even if you two were happy one day, maybe somewhere at the corner of your mind will be the thought that he fell for you only because you two were forced into this marriage. 

"I don't think it will work, Yoongi," you say with a sigh.

Yoongi's brow furrows in frustration. Why are you complicating things like this? "I don't understand what exactly is the problem?"

Here goes nothing.

"We have been on ten dates so far and on none of those occasions, did you ever seem interested in getting to know me on a deeper level. You are a closed book and I respect that it might not be easy for everyone to be open, but what counts is the effort. We have never had an open conversation or proper communication." Your voice comes out even, not a speck of anger or disappointment lacing your words. It sounds like you're only reading out observations from a science experiment. "Why do you think that is? If you were to ask me, and I might be wrong, but it's because you were never interested in the prospect of marrying."

"Had I not asked to break the marriage, things would have been pretty much the same and I would have never voiced these thoughts. You would have made no effort and I would have been trying way too hard to fulfil my wishes. Don't you see how wrong that could go?" 

Yoongi remains speechless with his mouth parted. 

"It's not only that, though," a small smile appears on your lips. "When you believe in love as much as I do, you'd know that love is inevitable. Everyone deserves it, including you. And I hope that when you do fall in love, you get to walk with them with your head held high without worrying about the wife you had to marry to boost your business."

With each word that comes out of your mouth, you feel a weight being lifted off of your chest one by one. Last night, you stayed up with countless thoughts running through your head. Countless reasons and scenarios why this marriage won't work and would be painful for both of you. Especially you.

Yoongi takes a deep inhale and lets the silence linger. 

What else is even there to say? You have given this a whole lot of thinking while he has hardly ever thought about it. Which only goes on to prove your point and how different both of your views on marriage are. 

Indeed, he has never shown much effort towards establishing a connection between the both of you. There's no denying that, but he wishes he could tell you that it's not because he wasn't interested in forming one but rather that he does not know how to. 

He knows there's no point in clarifying that now though, it will only sound like he's making excuses. Hence, he settles for responding to you with the only sentence that he thinks is relevant. 

"We can't break this alliance."

"I know," you nod. "It won't be easy but I'm sure we both will come up with a way to convince our parents."

Yoongi huffs, sensing that you are underestimating his words. "Do you know that the deal has been signed?" 

Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief. "What?! H–When?" 

Your reaction is enough for Yoongi to know that you indeed, had no idea about the papers being finalised and signed. Your previous words make much sense to Yoongi now and why you thought that the two of you even had any other option but to get married to each other. 

"About a week ago," he replies, expression now turning sombre. "I got to know about it only a couple of days ago."

A week ago? That would be around the time you and Yoongi went on your last date where you had confessed to him your feelings. Was it around the same time that both of your doors to escape were closed? 

Panic shoots through your veins when the thought that there might be no way out, comes to your mind. No, no, no. There has to be some way. 

But is there really?

Yoongi's company is way bigger than your father's. If the two of you back down now, the deal will be cancelled but it will be your father's company that will suffer the most whereas Yoongi's will recover in a few days. It was one thing if the deal was not signed. No gains, no losses. But now, it would be no gain, only losses. 

How can you do that to your parents knowing how much stress it will cause them?

You can't.

"I don't have any other choice, do I?" Your voice comes out small, highly in contrast with how confidently you were speaking a few minutes ago. 

"I don't think we do," Yoongi sighs, a deep sadness looming over his chest at how dejected you look. "But if it makes you feel any better, we can make a deal."

An abrupt chuckle escapes your lips. "Another deal? Haven't we already had enough?"

"This deal gives you the choice to be free," he comments, noticing how a small hopeful glint appears in your eyes.

"How?" 

"Let's stay married for a year, if you still want an out after that, we will get divorced." 

Yoongi's words give you a pause. 

You can't say that the deal is ideal but it is better than nothing. It gives you the hope that the two of you won't be stuck in a loveless marriage. It also does not create the pressure of being happy with each other because that's the only option.

After thinking for a few moments, you realise that this indeed is what it has all come down to and you'll have to accept it whether you like it or not.

"What about the business deal?" You query, your brain jumping to the concerns of the after-effects of having a divorce.

"By that time, the majority of shares will be transferred to me, I'll take care of it so that there is minimal loss."

You nod and sit back, feeling exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster this conversation has been. You just wish things were simple. That you both could get married to people you were in love with. Or that you both were in love with each other. 

The thought makes you look at Yoongi. You can still feel the butterflies in your stomach but there's also this dread that tags along.  

Last night, you had considered every possible scenario, and each one of them convinced you why this marriage is not a good idea. But out of all those, there was one which stood out, one that scared you the most and was the most heartbreaking. 

The possibility of you falling in love with Yoongi but his response being the same as it was on your last date. You know that the pain you went through this time, would be nothing compared to the pain you would experience then.

You don't want that.

The thought scares you so much, that you make a promise to yourself to not let your guard down so that the situation never occurs. 

Hoseok 

"You went a little too hard on us today," you say, breathless as you take a bottle of water and uncap it. 

Hoseok chuckles. "You say that after every class."

"Do I?" You ask with a small smile, knowing very well that you indeed do. But can you be blamed when Hoseok loses track of time when it comes to dancing and the only thing he focuses on is perfection?

He raises a brow as if asking you to stop pretending and you raise your arms in the air in mock surrender. 

He chuckles and shakes his head in amusement. "That's what I thought."

"Oh by the way," you say all excited. "I binge-watched little women during the weekend."

Hoseok's grin widens at the thought that you took the time to watch his recommended show. "Did you enjoy it?" 

A thoughtful look appears on your face. "I think it would have been better if the girls had more wins throughout but then I guess it wouldn't have been realistic."

Hoseok hums, understanding where you're coming from. That's an emotion he shares as well. While watching the show, he too wished that the girls didn't have to go through so many ups and downs.

"But you know what I liked?" You say with sparkling eyes. 

"What?" Hoseok asks, the gleam in your eyes doing something to his heart. 

"Choi Do-il's character!" You say with a small smirk on your lips.

Hoseok finds your behaviour amusing. "Liked him huh?"

"How can I not? He's so cool! He was so loyal to In-joo and he has such a sharp mind, made such tough decisions on the spot." You blabber. "I wish there was someone like him in real life, I'd fall for him in the blink of an eye."

"I wonder what Henry would have to say about that," he replies in a teasing tone, trying to pull your leg. But his smile fades when he sees that your excited expression has now turned sombre. 

You shake your head with a soft smile. "Well, we have broken up, so I don't think he would have anything in particular to say."

Hoseok hates that his first reaction is that of joy, which is soon followed by a feeling of guilt. He had convinced himself that he wasn't waiting for this particular day but now, his reaction clearly proves otherwise. 

For the time being, he puts his emotions aside and puts your feelings first.

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

You sigh. "There isn't anything to talk about. The relationship had run its course."

And that's the truth.

Things were pretty smooth at first, but when the honeymoon phase faded, somewhere down the line, both of you realised that you two weren't right for each other. 

The breakup wasn't painful for either of you and maybe that's what acceptance is supposed to be like. It was coming to this understanding that the both of you make great friends but there isn't much hope when it comes to something more than that. 

Hoseok chews on his lower lip and wonders what's the right thing to say. 

It has been six months since that day in the club and five months and three weeks since he realised that his feelings for you run deeper than he had initially thought. 

The first three weeks that followed after his realisation was not easy for him at all. He tried his best to be in denial but with time, he couldn't deny it anymore and he felt anger. Anger towards himself for having the audacity to accept that he has any form of romantic feelings for you after you had been so brave about yours and had put your heart on a plate only for him to be a complete dumb wit. Which was soon followed by the feeling of loss. He lost the opportunity when he had it and won't probably ever get it again. 

But after that, it started getting better. 

He accepted the fact that you have moved on with someone else and are happy with them. But that doesn't mean he did not get jealous every once in a while when he stumbled upon a picture of you and Henry on Instagram. That little spark of jealousy would serve as the reminder that somewhere deep down, he still wishes for you to be his. 

There have been times when he had thought about what he would do if someday, years later you and Henry were to break up. But never did he prepare himself for it. Plus, now, he finds it ridiculous that he had always thought that this would be an opportunity for him to correct his mistake when you could have very well removed any feelings for him from the very root. 

Before he can figure it out though, you sense the awkward silence and make an effort to break it. "I'm over it though, it does not bother me."

Hoseok nods softly, his thoughts still muddled. "How long has it been?"

"About a month."

Hoseok observes you closely from his peripheral. He notices how relaxed your features are and concludes that the topic of your breakup isn't necessarily a painful one for you. You also seem, pretty okay with the idea of the two of you having broken up, which makes him hope that you have moved on from Henry. And if in case you haven't, he will wait as long as it takes for you to let someone new in and he will do everything he possibly can to be that someone.

"This might be inappropriate but are you planning to return to the dating world?" Hoseok tries to look as casual as he can by pretending to arrange the CDs on the shelf.

It takes a few moments for you to think about the question before you can come up with an answer.

Are you looking for someone you can date? Not really. 

When you had downloaded Tinder all those months ago, it was simply so that you can find a distraction from Hoseok and move on. Fortunately, you found that and more in Henry. But now, that chapter is over and you don't find yourself actively looking for someone to be with.

"Not at the moment, no," you reply honestly. "Maybe a few months later, I'll reinstall Tinder," you laugh at the thought.

Hoseok hums, with his back facing you. "When you decide to reinstall the app, do tell me."

You don't think much of his words and innocently ask, "Why?" 

The whole of Hoseok's body heats up in anxiety and he starts putting the CDs on the shelf at a much high speed. "Because then I'll install tinder too and will search you up."

Your frown morphs into an expression of surprise and your lips part to form a small 'o'. 

Is…..is Hoseok saying what you think he's saying? Is it his way of saying that he would like to take you out on a date? And say, if the answer to these questions is, yes, what will you do?

In the six months that you have been with Henry, you haven't thought of Hoseok in that way. The intensity of your feelings lessened and you could let yourself be friends with him without letting your feelings get in the way. 

But are your feelings for him gone? 

You don't know.

Hoseok is a great friend of yours. He is nice, charming, kind, helpful and talented. Not to mention that he is utterly gorgeous. Anyone would be lucky to have him as their partner. But do you still want him as one?

You look at Hoseok and realise that the thought of being with him doesn't feel weird. If anything, it causes a little bit of excitement to stir up in your stomach.

It's true that your crush on him is not as deep as it once was and you're not looking for a relationship at the moment, but for some reason, you feel like when you're ready, you may just fall for him harder than you have ever before. 

Clearing your throat, you come up with a response that you think is just right. "In that case, I'll have to make sure that I don't forget to tell you about it." 

Hoseok turns around immediately to look at you with a surprised look as if that was the last thing he had expected you to say. But when that surprised look turns into that of relief, your previous questions about Hoseok's intent are answered. 

A smile appears on his lips when his surprise fades and he makes a promise to himself to not waste the chance you have been kind enough to give him again. "I'll eagerly wait for that day"

Something in your heart blooms at the soft look he gives you and you nod. 

After that, both of your chit-chat resumes and you two giggle and laugh like never before while you pack your stuff. Once you're done, you get ready to leave. "I'll get going then?"

With a gleeful smile, Hoseok responds, "see you next Saturday."

As you're walking out of the door, a thought appears to you. "Oh, also, you can't search for people on Tinder."

And then you're gone. 

Hoseok watches your retreating figure and he has to try really hard to stop smiling like a fool. 

Maybe there will be no need for Tinder after all. 

Namjoon

"I love Y/N," as soon as the words are out of his mouth, he winces, anticipating and dreading Yoongi's reaction. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, merely blinks at Namjoon's words. ".....and?"

Out of all the reactions, Namjoon thought Yoongi would give, this was not one of them. This makes things way scarier for him because he thinks this is Yoongi's version of 'calm before the storm'. 

"Listen, you can be mad at me all you want. I understand but I just wanted to let you know." Namjoon rambles, his voice coming out high-pitched. 

A small frown appears on Yoongi's face. This is it, Namjoon thinks.

"Why do you assume that I'm mad?" Yoongi's question, however, leaves Namjoon perplexed. He searches for any form of pretence on Yoongi's features but when he doesn't find any, he sighs.

"I don't know–" Yoongi's frown deepening is enough for Namjoon to backtrack and start speaking the truth. "–you told me that if I were to ever try to show interest in your sister, our friendship would be over."

"I mean, I don't recall saying that but it does sound like something I'd say," Yoongi nods. 

Now it's Namjoon's turn to frown. Is Yoongi mad or not? "What am I supposed to make of it?" 

"Nothing," Yoongi shrugs. "I should rather ask you, what was your purpose in telling me that you have feelings for Y/N? Was it because you felt like you had to ask for my permission? Or were you scared that it would affect our friendship?" A chuckle escapes Yoongi's lips. 

Namjoom sighs, feeling his muscles relax as he finally lets himself realise that Yoongi isn't mad. "I think it's more of the latter."

"So you won't ask for my permission, before pursuing her?" A scowl appears on Yoongi's face which immediately makes Namjoon stutter.

"I–I–I didn't mean that. Of course, I would ask for your permission." 

Yoongi tries his hardest to hold back the satisfied smirk that tries to make an appearance. It's nice to see Namjoon being scared of him every once in a while. 

"That's better," Yoongi hums. "And you don't have to worry about ruining our friendship and all that shit. That's very high school."

Namjoon feels like he can breathe again. After weeks, it feels like he can finally be honest with himself and most importantly with you, without being scared. A wide dimpled smile appears on his face at the thought of finally confessing to you. 

"Gosh, that's annoying," Yoongi huffs, with no real annoyance in his tone. If anything, he's glad to see the wide grin on his friend's face. "If she does reciprocate your feelings and the two of you become a couple, I do hope that the two of you don't turn out to be one of those intolerable ones."

You find almost everything intolerable. That's the thought that comes to Namjoon's mind but before he can speak those words, a much scary thought appears to him which takes his breath away. 

"What if Y/N does not accept my feelings?" His voice comes out in a whisper, too scared to speak those words loudly. 

Yoongi thinks the chances of that happening are very low. But he chooses not to say it. It's your feelings, you're the only one who knows where they lie. Yoongi does not wish to assume. Instead, he chooses to assure his friend that even if he were to get turned down, he will be there for him. 

"I will order a bottle of champagne and soju, each. If things work out, then we will celebrate with champagne. If they don't, then we can have soju." 

Namjoon is grateful for Yoongi's words, he really is but the fear that courses through his veins makes it impossible for him to think straight. "You don't get it. She confessed to me and I turned her down."

This time, a genuine scowl appears on Yoongi's face. "Why would you do that?"

Namjoon lets out a heavy breath. "I thought you'd be mad and our friendship would get ruined."

Yoongi tries his hardest not to let his eyes roll but ultimately fails. "Now I remember why I had told you not to pursue my sister."

Namjoon's heart drops at the comment. Is Yoongi about to change his mind? 

"One because it was high school and you were going through your fuckboy stage," Yoongi says, with squinted eyes that make it obvious that he's judging Namjoon. "Second, you were dense as fuck at times. Which, clearly, hasn't changed even now."

That had been two days ago. 

After the very scary chat session with Yoongi, Namjooon needed some time to recover. Two days to be exact. Now he has finally managed to grab the courage to talk to you and be honest. 

His hands hover in the air for a few moments before he knocks. He hopes and wants this to go well, otherwise, he thinks, he won't be able to forgive himself.

You frown when you hear the knock. Who has decided to bother you on a fine Sunday? 

You set aside the book you were reading and begrudgingly get up. With heavy steps, you head towards the door and swing it open. The regret that hits you is instantaneous. You should have checked through the peephole before opening. 

Namjoon notices your features drop and it makes him feel terribly guilty for his actions and words. With that guilt, also comes the strong need to make things right. 

"Do you need something?" You keep your tone cold to avoid any display of emotion. It's not that you are mad at him for the rejection. You're hurt about it, sure. Mad? No.

However, you feel incredibly embarrassed about confessing the way you did. You are aware that you were under the influence of alcohol but that doesn't make it any less humiliating. 

"I need to talk to you," Namjoon replies shakily as he finds his anxiety increasing. What if you have decided to move on or have come to the conclusion that he isn't worth it? 

You'd really like to make an excuse as to why you wouldn't be able to talk right now but something in you makes you decide otherwise. Maybe it's because you don't want things to be awkward between the two of you as it would put Yoongi in a tough spot. Or maybe it's because you hate seeing Namjoon so anxious, that you find yourself moving out of his way.

"Can I take a seat?" He asks awkwardly, with his index finger pointing at the couch, when he realises that you are simply waiting for him to start talking about whatever it is that he is here for. 

You are aware that you are being rude but you honestly don't know how to behave 'normally' around him, anymore. So, you simply hum and wait for him to take a seat. 

"Uhm," he clears his throat, "I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party."

"We can talk about anything but that," you say pointedly. There's no way you are going to talk about that night when all you want is to leave that memory somewhere far behind. 

Namjoon notices the discomfort that etches your features despite your attempts at hiding it and sighs. "Okay, then I won't bring that up but I need to tell you something."

"Go on."

Namjoon takes in a deep breath before closing his eyes to grab the courage to let the words spill out. "I'm in love with you."

At first, the words don't sink in. 

You stand there, leaning against the wall, watching Namjoon. However, when you see the scared and anxious look on his face, you replay his words in your mind. 

I'm in love with you.

He's in love with you. 

The thought makes you angry.

You scoff. "Do you expect me to take you seriously?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "I don't expect you to but just hear me out."

"I don't want to." You declare stubbornly.

"I know but give me just one chance to explain myself." He pleads gently, not wanting you to feel as if you have to hear him out. He has already caused you enough pain and if you choose that you do not wish to hear him out, he is going to respect that. 

You want to laugh at Namjoon's request. You can accept the fact that he does not have feelings for you, no matter how hard that might be. But accepting that he is in love with you after the pain that you have been through? You can't accept that.

You'd very much like to close this topic and never have either of you mention it. But you can't say no to Namjoon when he looks like that. He is one of your biggest weaknesses and not hearing him out would cause you pain as well.

Instead of telling him verbally that you will hear him out, you look out of the window and stare outside blankly, which is enough for Namjoon to know that you're listening.

"I never thought that my feelings would be reciprocated. Which is why, I did not know what to say and said what I thought was right, at the time," his voice comes out vulnerable. 

You feel your annoyance flaring. If that really were the case he could have just said the truth. Why lie? Whose first instinct is to lie about their feelings, upon realising that they are not one sided?

Namjoon's next words answer your unasked question. "After my last two relationships ended the way, they did, I thought that all my relationships were destined to be doomed. I was scared to commit to anyone, especially you."

He sighs. "If we were to date and break up, it would change everything not only for the both of us but also for Yoongi. And if that were to happen I'd never be able to forgive myself."

It was around the time that Namjoon mentioned his last two relationships, that you stopped pretending to not care about what he had to say. You know how sensitive the topic is for him and for him to bring it up now, it must be serious. 

To put it simply, his last two relationships ended terribly. But each time, Namjoon blamed himself and thought that it was entirely his fault, which you know isn't the case.

Now that Namjoon breaks it down to you, you find your anger fading and find yourself sympathising with him. You may not agree with his actions but you can understand where he was coming from.

What you don't understand, however, is why he is telling you these things. If you're understanding him right, he said what he said at the party because he was scared. But now, he is here, telling you that he loves you. But why?

"Why are you telling me this?" You ask and you are surprised by the lack of coldness in your voice. Maybe it's because he's being vulnerable with you that gives you the courage to put your embarrassment aside for the time being.

Namjoon smiles softly. "I had a chat with Yoongi and it made me realise that I am the only one who thinks this way."

He was indeed scared shitless of his feelings affecting the friendship between him and Yoongi. He had taken Yoongi's cautionary way too seriously and while he was under that impression, what scared him even more was that he would take the risk of being with you only to later wish that he had stayed in his lane. He thought that maybe Yoongi too shares the same viewpoint as he does and hence had asked him to stay from you.

When he had gathered the courage to talk about it to Yoongi, it was with the intention of getting Yoongi's approval. Namjoon already knew that he wasn't going to listen to the voice in his head and that you were worth the risk. 

However, when Namjoon went back to his dorms and thought about the conversation he had with Yoongi, it made him realise that he was the only one who was holding these beliefs. Not only that, but Yoongi's reaction made him believe in himself, because even if Yoongi won't ever say it out loud, his calm and nonchalant behaviour was him letting Namjoon know that he trusts him.

"Plus," Namjoon continues, "I know I would regret it forever if I were to let you go simply because I was scared." 

You swallow at his words as any remaining trace of anger is washed away from your body. 

You know it can't be easy to do something when your insecurities are constantly telling you to do otherwise. But him doing just that, serves as a testimony of his love for you. Hence, even though at the beginning you weren't willing to accept his declaration of love, now you find your heart melting.

"So," you fiddle with your fingers. "What does all this mean?"

"Well if you have forgiven me for my stupidity, I'd like to take you out on a date." Namjoon hopes it isn't too soon to ask you out. But more than anything else, he wishes for your forgiveness. 

His words make your chest hurt and you immediately rush to make things clear. "There's nothing to be forgiven, I never held a grudge against you."

"But you wouldn't even look at me?" He asks, with a pained look.

Your heart sinks further. You had thought that it was only painful for you clearly that wasn't the case. "That's because I was embarrassed. It's just incredibly stupid to get drunk because you saw the man you love kissing someone else and then going and confessing like that."

Aaaahhhh.

Right, that whole him making out with someone, thing. He now remembers you mentioning it at the party. 

"Sorry to break it to you, but I did not kiss anyone," a small amused smile plays on his lips. "I was only helping the girl to get rid of something that had gotten into her eyes."

Your eyes widen when you hear that. Gosh, could you be any more stupid? You close your eyes tightly and groan in annoyance. 

Namjoon gets up from the couch and slowly walks towards you. He understands why it might have looked like he was making out with someone, after all, parties have the worst lighting. But he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed about it. After all, if it hadn't been for that misunderstanding, you would have never confessed and neither would he. 

After a small moment of hesitation, he puts his palm on your cheek and urges you to open your eyes.

"Hey," he whispers. "I'm really glad you misunderstood things that day. But I can assure you, that yours are the only lips I would ever want to kiss."

His words make you gulp. Here you were drowning in embarrassment a few moments ago and here you are now, breathless from the close proximity.

"Prove it," you whisper back. 

Namjoon's eyes fall on your lips. As much as he would like to feel how soft your lips are, he wants to do things right. 

With great willpower, he brings his eyes back to yours and kisses you on the forehead. "Trust me, there's nothing more I want than kissing you right now. But I want to take you out on a date first."

You chuckle at his words. "Well then, take me out on a date and at the end of it, kiss me like you mean it."

Namjoon's heart does a little dance at your words and he already feels his mind coming up with ideas of how he can make the date one that you never forget. "I'll make the date as perfect as you are."

Maybe you two will indeed be like one of those couples, Yoongi finds intolerable.

A/N: I definitely plan to write a Ceo Yoongi series with these two, hence that's how I decided to write them for this part!

For early access to maknae line and for choosing what characters you want the maknae line to play, head over to my patreon! Hope you enjoyed reading this part!

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[hamsterclaw]

BTS members reactions when you tell them you’re mad at them because they were mean to you in a dream

Also for @bloviating-vy

Seokjin

A veteran of dealing with irrationalities, from years of managing the maknaes (and Yoongi), he calmly assures you that you’ll be back in love with him after breakfast and whips you up French toast served with an extra fruity flying kiss.

Yoongi

A veteran of indulging irrational behaviour from the maknaes (and Seokjin), he tells you flatly not to be ridiculous and pretends not to see your pout. In true tsundere fashion, somehow all the best morsels from breakfast end up on your plate, a coffee from your favourite joint gets delivered to your workplace and you come home to Yoongi with his hair in a tiny ponytail that he mainly does to indulge you and your favourite drama lined up on the TV. There’s no point asking if he’s working extra hard for your love today, he wouldn’t admit it anyway.

Namjoon

Thing is, your Namjoon has an asshole streak in him so wide it’s more of a whole personality than a trait. Like Yoongi, he tells you not to be irrational. Unlike Yoongi, he proceeds to tell you about why your subconscious might be sending you this dream. If he wasn’t wearing those grey sweatpants that outline his dick so well you might actually be listening. You cut him off by asking if he wants to crossfit with you.

Hoseok

Unlike his hyungs, Hobi takes your sad feelings to heart, so much so that you end up comforting him after finding him looking up how to hire a skywriting plane to write an apology in the sky when the weather next permits.

Jimin

Wants to know exactly what was said in the dream and who was involved because he would never. Sure he can be sassy at times but he would never be that mean to you and anyway it was just a dream right? Strips off surreptitiously whilst you’re talking and by the time you get to the end he’s butt naked and what were you thinking again? Never mind.

Taehyung

Like Jimin, strips off but doesn’t bother to be surreptitious about it. One minute he’s fully dressed the next he’s balls out smouldering at you asking how he can make up for his bad behaviour.

Jungkook

Only a man who’s spent his entire adult life cultivating the looks of a fuckboi and the persona of a babygirl would understand so deeply how something can be simultaneously true and untrue. Starts to apologise but then remembers how he was annoyed with you for letting that guy buy you a drink at a work do six months ago and then stands his ground. You both go to bed irritated. Eventually Seokjin and Yoongi intervene to tell you both not to be such idiots.

#bts scenarios

[cherrybeartoast]

my japanese kpop-stan mother gives kpop idols roles in her life (if she knew them) - SKZ, BTS, TXT and ENHYPEN

tagging @thevampywolf since she loves my mother and her iconic content (and my mum loves her too, they're like the same person at times welp)

my mum and dad are currently beefing about seungmin and jeongin bc both of them like to annoy each other so vote here on opinions and to hear the full story since it's fun

SKZ

chris - "my client." (for context, she's a psychologist, and she likes to assess kpop idols for fun)

minho - "he would have been my boyfriend, but i wouldn't marry him, because we're too similar, and we'd have too many cats and be a bit crazy."

changbin - "my workout buddy." (they're both gym rats)

hyunjin - "a popular boy in high school that i did a group assignment with."

jisung - "my best friend." (she thinks he's funny)

felix - "i probably would've had a crush on him when i was junior high school."

seungmin - "a guy i hated in high school." (mum's very minho coded, and so she'd probably beef with him the way minho does, so sorta affectionately)

jeongin - "my son in law." (she wants me to marry him, like she straight up told me she won't let me marry any other boy.)

TXT

yeonjun - "the nephew of a twin i didn't know i had." (she's getting a little too creative with these and this one made me snort)

soobin - "son in law."

beomgyu - "my best friend." (i'm actually scared of the chaos that would ensue)

taehyun - "school captain that i hated." (she actually loves taehyun and seungmin, but she thinks she wouldn't get on with them when she was young since she was very sassy and probably would clash personalities or get annoyed lmao)

huening kai - "my son." (he's her child in her opinion, and he reminds her of my little brother so she sees him as a son)

ENHYPEN

heeseung - "he would've been my boyfriend in high school." (duolingo has another person to battle here, although she says she wouldn't marry him or minho, because she's already married to my dad, which is cute lmao)

jay - "classmate in uni."

jake - "my neighbour's son who i didn't hang out with much." (i swear she's thought about these answers before sjgdhs)

sunghoon - "classmate."

sunoo - "my little brother." (this was cute, she has a very soft spot for him and i can see her protecting him and also fighting with him since they're both sassy)

jungwon - "a kid i made cry in primary school." (i'm literally WHEEZING)

niki - "my son." (he's a japanese boy, so of course he's close to her heart.)

BTS

jin - "the rich neighbour's son i hated." (the way she's beefing with so many idols i'm CRYING)

yoongi - "my friend in high school." (they'd get along well, i can see that)

namjoon - "a weird guy in my university class who liked making friends and tried to talk to me too much." (THE DETAIL HELP)

hoseok - "my best friend." (she once dreamt about him working in a theme park as one of those dress up characters lmao. him, gyu and hannie and her would be a chaotic and unstoppable team)

jimin - "my gay friend." (i asked her why she thought this, and she said he reminds her of me, and since i'm bi, she just decided that was the defining factor)

taehyung - "my brother." (she loves him, his music and his dog, he's her bias and i think he belongs in the 'has a soft spot for' category with jeongin, sunoo, huening kai, soobin and niki)

jungkook - "a kid who had a crush on me in junior high school." (i asked her if she liked him back, and she said even if she did, she would avoid him, since he'd be annoying. i think her reference for this was the seven music video and since then her view's been tainted)

my mother is such an icon for this welp, she was just like "you know let me give skz roles in my life," and then it turned into this

#cherrybeartoast #cherrybearwrites #cherry writes #stray kids #stray kids imagines #skz #skz imagines #stray kids fic #skz fic #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids kpop #stray kids oneshot #straykids #seungmin x reader #hyunjin x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #felix x reader #jeongin x reader #bangchan x reader #lee know #minho #changbin #seo changbin #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #felix #yongbok #bangchan

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, sorry if you've answered this question before but what is your best song from Face?

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Hi @tabbypuppykitty

I’ve had a rethink. I think Face-off is now my favourite song on the album.

Set Me Free Pt 2 is still top 3, but Jimin’s enunciation on Face-off brings a smile to my face every time I hear it because that man is too damn sassy for his own good lool.

In the latest Suchwita episode, Hobi revealed that Jimin practiced live singing six hours everyday before and during FACE promotions.

Six hours. Every day.

That made me pause. I started thinking about everything that happened during FACE. I don't talk about this at all here because I won't ever share personal pictures and I know I was incredibly lucky and many other people here likely deserved to see him before I did, but I saw Jimin live during his very first shows for FACE.

He was so happy. The joy on his face and the way he worked the crowd... like a fish in water. He gave some of the best performances of the year during FACE promotions. The whole project and the thoughtful way he went about promoting the album, is noteworthy.

(You should watch this if you haven't already)

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But then I remembered the BS, the way k-pop stans reacted to the album, to the MVs, to the encore stage, the way BTS akgaes indulged in their sociopathy on his account, how BigHit failed (the anger Jimin biases feel is justified but some of y'all are wallowing in it). I remembered a few of Jimin's Wlives, how so much has been going on for him this year, and then tried to fit 6 hours daily practicing into it...

I have to stop myself when I think about Jimin. He has such latent intensity, like a glamour, a force field around him... it's like a black hole that sucks everything, including you, into him and his world. It scares me.

I know I whine about Jimin biases but y'all amaze me ngl. It takes a special fortitude of heart to bias Jimin. This post already sounds incredibly effusive, but I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say he's a truly beautiful person. It's almost as though the world does not deserve him. It's impossible to not love him, desire him, care for him... want more sooner for him. I see all that, but I also see that man is stubborn as fuck.

He took his time to start work on his solo album. The middle of the Vegas concerts is when he said he suddenly came to his senses, shook himself out of that trance, and earnestly started putting together the FACE project. He'd written songs before, but FACE was its own thing. The personal stories he chose to communicate, the care in lyricism and production, the quality... Jimin created art in FACE and trusted that those who care for nothing but the best, will love it.

That's sexy, but the way he went about it also betrays a conservatism in him. It's a shadow of the edge in him, that thing about him that causes a tinge of anxiety when you watch him too closely.

I'm not sure if I'm making sense, but what I mean to say is you need a special kind of courage to bias and love Jimin. I recognize that. When I write what I do here, I always remember that. I also have very little respect for solos. And those two sentiments aren't mutually exclusive.

But taking it back to Face-off, my favourite thing about it is Jimin's sense of humour and skill coming through in the song, as well as how he enunciates his words. To really hear the switch in his tone, you need to stream in this order:

Like Crazy > Alone > Set Me Free Pt 2 > Face-off

By the time you get to Face-off, Jimin's voice has already gone through every variation possible, but then he brings out a tone I've heard only one other artist do well (Rihanna), and that tone is disgust.

Pure, refined sass. And he's already got the sauciest voice in k-pop.

The melodic and tonal choices Jimin makes at these timestamps fucks with my head:

1:53 - 2:08;

2:16 - 2:25;

2:41 - 2:56....

(lol, at this rate you might as well just listen to the whole song again.) Jimin is fantastic in the whole thing.

Europe is where Jimin belongs, but America would eat Jimin up too. The country already does if we're being real, America already loves Jimin. But given the right concept, Jimin would devour because he always does, and the world should get to see it. I hope I get to see more of it. As I've said before, if you feel inclined to communicate that to BigHit, I strongly suggest you do.

During Suchwita, Hobi showed how he's planned content for fans almost years in advance. It's possible Jimin does this too, planning music and content for fans to see months later... (So we might not learn why he went to London, for months...)

Yeah... I don't have the strength of heart to bias Jimin. Good luck to y'all.

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...that was kind of a lot lool. So to calm down, Jimin:

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Anyway, sorry I rambled. Face-off is a really good song and Jimin did an excellent job on it. The whole project is very good so I can't wait for the next songs we get from him. Shit can't get worse than BB deleting D2C sales so on the bright side, we can only go up from here, and for Jimin who already owns the record as the first soloist in history to debut #1 on the Billboard Hot 100, up will be a good spot to be.

Stream Like Crazy, Seven, All Day, and HUH?!

#jimin #park jimin #jimin face #bts #kpop #bangtan

[chansfavouritechild]

Straykids 9th member

Word count: 0,346K

pairing: skz x 9th member f!reader

warnings: /

Genre: /

Summary: Sorry that it’s so late but yeah. I just want to interduce Sarang with everything you should know ;)

Name : Jeon Sarang      

Age : 20

Birthday: 6 okt 2003

Nicknames :Chans fav child, baby bread, sarangshyyyy, Nonna 

Stage name :Sarang            

Close friends: Keeho, San, Yeonjun, Junho,Jessi, Yuna,jyho,Jimin, Jessi,

Groups she chills with: TXT, enhypen, BTS, p1hamroni, ATEEZ

Hobby’s: Drawing, cook, boxing, designing, makeup 

Scandal: dissing stay, punching jyp, tattoos 

What stay love from her : Her live streams “safe zone” 

Position in the group :Center, Main Rapper, lead vocal, sub dancer, makne

 Family: Big brother Jeon Junkook (BTS) got adopted with only 7

Character: Sassy, comfort, light heart, caring, fearless, jealous, overreacting 

Birth Ort : Germany 

Favorite food: Everything that Lee know cooks for her and ramen+cake

Safe place: Bang Chan she calls him channi or hyung or for fun 오빠(oppa)

Best friends from stray kids : The ultimate gossip duo, sarang and hyunjin

Meme: I am back b!tches   

Group: Sarang is the 9th and only female member of stray kids 

Skzoo: Cat named kyoya

Instagram's username : Sarang:)

Wins: First mixed group, most talented, VMA, MAMA, the best song 2019     Best female idol                

Crush : Stay think it is bangchan because she cuddles with him kinda different 

Most shipped : Bangchan 

Looks:Black long hair, more feminine, tall, colored, dark eyes, stylish                           

Entertainment : Jyp entertainment 

Best Solo Song: Want to know me ?

Best collab: CardiB→ Why?

Dream Job:  Actor (Lee junho)

Trainee Period:2 years 

Age of debuted: Only 10 years old

Cash: 6Mio more than Chan because of the modeling 

Modeling for: Sub Versace but mainly Luis Vuitton 

Usual debut with:  Itzy, but didn’t because she good kicked out and choose SKZ

Ideal type : Someone masculine, can rely on, body, face;(, tall, romantic 

How much is she biased :  23,853 most biased member

Pet: a cat named cookie 

More cute or hot: Sarang act I front of the camera shy and innocent, but she is very sassy

 Vibe: Nightcore, tomboy, badass

bye

love you

#straykids #9th member of stray kids #9th member #9th member of skz #ot8 x reader #skz ot8 #stray kids

[phenomenalgirl9]

Taehyung x Reader: Stand down

Summary: All you wanted was to keep on your job as an agent and fend for your child. But, a certain fellow agent made it difficult for you. However, fate has different plans.

A/n: Been holding onto this for sometime now

Wc: 5.7k (ish)

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You've worked under Mr. Bang for almost 20 years now, ever since he found you fleeing through the streets of Daegu when you were 13, trying to run away from child care services. He took you in, he treated you as his own. He helped you learn self defense, then weapons. He fed you, clothed you, nurtured you and made you his most prized agent, he never made it seem like he did a favor on you. He was the person whom you'd consider as a father. He was there for you and he trusted you. He was there for you even when you got pregnant and decided to keep the baby. You're little baby girl Bora, he loved her to pieces and called her Grandpa.

When you got back to work after your pregnancy, (he gave you a 6 months leave after pregnancy, he gave it to all his female agents) and you were looking for babysitters who could be trusted he offered to look after her while you worked, it's not like either of you had any other family to turn to anyway.

If you had to say you were one of the best agents of Bangtan, one would call you guys hired goons but you all are hireable agents. The other best agent being your mortal rival Kim Taehyung. The sassy bitch so thinks he's so good at everything. "Now, now, don't fight, it wasn't either of your faults. The one who is to blame here is the person who gave false intel. I'll send in an agent to it, you both go back" Mr. Bang said. You walked to the nursery he had set up for Bora and found the girl sleeping. You picked her up and exited through the back door and kept her in the back seat and were near the driver's door when you heard footsteps and your hand hovered over your gun, before putting it back down.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly. "What's with the venom in your voice? Anyway, the next time Mr. Bang appoints you and I in the same unit, ask him not to" he said glaring at you. "Why me? Don't you have a mouth of your own?" You taunted him. You want to get into the car and just drive off but you can't, he would see Bora the moment you opened the door, he can't right now cause the windows are all tinted. Actually nobody knows about her, you, Mr. Bang and your best friend Jungkook, considering that would be for the best for safety reasons.

"Fine. Whatever" he said and walked to a different direction. Dumb man, you muttered as you got inside the care and dived away. It's not like any one can be excluded from the team. The team alpha of Bangtan, Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung and you, Mr. Bang's most trusted agents. You reached your apartment and punched in the numbers and set the sleeping Bora down on her bed and decided to get fresh and check schedules.

Tomorrow you had a special mission, an assassination, after a long time. You checked the blue prints and the plan that Seokjin sent you. You sighed and heard your phone ring, "Namjoon. Ssup?" you said,

-Yeah. I think we should assign 3 more people to your squad, it'll help and ensure the safe escape, incase Plan A goes cheese.

(That's the way you guys talk cause Mr. Bang says saying the 'F' word is unlucky)

I was thinking the same thing, okay I'll text them.

-Just call them

Why don't you do it then?

-Fine. Be careful, okay?

Yeah Joon.

And you hung up.

"Mama~" you heard Bora call you running to where you were sitting. "Yes bubba?" You said eyes still on the blue prints, when you heard silence and looked at her. She just stood there, with her hands in the air. You smiled at her antics and picked her up and placed her on your lap and repeated "yes bubba?". "Does it hurt?" She asked, pointing at the drying wound on your cheek. "nope, it's okay, it's healing" you said amused at your child's concern. "Wah. Grandpa said Mama is strong. She will always protect Bora '' she said. "Grandpa is right. Mama will always protect Bora." You said, patting her head. At this Bora stepped down off your lap and ran to her room. You shook your head and went back to look through the papers. When you heard her come back, with a..... Lightsaber? "Bora where-" before you could answer.

"From now, Bora will also proteck Mama!" She said, A pan on her head and towel tied around her neck. And you knew where this was coming from. Yet you asked "Bora? Where did you get the lightsaber?"

"Uncle Kookie" she said with a wide smile and you shook your head and smiled.

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The next morning you, dropped Bora at Mr. Bang's and went to the Bangtan house. "Jungkook, did all 8 of them report?" you asked as you took the tab from his hand and made sure the last moment arrangements were okay. One by one the agents piled in, and you set off for your destination, Taehyung's van hot in pursuit.

As you reached, you two made no eye contact. Jungkook and his assistant Jimin, nod at each other, and the two squads sneak inside the building through two pathways. As your group sneaked directly in, Taehyung's squad took the Fire exit route.

"Something's wrong" you said as soon as you and your squad reached the floor. "Why, the blueprints match," Jungkook said. "The guards," Taehyung said through the intercom.

"Shit! They know! Retrea-" Y/n was interrupted but the sound of a bullet going off.

"Incoming!" You screamed, and everyone jumped to get cover. "GET INTO THE LIFTs NOW!" Taehyung exclaimed as he jumped in through the fire exit. By then you were actively shooting the attackers hidden among the pillars.

"Y/n!" Jungkook screamed, as a bullet straight hit your arm, you turned the direction and shot two shots towards the rascal who hit you and he dropped.

Taehyung and Jungkook rushed to your side as Jimin guarded and kept shooting as the four of you walked into the elevator. "Y/n are you fine?!" Jungkook exclaimed. He asked as you were wearing a black shirt and the blood blotch can't be seen. You let out a shaky breath and suddenly all your phones started buzzing like crazy. Jimin pulled him out and was stunned. "The base is under attack," he said. "FUCK! THIS WAS ALL A SET UP" Taehyung screamed. You all immediately rushed out "Taehyung take Y/n!" You looked at Taehyung and he nodded at you, as the two of you climbed onto his motorbike.

Neither of you uttered a word, the base was at a secluded part and you were on a different side of the city. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" was all your mind can think. Mr Bang and Bora, you prayed they both were safe. Most of the agents were out for work today, only the basic security team were there. This means it was planned, it's an assassination. You tried your best to not let your worst thoughts intrude your mind.

As soon as you and Tae reach the gate, you find it open wide. The security all on the ground. You ran your way inside and shouted "Mr Bang! MR BANG!" You screamed as you passed finding most of the security shot. You were trembling by the time you reached the door to Mr Bang's room. You never noticed Taehyung and Jungkook who were already behind you. Jungkook pushed you aside and unlocked his guns safety and pushed the door open to only freeze on spot. You rushed in behind him to see, Mr Bang on the floor. A shot on his forehead and one on his chest. You stood there stunt tears stinging your eyes, you frantically ran out of the room, as Taehyung and Jungkook rushed to check if there was any chance he was alive, just if-

You ran towards the nursery and shouted "Bora!" But, didn't get an answer. Your hands were shaking as more tears spilled your eyes. "Bora! BORA!!" you cried out loud. Taehyung surprised at your sudden outburst of the unfamiliar. "Ahjussi!! Bora!!" You cried tears running out in streams as you crashed onto your knees. "Y/n" Taehyung held your shoulder and didn't know what to say or ask when Jungkook screamed "Y/n!!! Y/n, in here! Quick!!"

Y/n stood up and ran and found Jungkook sticking his ear on the wall behind Mr Bang's chair and desk. Mr Bang's secret chamber! You thought and rushed to the opposite wall and opened the starry night painting revealing the keypad. You put in the password and the door slid open. "Bo-bora?" Jungkook asked in a low-soft voice. "Uncle Kookie!" Bora called and Jungkook walked in, and in the queue you rushed in and picked your baby girl in your arms, kissing her cheek. "Bora bubba, are you okay?" You asked in tears. "Yes mama~" she said, wiping your eyes. You didn't see it but Taehyung's (who was standing and watching you hug a child and Jungkook patting the kid's head) eyes went wide.

"Bubba you go home with Uncle Kookie, mama will join you in a while" you said, patting her head and looking at Jungkook. He nodded his head and picked up Bora, covering her eyes and walking out. By then the rest of the hit team were there. Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, Hoseok (who was busy on another assignment that night), And Taehyung watched in awe as they saw Jungkook carry a child outside the room, through the fire exit. They got more confused when she shouted "Bye mama" and they all looked at you for answers.

"She's my daughter," you said. And you watched all of their eyes go wide, and you added "Just mine". You didn't notice, but Taehyung seemed to take a sigh of relief. "When you went to Seoul 4 years ago and stayed for 2 years. Was it-" Hoseok was hesitating to ask. "Yes. I was pregnant, but I was also setting up the small office there. Helped Mr Bang's nephew and all. I didn't want anyone to know. Only Jungkook knew and of course Mr Bang knew too" you explained. "You did what you thought was the best. Don't worry, now we'll all be more aware and careful" Namjoon said and you walked and dropped beside Mr Bang's now lifeless body. "Mr Bang? I'm so sorry and thankful to you" you managed to let out and broke down, the 5 others came to their knees beside and behind you. "Thank you for saving me all those years ago, you were the closest person I had to a father. Thank you for teaching me everything. Thank you for supporting me, for saving my baby. Mr Bang! How will I repay you" you said and completely broke down. Someone immediately embraced you, you were too grieved to notice, it was Taehyung who jumped and hugged you. Hoseok and Jin patted you head and back, as they all wiped their tears. He was a fatherly figure to all of you, he took all of you in at certain times of your lives.

"Y/n! Jimin! Mr Bang!" A sound came from outside, and a pale cat-like man came running to the door frame, you all looked as he entered the room and went paler. You stood up and walked to him and embraced him. The last piece of the hit team, the one who handled all and every legal matter of bangtan, Min Yoongi. "I can't believe he's gone" he just said.

"I will find whoever did this" You said, leaving the embrace and wiping your eyes. "We're with you," Seokjin said.

"I-I have his will" Yoongi revealed "We need to go through that as soon as things are sorted here".

"His nephew is already on the way," you said. The room was silent in your apartment, it was a rare sight to see all of you in one place and the place to be silent. Come to think of it, this was the first time the others ever came to your house you all always met at Mr Bang's but staying there became too much. Everyone just sat there staring at a distance, except Yoongi and Namjoon, one was working with papers and the other was on his laptop, these workaholics and their dumb coping mechanisms, you thought. Soon you received a text and you texted back to your floor. You whispered to Jungkook who was sitting beside you to open the door. "Y/n" your name sounded from a voice coming from the door, the voice had a different accent, which became clear as he uttered "oh my god, are you guys okay??"

"Chris!" You said, standing up and he opened his arms inviting you into them. "I couldn't protect him, Chris! I'm so sorry!" You said sobbing again. "It's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself" Chris said, stroking your head. Only Jin noticed the way Taehyung gritted his teeth and tightened his fists. "Where are the others?" You asked as you let go. "I brought Minho and Jisung with me, the others are minding the office there, but they can come for any emergency alert, I have full plans ready for all that. But, where is Bora?" Chris asked. "She's sleeping in the room" Jungkook said and he nodded. "I wish we would be meeting under different circumstances but anyways, this is our hit team" you said introducing everyone, one by one, "guys this is Christopher Bang, Mr Bang's nephew" you said.

"Now that everybody is here, it's time to read the will" Yoongi said. And eveyone nodded and took a seat. "First the assets he had alot, he left 2% teach for the Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Myself. 35% to Y/n, 35% to Chris and the rest 16% to Bora" he said and you eyes went wide, "She can access 3% of it when she's 15, 6% went she starts college and the rest after she's 22" Yoongi added. "Now, the gang will be a bit reorganized. Y/n will be replaced by Taehyung as the chief agent. Chris will remain the head of the Seoul office and expand it and Y/n will sit as the head now. As his-" Yoongi stopped to take a breath, "As his daughter, his heir"you covered your mouth in shock. You were sure Chris would be the head, you looked at him and he was looking at you, his eyes seemed proud. "You deserve it, Y/n-ah" Jungkook said, shaking you. "Now, we find who-" Jimin started but was interrupted by Namjoon saying "Found it!". Everyone jumped at his sudden outburst. "What happened Joon?" Jin asked. "I got the coordinates of the IP that leaked out our information," Namjoon said, turning the screen. Taehyung immediately put them in his phone and said. "It's somewhere in Gyeonggi-do," he said. "Send it to me, I'll ask my men to go there and bring him here" Chris said. Taehyung looked at you but you nodded at him. "You all rest, you all look too tired, especially Y/n" Chris said and Jin nodded. "Lets spread out in the room and Y/n go to bed" he said. "I'll join Bora in her room. A few of you take my room and others get blankets and adjust here" you said. You really were tired, with a last hug Chris went to check on the mansion as the rest found places to settle.

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You received a call, it was hardly 7 in the morning "Yeah?" You answered "okay" you replied and woke yourself up. You called Jungkook and put him on Bora duty as you contemplated whom to call, as if on cue Taehyung got up from the couch. "I'll go" he just said, "Fine" you muttered, as you couldn't help but notice his chiseled abs that he was covering up by doing his buttons. You mentally scolded yourself for that. The whole ride was silent. As soon as you reached you saw a very known face on the ground. "YOU!" you screamed and rushed up the stairs and kicked the man on the chest as he rolled back with a scream.

"We found these with him," Felix said, pointing at a laptop that Namjoon is currently on. "When did you get here?" You asked. "A few minutes before you" you nodded and said "Get him on the chair" and put your hair in a bun. As if mechanically Felix and Jisung picked the bound man up and dragged him to the free chair and placed him on it. You walked behind Namjoon and asked him what he found only for him to say that it was all encrypted and the code isn't hackable.

You strided off to the man and pulled him by his hair to face him upwards. "WHAT. IS. THE. CODE. Park?" only for him to laugh, showing his bloody teeth, probably received from Chris or Felix. "Answer her" Taehyung said and pinched his ear, both of you held strong as the man struggled and screamed. "Chris" you called and signaled him. Taehyung and Chris now hit and pinched the man questioning him. As you called Felix behind Namjoon. "Did he have anything else around him? Any scanner?" You asked. And Felix shook his head a No. "Y/n! His fingers" Namjoon suddenly said and you looked at the Laptop to find a fingerprint scanner. "Boys bring him here" you said and they tried one by one and it did open. "You can't kill me. Else you won't get the fingerprint. It's encoded on every level with my thumb and it is needed multiple times" he said and cracked up and a gun went off. Everyone looked at you and then at the silent man, who is now quite dead with a bullet on his forehead "Thank you for the information". "Y/n?" Chris, Namjoon and Taehyung said at the same time. "Felix. Chop off that bastard's finger and store it in the freezer, take a print of it first though. Namjoon, decode that damn thing. I gotta get my daughter ready for school" you said and walked off, getting an agent to drive you home.

"She killed him?" Namjoon uttered after you left. "She's never hit any vitals of anyone who hasn't attacked her" Taehyung said, finally letting the dead corpse down as Chris did the same. All shocked at the fact that you killed someone and didn't even blink.

As your car went Park's words ran on your mind 'information is always sellable on the market as long as you can buy it' he had said to Felix when he asked who bought him off. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out. "You're almost home, Bora mustn't see you like that".

You walked to your apartment and walked in to find Bora playing with Jungkook and Jimin, as Jin and Hoseok were cooking in the kitchen. You walk in and you find him packing lunch in Bora's lunch box.

"Mama!" Bora ran to you and hugged your legs. You patted your daughter's head and said "Bubba lets get you ready for school" you told her and she started blabbering, making you smile. "You know, uncle Jimin and uncle Hobi are so fun. Uncle Jin made yummy lunch for Bora" she went on, happy to meet new uncles. You felt happy that she had more people in her life, but at what cost, is what you thought. When you went back to the mansion with Junkook, Jimin, Hoseok, Jin and the food, you found Felix sleeping on the couch and Taehyung, Chris and Namjoon huddled in front of that laptop screen. "What did you find?" you asked them. "What the fuck! Who killed JYP?" Hoseok exclaimed as soon as he entered the room. "I did, he cheated us. Call some agents and get this removed" you said. "On it" Jimin said and walked out. "The Chois" is what Taehyung utter when he looked up. Your blood started boiling, the Chois had a contract with Mr Bang to not interfere with the affairs of bangtan. “These RASCALS” you said “Jungook, call the alpha team” as you started leaving the room while bringing out your gun and checking it. “Y/n! No” Chris and Taehyung said at the same time. “Are you crazy!” Chris said. “You will get yourself killed! What about Bora? Us? Think of what’s at stake before you act up. “Ah! FUCK!” you cursed and sat down on the top step of the stairs, hand on your head. FInally letting it all out, letting the tears fall. “Mr Bang. How could I let this happen” Jungkook and Hoseok rushed to hug you from both sides. You felt another weight on your back and it's probably Jimin. “He loved all of us so much. He loved Bora so much. SHe was asking if she could play with Grandpa today! What will I tell her?!” you sobbed, tears flowed endlessly. All the others were crying by then. “Let's take them down,” Taehyung said, finally coming in front of you and wiping away your tears. You looked up at him, his eyes wet but he had a look of determination in his face. There was no facade in that look, no ego, no sarcasm, it’s like it's a complete different Kim Taehyung. “We are all in this together” he said. “And you are boss” Chris said from behind “You’re supposed to lead us and take care of us and we’ll protect you and each other and Bora” He added and you nodded your head. You looked around at all these people along with the once working around the house, these are your people now. “Let’s do this,” you said.

Mr Band’s funeral was held three days after he died, it was closed off, only the rituals and the agents. You were introduced to them as their new leader.

“I found these blueprints of their mansion,” Jin said and spread them out. “But we need someone to check if it's credible,” He said. “Let's send in two agents to check it out and we need the maintenance schedules of their house and locations of other safe houses” You said. “Let's put Hobi and Jisung on a look out. We'll know the people who visit regularly and will have the element of surprise. Thanks to Minho who has been his bodyguard undetected, we have so much information on him” Taehyung said, noting these down on the white board. In a white shirt that opens 2 buttons from the collar, messy hair, one hand stuck into the trouser and specs. He looked godly okay, and you couldn’t help but notice that. He suddenly looked towards you and your eyes met, a small smile enlightened his face and it reached yours too, this wasn’t the first time this happened. “So, we're ready with the plan apart from the authenticity of the blueprint, its not very essential but it's safer, we’ll see to that and Jin’s on Bora duty today, and we have a meeting with a dealer” Chris said. “I’m off then” Jin said as he winked and walked away and you shook your head. The boys adore your daughter, she also adores her, uncle Joonie, Jinie, Yooni, Hobi, Jiminie and Tata, she already loved Kookie.

You, Taehyung and Chris went to meet your arms dealer and struck new deals. Well you bought some more stuff than arms. Yes you bought off information, thanks to Taehyung. A few business and client meetings and you were done for the day.

“Y/n, I’ll drop you home, you didn’t bring your car right?” Chris said. “You don’t have to worry. How is on my way I’ll just drop her” Taehyung said and grabbed your hand as he started walking towards his motorbike. “Taehyung!” you whisper yelled. But he didn’t say a word. He picked up one of the helmets and put it on your head and secured it, then put his own and started the bike, and waited for you to mount it, the moment you did and held onto his shoulders he drove off.

“Will you say something?” You finally said, not being able to take in the silence. “He can’t hit on you” he said. “Sorry what?” you said. “I said, he isn’t allowed to hit on you. Only I can do that!” he grumbled. “What’s wrong with you?” you asked but he stayed silent, you didn’t even notice you were reaching your alley and he stopped the bike in front of your house and the two of you climbed down. “Do you like him?” he finally asked. “Whom? Chris?” you asked and Taehyung nodded. “Lord! NO!” you denied, “Then don’t let him flirt with you” Taehyung said. “What why? It doesn’t do any harm” you said smiling only to stop when you noticed his eyes, dark and deep, you averted your eyes and were about to walk away. “But it does! It harms and hurts me! Y/n, for the past few days I have been painfully obvious. Not like I wasn’t before that. Can you stop running and look at me” he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you to himself "Please, stop pushing me away" he almost sounded like he'd break any moment.

"Mama~ Tata~" a sound came running towards you two (literally) and hugged Taehyung's legs. "Bora!" He lighted up instantly and picked her up and walked inside giving you one last look and you stood there dumbfounded. "Ssup?" Jin said and eas about to follow them but stopped to look at you. "What? Never been rejected by your own blood?" Jin asked jokingly. You still stood there and Jin started to worry "Y/n? What's wrong?"

"Jin, can I talk to you?" you asked and he nodded standing in front of you, giving you his full attention.

The two of you settled on a bench in the nearby park.

"Taehyung, he-" you stopped, you still couldn't say it. "Don't tell me he grew balls and confessed to you" Jin said being his normal self but you looked at him in shock. "Wait really??" He got excited, "Wait, I thought you liked him too, why are you in tears?" he asked. You didn't even notice you were crying until he said "I don't know, if this was before then it wouldn't have been a matter. But now? I can't jump into things I have Bora" you said. "Did you see how she jumped Taehyung before you? She was literally talking about you and how. That's mostly all she talks about, and a little bit about Kookie and us. She adores him." Jin said. "And that's what I am afraid of. What if he decides he can't do it?" You said. "You've seen Taehyung grow up Y/n. He never talks without thinking, and he's loved you for so long, ALL OF YOU, then and now, all this time. He loves Bora too, you should see the way he looks at you both" Jin said, patting your head. "Now, let's go back, I'll cook something for all-" he was interrupted by the sound of his phone. …. "What? Fuck!" Jin said and looked at you "Okay!"

"Y/N quickly get your car and meet Taehyung at the alley behind your building. Quick!" Jin said and you stood up and ran, thank god for Mr Bang made it your habit to always wear shoes in which you can run. You rushed into your parking lot and pulled out of it as fast as you could and rushed to the back alley. You noticed Taehyung walking towards the car and opened the door for him as he jumped inside and said "Drive Drive"

"Where is Bora?!" You asked and then got shocked to see his arm shot and bleeding. "She's with Jin Hyung. Drive quick" he said, and you did, you drove towards the mansion , "Not towards the mansion, if someone follows me, then they'll reach the mansion and Bora too" He said. You turned the car towards the Gyeongsan safe house.

"Will you be okay?" You asked. "It's not deep, the bullet just scratched me" he said and you shook your head. The sound of your phone broke the silence. "Receive it" you said, Taehyung put it on speaker. "Y/n! The Chois are running away, we'll miss our chance and we need to empty the mansion as well. What do I do" he said. And you harshly stopped the car. "Fuck!" You curse "wait" think Y/n, Think. "Get the plan into motion right now, call all agents and go full offense, send Bora to Seoul with Jin and Felix"

"Are you sure?" Taehyung asked, "What other choice do we have if we need to stop him from going and the attacks, we have to. What if Minho gets into trouble? We need to do this. Now, Chris do it" you said, determinedly. "Ok boss, you both need to stay safe. Minho told me you have a tail" he warned. "Okay. You all be safe" you said, almost reaching the house and pulling inside the forest. You then helped Taehyung out and the two of you made your way through the forest. "There's someone following us, I just feel it" you said, and looked behind scanning the trees. You brought out your gun and took off the safety lock. "You stay here" you said. "Y/n you can't do that, get back" Taehyung barked. "I need to protect you. I can't lead people to the safe house" you whispered, Taehyung saw the determination in your eyes. He held your hand and pulled you to him, crashing his lips to yours, "come back to me safely, Bora would be waiting" He said as he pulled away. Your mind went black for a moment but you nodded. You had to protect him, and you will.

You slowly crept towards the trees where you heard the sounds, one, two and three, there were three people, you had enough bullets but taking on three would be a bit difficult until, you heard Taehyung shoot a shot loudly. Why did this dummy take off his silencer? You thought, but then you realised. They all were distracted. You aimed and hit the one closest to you on the head and he deopped, two and down. Suddenly the last one looked back and pinted his gun at you, you were in his close range "fuck!" You cursed and were about to run to take cover, but the man dropped, showing a huffing Taehyung behind him.

"I told you to not move!" You said as you ran and hugged him. "I hate you" you said as he held you tight with his unhurt arm. The two of you made your way towards the safe house.

You cleaned his wound and bandaged it. You had received word that Jin and Felix had left safely and the mission is on noe you wait. You couldn't help but notice how chiselled his body was, you won't say you never imagined how his body would be like below those button up shirts. You now realise that the comments you thought were sarcastic, he actually made them to get a reaction from you. His comments you took to be teasing were actually him flirting. "A picture would last longer" he said, with a smirk, making you realize that you were indeed staring. You wanted to run that smirk off his face and so you did the most intrusive thing that came to your mind. "Really?" You taunted, as you started unbuttoning your shirt, slowly one by one, you noticed him gulo and his eyes following every move of yours. You finally took it off and placed it on the counter and slowly walked towards him. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, unlike the deers it excited him.

You walk towards him in a tank top and jeans, damn his luck. You stood in front of him and fisted his hair, turning his face above towards you and kissed him roughly. You let him know all you feelings through that one kiss. How you've been in love with him for so long, how his words always got to you, how you felt hurt and hooked up with someone when he had declared that he was dating someone else. How you felt now, with all these pent up feelings. He immediately held your waist and brought you down on his lap. Your hair roamed his bare body and flicked his nippled as he moaned inside your mouth. You locked your hands behind him and hugged him as you made out. Tae pulled away and attacked your neck. "You mine" he growled as he hit a specific place that made you moan and he made sure to leave marks. Soon you tank top came off, as Taehyung went in awe seeing you. "You're so beautiful" he whispered as he dove to kiss you.

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You heard your phone ring and sat up, a heavy arm still on your waist.

"It's done, the Leader is down, we've set a meeting with his three sons to discuss the new terms of business" Chris said. "Oh my god. Thank god, everyone is safe right?" You asked. "Yeah a few are hurt but nothing much" he sent forces to attack us, but thanks to your timely response we evaded them and found him on time." He said and you laughed, you finally hung up sayung you see them all at Yoongi's the next day.

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7 months later

"Mama~" Bora asked, "Yes Bubba" you d

Said, still planning out the business on the table with Namjoon and Hoseok as Tae and Jungkook played with Bora on the ground. "Can Tata stay with Bora and Mama always?" she asked you. "Always" Taehyung beat you to it and pulled Bora in a hug and said, patting her head. "Tata will always be there for Mama and Bora".

Later that night, you went in to switch off the lights in Bora's room, when you find Taehyung sleeping beside her, a story book in hand. You smiled at the two, the two most important people of your life, whom you'd protect at all cost.

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—or recs of fics I’ve read and been reading.

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[OT7]

Safe and Sound ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Combined Beings ☆☆

mafia!ceo!bts x chubby!reader

You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

Little Love

human seokjin! x human!oc x hybrid!ot6

Seokjin and Ayana are an engaged couple who are completely in love with each other. Then one day they stumbled upon two hybrids in need. They decided to help them, not knowing there were four others waiting for their mates to come back.

Snow Angel ♡

alphas!bts x omega!reader

After Yoongi and Jimin find a distressed omega in the mall they take her home in an attempt to settle her. Quickly getting attached, the whole all-alpha pack starts to wish to keep the girl around, going completely soft for her.

Emerald Gem

hybrid!bts x reader

Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Stay Alive ♡

myth creatures!bts x reader

When you started working at a pharmaceutical company, you didn’t realize where it was your life was heading. After getting a patient mix up, you meet seven men who would didn’t seem to want any other nurse that wasn’t you. When you start to know them, you notice things that made you question if they were really human. No matter what excuse they would give though, you would always go home with a heavy heart. The day the truth is revealed to you, things take a turn for the worst.

(Un)natural Instincts

ot7 x ceo!reader

You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Masked Miracles ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.

A Cute Blind Soul

ot7 x blind!oc | soulmate au

Selia Jones is blind since birth. After her parents were taken away, she has to live a completely different life and to make it worse, the universe had given her soulmates.

About Love ♡

hybrid!bts x writer!reader

Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 ‘surprises’ he left you as well.  And come to think of it… was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Prologue | CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3

The Way Of a Criminal

gangster!bts x reader | mafia au

Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Tongue Tied ♡

wolf hybrid!bts x dog hybrid!reader

In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.

Lone Wolf

bts x reader | abo au

In a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Boyfriend For Hire ☆

bts x reader

Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.

The Old Guard

demon!bts x witch!reader | soulmates au

You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Let The Light In ♡

hybrid!bts x author!reader

In which you’re a famous children’s book writer, one evening after coming home from a diner with your parents you find seven unknown hybrids making themselves comfortable in your living room, what do you do now?

Protectors ①

mafia!bts x reader

Your boyfriends loved you very much. that being said, they promised to always be there to shield you in frightening situations - to be your protector, for the rest of your lifetime.

Little Dove ①

mafia!bts x reader

You were gentle, innocent, and pure. In simple words, the exact opposite of the cold-hearted and callous mafia members who fell for you in such a cliché manner.

Redamancy ♡

hybrid!bts x oc

When a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

The Little Things ①

idol!bts x reader

You've never been more glad to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

The Plot Twist ♡

idol!bts x reader | soulmates au

Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Hoodies ①

idol!bts x celeb!reader

When the boys are doing a v live, you know to keep away from the camera and stay quiet. and you never failed to do so before. so why is it that the time they all do a v live together, you accidentally leave your custom hoodie on the bed behind them?

Snowball Princess

bts x hybrid!reader

In which you've evolved from being a mere PR-stunt to becoming the most important thing in the lives of seven idols and millions of fans alike.

Like Crazy ♡

bts x reader

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

Mi Casa

bts x alpha!reader | omegaverse au

Sometimes you find your home, sometimes your home finds you.

The Fate of Hybrids ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

Fruits, Daisies, and a Sprinkle of Love ♡

bts x reader | soulmates au

A soul bond's archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part. But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands… Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it's a good thing if you don't have any.

Trouvaille

hybrid!bts x reader

In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.

Caramel

dom!bts x sub!reader

You weren’t good at taking care of yourself. You knew it, everyone knows it. Too nervous, anxious, getting overwhelmed way too quickly…It was easy hiding it from the public eye, but they could see right through you. And they were decided on being your steadying hands.

The Love That You Want

idol!bts x death eater!reader | harry potter au

Your worst kept secret? You come from a long line of pureblood elitists.

Outside of the Fox

bts x reader

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Doughnuts and Shell Casings ♡

mafia!bts x reader | soulmates au

You finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way. 

Nymphet Garden ♡

fans!bts x idol!reader

He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.

Do Not Tumble Dry ①

bts x reader | super fluff content

A spa day for the Bangtan pets.

Baby (you complete us) ♡

idol!bts x disabled MC | soulmates au

Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.  Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Dance of Time

vampire!bts x human reincarnated!reader

You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Death Valley

bts x reader

A summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize.

Guys that I'd kind of be into

idol!bts x broadway actress!reader

Being on broadway has always been your dream, and now that you’ve achieved just that as christine in “be more chill,” you’ve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work... it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.

A Deal's a Deal

idol!bts x demon!reader

Before BTS became BTS in an act of desperation Jungkook makes a deal with you, a demon. After Namjoon finds out you’re the reason behind a significant number of unfortunate events they’ve gone through over the years he decides to take back their future by binding you under their control until they can figure out how to save Jungkook’s soul. Regardless, you’re going to feed off of their insecurities, lust, and souls to return your powers to you so you can make them all pay.

Wait, Little Rabbit!

bts x bunny hybrid!reader

You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Until Death ①

demon!bts x human!reader

Until death do you part, you are theirs and they are yours.

Wolves are (NOT) Scary

werewolf!bts x reader

All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Pastel Snowflake Kisses ①

bts x reader

They had never made much of a fuss about christmas...until you came into the picture.

Yearning

hybrid!bts x reader

Out of Love ♡

bts x f!reader

Everything was perfect, or at least you thought it was. What happens when you break up with your 7 boyfriends and have to deal with the aftermath of it all?

To Love Min Yoongi

idol!ot7 x witch!reader | yoongi focus x reader

You were a villainess destined to be with seven stars. Your cliche Reincarnation AU.

Can't Wait to See You Again ♡

idol!fan!bts x youtuber!reader

The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs.

[KSJ]

The A-Listers

actor!jin x famous!reader

Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.

[MYG]

What yoongi wants, yoongi gets ①

idol!yoongi x reader

The one where the cat is actually yours, but yoongi somehow worms his way into the family.

[JHS]

[KNJ]

[PJM]

Filtering Light ♡

human!jimin x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jungkook

The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

[KTH]

[JJK]

Hold On ①

jungkook x reader | established relationship

A night where jungkook just wants to give, give and give and he wants you to realize that you can take it all.

At Your Service ☆

escort!jeongguk x ceo!reader | strangers-to-lovers au

Filtering Light

human!jungkook x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jimin

The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

In Which | collection 1 | collection 2 ♡

idol!jungkook x reader | drabble collection

Domestic Daydreams ①

influencer!jk x f. reader

A window into the life of jeon jungkook

Fish-wife or No-wife ①

idol!jk x f.reader

Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.

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[raplinesmoon]

Taking Chances (KSJ X F!Reader)

pairing: lawyer!Seokjin x journalist!reader

genres/aus/rating: exes to roommates to lovers, fluff, angst, pg

summary: Eight years apart and now you and Seokjin are in the same city again. When a beautiful apartment presents too good of an opportunity to pass up for both of you, you decide to take the plunge, and embark on a new relationship - this time as roommates.

warnings: talks of breakups, regret, pining, sassy bro!Namjoon, reader gets sick and Seokjin takes care of her, bed sharing (not like that!), kissing, alcohol mentions, swearing, a cute mischevious cat, angsty with a happy ending!

word count: 5.8k

a/n: This gift was created through @bangtansecretsanta and is for @jinsquishes​. Surprise! I’m your Bangtan Secret Santa! Nixie, I’m so sorry for being such a snowflake (get it?) and sending this too you so late djkskskdks. I know you like roommate fics, so I put a little twist on it! It was lovely chatting with you and I hope you like it and feel all the warm fuzzies! This was inspired by a book I recently read called House Rules by Ruby Lang and the premise was too cute to pass up! Also, the dress OC wears is inspired by this one, which is currently hanging in my closet and I’m looking for a holiday party to wear it to lmao

Seokjin had finally had enough. His ears felt like they were about to bust open any second now, not that it meant anything to his abhorrent neighbours. The drilling noises continued, the young, newlywed couple completely oblivious to the fact that it was nearing 12am and now might not have been the best time to put together their new Ikea furniture.

He could maybe have forgiven them if it was their first week in the next-door apartment, the two of them lost in scramble of moving boxes and building a desk, chair, or whatever they decided they were missing. But it’d been like this for six months. Six months that had shattered his peace in the apartment that Jin had previously lived in for eight years, both with you, and by himself. In all that time, he’d never considered leaving. Until now.

It’d been a stupid decision, one made on a whim when he decided to go tour the old, weathered brownstone that had just popped up on the market in his neighbourhood. He’d been sick of the noise, and the idea of a bright, new apartment seemed like a dream, one where hopefully there weren’t any annoying neighbours. The walls were full of exposed brick, the sunlight filtered in even on a bright, snowy day, and it was big. Bigger than he needed as a single, unmarried, thirty something to be honest, but more space never hurt. 

But then he heard the broker, Jimin, usher someone new in to the viewing, and just as quickly as his dream sprung up, it was shattered. Because he’d only caught the faintest glimpse of the threadbare brown coat you’d loved so much, and the tell-tale fringe of your scarf that he’d gifted you for your very first anniversary, but Jin knew it was you.

His ex-fiancée. Or was that even the right term when it’d been eight years since you broke up? When Seokjin had spent almost nearly as much time apart from you as he had with you? 

He ducks into one of the bedrooms, out of Jimin’s sight, and sucks in a sharp breath, blinking and shaking his head. Who was he kidding? That coat could belong to anyone, anyone could own that scarf. Not just the former love of his life who as far as he knew, had faded into obscurity after dropping out of law school. Who probably moved halfway across the world just to avoid the sight of him. The person who he’d once shared an entire life with, and now they had nothing left in common.

Seokjin shivers as he stares outside the window, watching the snow fall down, a colourless shroud, and he grits his teeth. The journey home would not be fun.

Hearing shuffling behind him, he turns, thinking it’s Jimin coming to ask him what he thinks, but he’s met with a small gasp.

“Jin,” you whisper softly. “I knew it was you.”

And before Seokjin can react, you’re pulling him into you, tucking your head into his shoulder, and he’s breathing in your faint soapy smell, reminded of the shampoo you used to love so much. The wool of your scarf doesn’t feel as scratchy as he remembers, and he’s comforted by its familiar presence, by your familiar presence in his arms. It’s been too long.

“You moved back,” he mutters into your hair, and immediately you freeze, pulling back, eyes on the floor.

“I found a new job,” you tell him, and as much as Seokjin wants to press, he doesn’t. He doesn’t feel like he has a right to ask, to know about your life not that you’re not together anymore. So instead, he remains silent, taking you in. 

You hadn’t changed much. You looked older, maybe a few more lines on your face, but your eyes were still the same. That smile was still the same, and he knew he had to be careful around it.

“How are we doing in here, oh—”

Jimin takes that moment to walk in, his eyes glinting with questions as he takes in the two of you, so close yet standing apart, and he raises an eyebrow.

“We knew each other,” Seokjin steps in, immediately wanting to diffuse the awkward tension. “She’s my ex-w–”

You look at him, eyes glassy and in shock. He’d been about to say wife. Because you had been, almost. There had only been a few months to the wedding when you’d decided to go, sending Seokjin off over a cup of coffee on a chilly autumn day in the park.

“Well, it sounds like you have a lot to think about,” Jimin chuckles before retreating, and Seokjin knows he’s not just talking about the apartment.

It’s only natural for him to chase you down after you’ve both left, following you into a nearby cafe.

Turning on your heel, you look at the sight of your ex, still as handsome as ever with his wool coat and snow in his hair, and you let out a big sigh. You weren’t going to hate him. You didn’t hate him.

“What do you want?” you blurt out, and Seokjin recoils briefly, in shock at your question before straightening.

“An espresso,” he responds, and you grin.

“You used to be more of a latte man, what happened?” you ask.

“I don’t know, I guess I just got a lot more bitter,” he grunts, and you let out another heavy sigh.

“I know you have questions Jin, and I want to answer them, I really do, but can we just sit here for a bit? And drink our coffee first?”

And so you do, the two of you sipping on the hot drinks, taking each other in for the first time in many years. You know Seokjin isn’t actually upset with you, that it was more the shock speaking for him. He’d barely raised his voice at you when you left, nodding along quietly and watching you go without a word. You made no promises to him, and he didn’t make any to you.

You tried your hardest to keep up with him back then, but law school had sucked the life out of you. While Seokjin had been everyone’s favourite, the star pupil and class president, you were just… there, right next to him. It had been your own guilt and unhappiness that had driven you away, never anything to do with him. But Seokjin was stubborn, persistent that you could stay, that things would work out on their own. 

“There was no other option,” you tell him quietly, and he nods over the cup of coffee, looking out the window, and you so desperately want him to look at you instead. 

“Don’t you get it?” you want to scream at him, but keep your voice level. “I had to drop out, I had to go find my own way, to travel, to figure out what really made me happy?”

“And are you?” Seokjin interrupts. “Happy, I mean?”

You pause, not knowing how to answer him.

“What about you?” you fire back. “You’ve lived in the apartment for years, even before me. What makes you want to move now?”

“I’ve stayed there for too long. It used to feel like home… now it just feels like a rut. One that I can’t get out of, no matter how hard I try. But you wouldn’t understand, would you? You never wanted to stay.”

You square your shoulders, sitting up straight. You couldn’t keep up this conversation. You hadn’t been able to have it eight years ago, and it was far too late for it now. Instead, you needed a place to live, to turn over a new leaf, and it seemed like Seokjin did too. Which brought you to why the two of you were even here together in the first place.

“I want that apartment, Seokjin. I know you want it too, I saw it in your eyes. We both need this. But I can’t afford it. Not on my own.”

“What are you asking?” Seokjin says, his eyes turning dark.

“Kim Seokjin, I’m asking you to be my roommate.”

This was insane, Seokjin thinks as he packs up the last of his kitchen supplies, surrounded by boxes. This has to be the most insane thing he’d ever done.

He’d called Namjoon over a dozen times the past week since he’d met you in the coffee shop, ranting to his brother about the odd proposal you’d given him.

“Is she still the same?” Namjoon echoed over the phone, disdain lacing his voice. He hadn’t been the biggest fan of you leaving his older brother broken hearted. 

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is what I’m supposed to do about this!” Seokjin spits into the line, feeling his face grow hot.

“Easy, just say no,” Namjoon responds. “Exes are bad news, hyung. It’s not worth getting caught up with any of them, no matter how good the relationship used to be.”

Seokjin pauses for a second. Namjoon had made it sound so easy. Just saying no. But what complicated things was the fact that it was you he was saying no to. 

Seokjin knew you left on your own accord. He knew you needed to find a sense of purpose, one that didn’t revolve around just him and law school, and getting married. But that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt. 

When he’d seen you again, he’d imagined, for a brief moment, the years that had been lost between you. The ones you could have spent living together, waking up to each other every day. Burning toast on Sunday morning, putting up Christmas trees every winter, dancing as the snow fell outside. And here you were, offering him a chance to maybe, just maybe get those lost years back. Or whatever shreds of them he could recover.

“You can’t say no, can you?” Namjoon says over the phone, defeat in his voice, and Seokjin realizes he’s been silent for too long. 

“I didn’t fight for her when I should have, Namjoon-ah, I can’t miss that opportunity again.”

The words come back to him as he sits in the kitchen alone. Looking around, he realizes how few boxes he actually had. He thought most of his life had been in this apartment, but the more he thought about it, he realized he was never really attached to the things here. It was more the memories, or lack of them that he had, living here by himself, trying too hard to get over you.

He’d never brought a date home here. Namjoon refused to visit, and Seokjin had just stopped asking, fitting seamlessly into the fabric of the lives of those around him, while never pausing to think about his own. 

A knock at the door breaks him out of his thoughts, and he opens it to find the movers. As he watches them lift up the things, he’s surprised by how light he feels. Maybe letting go wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“You have a big, strong, handsome ex fiancé moving in with you, and you still choose to bring up your own things why?” Nixie, your best friend, groans as she carries up another box, plopping it into your room. 

You’d chosen the smaller of the two, while Seokjin got the bigger one, knowing he put more money towards the rent from his job. 

“Because he’s not my anything, he’s my roommate, and we don’t owe each other anything,” you tell her. 

“Not to burst your bubble ___, but most people don’t exactly end up shacking up with their former fiancé and expect to be just roommates.”

“Well we are,” you brush her off, and she turns to start unloading stuff into the closet. “We have completely different lifestyles. He works at an office, I work from cafes and libraries or at home. He works during the day, I’m most productive at night. We’ll barely run into each other.”

And you hadn’t, so far. Seokjin had moved in quietly when you weren’t there, his stuff magically appearing in the living room one day. You hadn’t seen him around since, but you figured he was probably living with his brother until your contract officially started.

The two of you had decided to give it six weeks, right until the New Year. Six weeks of living together, seeing if you could tolerate each other. If it didn’t work out, Seokjin had graciously agreed to move out, and help you find a new roommate. 

It sounded so foolproof when you thought of it in your head. 

“Okay, I trust that you know what you’re doing,” Nixie says. “After all, we’re not the same as we were eight years ago.”

The two of you chat for a little longer before she has to leave to her own place, and you’re left on your own. A few hours pass, and you’re finally done unpacking most of your room when you hear the jangling of keys, and the door creak open. 

The sound of boots echoes in the hallway, and you know it’s Seokjin. You hide underneath the covers on your mattress, not wanting him to know you’re awake. 

He shuffles around in the kitchen for a little bit, and then it falls silent. Thinking the coast is clear, you tiptoe outside your room, searching for a drink of water, when you see him slumped on the living room floor, his head in his hands.

Your face softens at his serious figure, and you walk over to him, plopping down next to him. He shifts slightly, his eyes widening in surprise at your presence, and you look down to see that you’d never changed out of your bunny printed pyjama shorts.

Clearing your throat, you speak softly, afraid to put him even more on edge.

“I realize that this was maybe unfair of me to ask you for, but you were the only person I could think of that wouldn’t try to accidentally hit on me and then poach the lease right out of my hands.”

Seokjin chuckles at that, turning to look at you.

“You don’t have to worry about me hitting on you, I’m too old for that.”

“We’re the same age.”

“Is this really a good idea, ___? Us?” He asks softly.

You freeze. There was no “us” between the two of you. There hadn’t been for a long time. But maybe there could be. A new version of normal, one where you and Seokjin lived happily together yet apart, content with your lives.

“I don’t know,” you tell him. “All I know is that being here, in this space, I feel happy for the first time in a long time. Like my life is finally falling into place. And I don’t want that feeling to stop, even after the six weeks are over.”

Seokjin freezes next to you, and he knows you’re not talking about him, but he imagines you could be. 

“It’s going to take some time for me to adjust to this,” he says.

“Me too. We’ll try our best. That’s all we can do, right?”

I tried my best, the words ring in Seokjin’s ears. The same ones you told him when you said you were leaving. 

“Right.”

As December settles in, Seokjin thinks he could get used to the idea of living here. The home is so inviting, the crown bricks covered in snow making him think of Santa’s house in all those Christmas movies he’d watched as a kid. Every evening when he’d get inside after work, he would smell coffee, knowing you’d probably just left to the library to continue your work. 

It was quiet, and he was content. Until you stopped him one day in the kitchen, up before he was, shoving a plate full of cheese and crackers towards him.

“I want to get a cat.”

“You don’t have to ask me to get a cat,” he grumbled. “We’re adults.”

“I know, but you’re my roommate and it’s common courtesy. I saw one I’d like to adopt near the end of this week. He’s older, and they said he was super quiet. I’ll keep the litter box in my room.”

And that was how Seokjin also became roommates with Cheese. As much as he tried to ignore the little rascal, Cheese would always curl up next to him at the most random times, purring when Seokjin gave him scratches on the head. 

He adjusted to you and Cheese better than he thought. The two of you were friendly, pausing to chat briefly at random points when you’d bump into each other during the day, oftentimes when one of you was leaving and the other was returning.

Seokjin even shared his wine collection with you, telling you that you could help yourself to any of the expensive bottles. Maybe it was the giving holiday spirit. Maybe it was just you making him soft. 

You’d started waking up earlier, leaving him a little pile of cut up fruit on the counter every morning, the oranges peeled just the way he liked them, which only you’d ever been able to do. 

But it never went beyond that. Seokjin still didn’t know who you were, what you did. And you kept your distance. Sometimes when he’d see you coming back from a trip outside, he resisted the urge to smooth down your frazzled hair after you’d taken your hat and scarf off, but he stopped himself.  He also stopped himself from staring for too long when you’d wear those forsaken bunny printed pyjama shorts, trying not to focus on how good your butt looked. 

It was a silly little crush on his roommate, he brushed it off in his mind. He’d get over it.

It was the week before Christmas, and you were in hustle mode. Your editor wanted you to get the latest piece to him in time for Christmas Day, so you’d been holed up in the library, writing away on your laptop and downing copious amounts of cofffee. 

You’d managed to get through about four pages of writing before the pain in your stomach set in. Grimacing, you brace an arm around your middle, hobbling to the bathroom before the cramps take over, and you stumble, crashing to the floor. You dial Nixie, but it’s late and she doesn’t pick up. Scrolling through your phone, you resign yourself to putting in Seokjin’s number, relieved when he picks up on the first ring even though he should be at work.

“Can you come and get me please?”

Seokjin’s face was as pale as a ghost when he found you lying on the library bathroom’s floor, passed out. You stir as reaches around you, supporting you with one arm as the two of you rise.

“I’m so sorry,” you croak out. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Please stop apologizing,” he says softly. “It’s not your fault.”

You don’t know if he’s talking about you getting sick or something else. His warm arms come around you as he walks the two of you to his car, placing you gently in the passenger seat and turning on the heating so you wouldn’t freeze. The entire ride, his hand remains on your thigh, the burn of his hand on the fabric of your jeans almost as prominent as the nauseating sensations you were experiencing in your stomach. He doesn’t ask, just glances over occasionally when the car stops to see your eyes flutter shut, and the rest of the ride is quiet.

You wake up enough for him to drag you up the stairs, before turning and closing yourself into the bathroom, sobbing under the heat of the shower. Everything ached. From the cramps to your own heart, it all hurt. And the only thing that made it better was Seokjin. But you’d lost him, and now you couldn’t go back to the way things were before. You begin to question why you’d even wanted him to live with you in the first place, knowing that you’d inevitably desire his comforting touch again. He made you feel safe. He made you feel loved, and despite being happy, you hadn’t felt that way in so long. 

When you slip out of the shower in fresh pyjamas, he’s there, sitting on your bed. You don’t get angry with him for letting himself into your room, instead sitting next to him on the bed. He doesn’t ask questions, just drawing your hand into his own.

“You know if you ever need anything, I’m here,” he says into the darkness.

“Can you stay with me?” you ask, pulling him into you until his chest is resting against your back, feeling the rough scratch of his crisp white dress shirt, and in seconds, you’re asleep.

You sleep better than you’ve slept the entire time you’ve been in the apartment. But it makes no difference when you wake up alone, Cheese eyeing you curiously. Seokjin was gone.

“I can’t do this,” Seokjin rubs in between his eyebrows, staring at Namjoon with bloodshot eyes over his brunch. He’d left early, before you could even wake up, his heart turning over and over in his chest at the sight of you seeming so small, so vulnerable, doubled over in pain. He knew it was probably nothing to be worried about, but when it came to you, Seokjin couldn’t help but worry. 

“You still love her,” Namjoon says, and he doesn’t sound disappointed. His voice is even, flat with acceptance.

“Is it crazy of me to think that it just wasn’t the right time? That we both needed to grow up and figure out our lives? I mean, we were barely about to graduate. Of course we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing. No one does at that age.”

“But she left,” Namjoon interjects, his eyes full of concern. “She left, and maybe she did change, hyung. Maybe she’s better for it. But you, you just let her hurt you. You stayed the same, for so many years, going to work every day, making money, never letting anyone else in. And now, all of a sudden, she’s back, and you’re acting all different, being friends with her. My question is why.”

Seokjin wonders the same thing, why he’s able to be so attached to you after so many years apart.. You needed time, you needed space, you needed to feel like your own person. And Seokjin could accept all that. But he always thought he’d done something to drive you away. And then he remembers it’s because never once, in the four hour long conversation where the two of you had said goodbye, had you said it was because you didn’t love him. In fact, you’d said it three times exactly - once at the very beginning, one time in the middle, and right at the end.

He straightens up, and a warm, fizzy feeling runs through his veins. The last thing you had said was “I love you.” And now here you were, eight years later, by his side again. Was it crazy to think it was because you still loved him too?

The dress was green, with glittering sequins in the shape of stars. It was breathtaking. And now it was lying on your bed. 

“Come with me to my work holiday party?” Seokjin had asked earlier in the week, and you don’t know what had possessed you to say yes. You’d softened towards him considerably ever since he’d taken care of you while you were sick, not saying anything when he slipped into your bed in the middle of the night, but not pushing him away either.

You still were afraid to talk about it. Afraid that he wouldn’t forgive you for running away, for putting yourself over the relationship. Even though you knew you weren’t selfish, the mere though of Seokjin ever seeing you as such pained you.

And now here you were, his date to a swanky holiday party. When you’d asked why, he’d laughed it off, saying last minute dates were a hot commodity, and he didn’t want to have to resort to Tinder. A pang of jealousy bubbled up in your chest at the thought of Seokjin with a younger, prettier girl on his arm, and you’d sulkily made up your mind that going with him was best. However, putting on the stunning dress and having the experience of Seokjin nearly stumbling while lacing his dress shoes made you feel a tiny bit better.

You watch the people around you swarm and flock to each other, exchanging hugs and holiday wishes, and painfully miss Seokjin’s presence next to yours, keeping your beating heart calm. As if he sensed your discomfort, he’s there in the next minute, holding out a drink for you. You accept, hoping the alcohol will calm your nerves.

You feel out of place here. This was Seokjin’s wheelhouse, Seokjin’s territory. He’d always been the people pleaser, while you preferred to hang back. 

An older couple comes up to you, and Seokjin straightens up, putting his drink down and greeting the man with a handshake.

“This is my boss, Mr. Nam,” he says, faltering when he turns to introduce you. “And this is ___, she’s my, uh—, we’re, she’s my—”

“Roommate,” you interject quickly.

“Ahhhh so you’re together then?” The woman you assume is Mrs. Nam claps her hands together in delight. 

“No no no!” Seokjin tries to manage the messy misunderstanding. “We live together. As in just one together. Together-ish.”

A smile slips onto your lips when you see his ears redden in frustration, and you give his hand a squeeze. Mr. and Mrs. Nam catch sight of your clasped hands and smilen again, before saying how wonderful it was to meet you and excusing themselves to get some food.

“No need to be nervous,” you tell Seokjin after they’ve left. “It’s just me.”

“Yeah, it’s just you,” Seokjin echoes, and there’s a far away look in his eyes, one you can’t place. “Should we go out to the balcony?”

He leads you along, his hand tucked into the curve of your waist, and you bump into more people, Seokjin recovering and introducing you without the roommate title. It all feels surreal, like a dream you never dared yourself to have, and you reflect on how this could have been the life you had together, if things hadn’t come apart.

When you’re outside, you begin to shiver, and Seokjin eases his coat off, and you dodge it, telling him you’re fine, the two of you dancing awkwardly around each other. After a few moments, you begrudgingly accept the coat, sinking into its warmth and breathing in Seokjin’s clean smell.

“You’ve changed a lot, ___,” he says. “You seem calmer. Happier. You really like writing, don’t you?”

You want to act shocked that he finally figured out what your mystery job was, but you knew he would. Seokjin knew you too well, and there was a point where he’d known you better than you’d know yourself.

“What about you?” you respond. “Big hotshot lawyer, finally fulfilling all those ambitions you had for yourself–”

“For us,” he cuts you off. “I had them for us.”

“And I ruined them, right? By leaving,” you voice shrinks, and you feel tears perk up at the back of your throat. 

“Maybe it was good for me,” he says, looking out onto the city. “Maybe I had to learn how to be myself without you too.”

“Not everything has to be a lesson, Jin,” you tell him. “Not everything has to mean something grand and philosophical. You’re allowed to miss it. To miss us. I miss it too. Sometimes I wake up in my bed, with Cheese, and it doesn’t even feel real that you’re here with me again, right down the hall. How we’re both the same, yet different in so many ways. And it scares me because even though living with you again is like nothing I could have expected, I still love you. More than I should.”

You pause on the last words, your breath coming out in frozen puffs, and watch Seokjin’s eyes flicker with longing. He pauses, before drawing you into him, his finger tips entwining with yours. 

“It’s not like it was before because it’s better,” he whispers against your lips, before he closes the distance in between you two.

Sparks explode across your skin when he kisses you, your hands swinging around his neck, and you feel like a teenager in love again, discovering how good it felt to be held for the first time. You sway from the wash of emotions that come over you, and Seokjin’s hands are there, steadying you as you break apart, rubbing his cheek against yours and pressing tiny kisses all the way from your temple to your hair.

“___, there’s something I have to tell you,” he whispers into your hair, when suddenly, your quiet moment of peace is interrupted by a loud yell. The two of you break apart, cheeks flaming with heat, and you look away, not wanting to seem suspicious after basically lying to everyone the whole evening.

“Seokjin!! Congratulations on the promotion,” one of his coworkers you’d met earlier, Hoseok, runs up to him. “Singapore won’t be ready for you after the New Year hits!”

More and more people join the swarm, clapping Seokjin on the back, and his eyes look to you in panic. 

“This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” he mouths to you, but you barely acknowledge it, your eyes filling up with tears.

He never had any plans to stay on as your roommate. He’d wanted to leave the entire time. 

You rush away from the crowd, Seokjin’s coat still wrapped around you as you cry quietly. Just when you thought that things could finally be okay, that you two could move on from the past together, it had to rear its ugly head once more, reminding you that you didn’t belong together for a reason.

A week passed, and Christmas with it. Seokjin had left quietly to spend the holiday with his own family, and your heart ached with hurt because he hadn’t spoken to you since the night of the party. Or more like you hadn’t spoken to him, holing yourself up in your room and cuddling with Cheese underneath the blankets.

Across from you, the present he’d left outside your door lay unwrapped, and you had half a mind to just throw it out the window and be done with him, once and for all.

Sighing, you open up your laptop, deciding that you should put in an application for a new roommate. You type out a general profile of what you’re looking for, before shutting the computer with a sigh and deciding you weren’t mentally ready to handle the thought of moving on yet. Maybe it’d be easier once Seokjin finally left. 

Rising from your bed, you make your way to the kitchen, opening to fridge to find Cheese’s cat food. Grabbing a spoon to scoop it out, you pause when you realize the bowl is full, and that Cheese hadn’t touched anything yet. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Cheese all day, sleeping for the better part of the day. 

The door was locked, so he had to be here somewhere. You walk around everywhere, even peeking into Seokjin’s room and calling his name, but to no avail. Standing in the hallway, you feel a cold breeze and gasp. The window had been open. What if Cheese had escaped?

Panicking, you throw on your coat, tears burning in your eyes as you slip on your scarf and shoes. You’d already lost Seokjin, you couldn’t lose the one other person who was holding you together right now. 

You stumble out into the night, shivering when you realiize that there’s a thick blanket of snow outside, deep enough to cover a tiny cat. You slip and slide down the steps, calling out Cheese’s name and running up and down the city streets, the snow coming down heavier.

After half an hour, you decide to give up, voice hoarse from screaming. You make up your mind to put up a missing pet flyer for Cheese immediately. Now that was a task you could focus on.

Trudging up back your street, you come to a pause outside your building, gasping in shock when you see that the front steps’ light is on, and Seokjin is sitting there, a shivering Cheese in his hands.

You immediately run up to him, grabbing Cheese and clutching him to your chest while tears run down your face.

“I found him wandering outside,” Seokjin says, reminding you that he’s still there, and you take a step back from him.

“Thanks for finding him,” you tell him. “I mean it.”

And you turn, cuddling Cheese in your arms, ready to escape to your bedroom once more, when Seokjin’s arm shoots out, grabbing onto yours and spinning you around.

“Please can we talk?” his eyes are desparate as they bore into yours.

“We have nothing to talk about,” you tell him coolly. “I’ve already made arrangements to find another roommate.”

“I rejected the promotion,” he says hastily, and you freeze. “It shouldn’t have taken me this long. I accepted it before we moved in together, and I just thought I could put it off until…”

“Until what? You broke my heart just as bad as I broke yours?” you hiss, feeling guilty at the way his face falls.

“Until I realized how much I don’t want to move out.”

He reaches out, scratching Cheese in between his ears, and the image is so domestic it makes your heart hurt.

“What if we aren’t meant to be together?” you tell him meekly. “What if there was a reason we didn’t work out the first time? What makes now any different?”

“It’s different because even after all this time, I still want to stay here,” Seokjin says, cupping your cold cheeks in his palms. “I still want to be here with you, even after all this time.”

“Are you saying this as my roomate?” you try to lighten the mood, but your heart is doing backflips in your chest.

“I’m saying this as someone who loves you, and who hopes that you believe in taking chances,” he ghosts his thumb over your cheek.

“I took a chance on you, right?” you whisper back, smiling at his gentle touch. “And look where that ended up.”

“Where did it end up?” he teases you in his low voice, and you shiver.

“With you kissing me on New Year’s Eve,” you tell him, and Seokjin pulls you towards him, his fingers running through your hair and tugging at your scarf before he’s kissing you again. 

You remain like that for an infinite number of moments, savoring each other, accepting each other after so long, that you don’t hear the fireworks go off, Cheese shifting uncomfortably in your arms.

“Let’s head inside,” Seokjin presses a kiss to your cheek. “The little guy must be getting cold.”

You step aside, beckoning Seokjin in before you, and he grabs your arm with a grin.

“Lead the way, roomie.”

A/N pt. 2: I hope you enjoyed! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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Pt 1- despise.

despise/dɪˈspʌɪz

- feel contempt or a deep repugnance for someone/something.

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"This is Jung-Yi hyun." The host introduced.

Yoongi greeted the man with a polite smile and extended a handshake. "We've heard about you. Seen a drama as well. Ah, and my friend is a fangirl when it comes to your music." He spoke, referring to Jimin. 

Jimin had discovered about Yi-hyun a couple years ago when his single had topped the Hot 100. The moment he heard one of his most popular songs- 'Only you.' He was absolutely in love. He made Y/n listen to it, but she wasn't a fan (for obvious reasons).

"I'm glad to meet a fan." Yi-hyun shook Yoongi's hand and greeted back with a fan.

"Oh we aren't a fan. At least I'm not." Y/N spewed back bitterly, a sarcastic smile on her face. The host and Yoongi looked at her questioningly. Yoongi shot her a look that translated to 'Wtf, be nice.'

However, Yi-hyun simply chuckled. He was used to her comments, even after all this time.

"I see you've taken coming second to me quite seriously even after all this time." He retorted. This seemed to set something ablaze in Y/n's brain, and she was certain that she was going to throw hands. 

Three years ago Y/n's debut song came second to Yi-hyun's comeback single. Saying that she was jealous and enraged was fair. However, the media made it worse by stirring up controversies about bad blood between them. Both of them cleared up rumors of any dispute. However, it was quite evident to everyone close to the woman that it had taken a toll on her.

"Hahahaha! Joke guy!" She laughed loudly, reiterating Jin's line from the Carpool Karaoke with James Corden. To ease the tension, the other two adults also laughed along.

Click!

A camera captured the moment. This would definitely be on social media tomorrow.

Headlines: Min Yoongi, Y/N L/N and Jung Yi-hyun captured sharing a moment of laugh! Tap to know the deets of their conversation.

After the awkward laughter died down, the two fiancés bid their goodbyes. The couple sat in their car. Y/N totally avoiding eye-contact with Yoongi.

She was honest with Yoongi about everything in her life. The parental pressure, running away from home, her celebrity relationships, etc. However, the biggest truth of her life she had hidden from him. He was completely clueless that the cocky actor and his sassy fiancée shared a past that left wounds on her heart. And that till date, she fears that Yoongi would abandon her as well, shattering her soul to pieces. She wouldn't be able to bounce back from that.

"So, do you want to talk about it or..." Yoongi trailed off.

"I'm sorry." She apologised abruptly.

"You don't need to apologise. It's just, some grudges are best to let go of. I mean, sure his song came above yours. But that's alright. You're way more popular than him anyways. And you have 2 dramas and 3 movies lined up for the next 5 years, not him. Not to mention you're also going to Hollywood for a project." He tried soothing her. The only way he could think of right now was to boost her ego a bit. He didn't mind at all, actually. He was proud of her. She worked hard and is getting what she deserves. "Oh, and you're going to get married to me. Not him." He smirked proudly. This made Y/N laugh. 

"Yoongi, are you establishing yourself as a trophy wife?" She joked as she placed a hand on her chest in a dramatic way.

"Of course I am, halmoni." He joked back, earning himself a playful smack on the arm. 

"Ya, ajhussi, you're the one who's older here." She pointed at him.

"Whatever you say, grandma." He chuckled and pretended to bite her finger. The two laughed and she laced her hand with his. He looked at her with eyes full of light and love. Y/N felt the tension rise from her shoulders. 

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On the other hand, Yi-hyun sat in his car, trying to catch his breath. He loosened his tie and ran a hand through his hair. He'd seen her in pictures on the news and Instagram that he stalked once in a while. However, seeing her in person had hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. From the outside he might look like the strongest, boldest man alive. But in his heart, guilt feasted on his feelings. Every day he regretted the day he left the one love of his life for the other one- stardom. 

Seeing the diamond ring on her ring finger and her hand looped around Yoongi's made his head and heart hurt. He felt like shit.

"So? What have you decided?" Kim Seong-ju, his assistant and best friend asked him through the phone.

"Yeah. I'll do it. I'll do the movie with Y/n." He gulped.

"And possibly ruin her seemingly perfect life? Again?" He spoke a little harshly. Seong-ju was there for Yi-hyun throughout everything. However, it did not mean that he was okay with whatever he would do. And the mistake he was the most upset about was leaving the girl behind. 

"It's not like I'm going to make her cheat on me. It's just a movie, goddamn it. What could it possibly ruin? We're professional actors for fuck's sake." He spoke back. Yi-hyun usually only cursed when he was anxious, angry or sad. Currently, he was a mix of all of them.

"Yeah. A romance movie. And I'll tell you what. I think we both know that this wouldn't be just a movie for you two. Ya'll would have to be with each other again. And knowing you, I know you're going to fall in love with her all over again." 

"Wrong. I never fell out of love." He whispered.

"Can you shut up with the melodramatics? It's not cute." Kim scolded through the phone. "But I'm warning you. If anything goes down because of you, I will smack you." 

"Got it." He ended the call and sat back. 

He closed his eyes and let his thoughts consume him. And for a minute, he did doubt it. Was it actually going to be just professional? But he knew one thing for sure. He was going to make it up to her. 

Not actively pursue her love again, but hoped to be at least on good terms. 

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A few days later.

Y/n entered the SOOP Management building, ready for the table read of her upcoming project. A rom-com movie of some second chance romance. 

She walks into the building, a flame of proudness aflame when she sees a display of her poster and awards adjacent of the building's entrance. She took the elevator to the table-read floor. The elevator door dinged open and she entered the conference hall just for her soul to leave her body.

As soon as her door had opened, she saw the face of the man she'd least expect to be here. 

Jung Yi-hyun. Him and his assistant Kim Seong-ju looked at her with small smiles on there faces. There was a look of guilt shading Seong-ju face. Yi-hyun on the other hand stood upright with confidence and smug. Other stars and crew were also in the room, everyone seated for the table read.

"Ah, you're here." Y/n's assistant Yoo-na spoke. Yi-hyun's assistant bowed slightly to her and she reluctantly bowed back. Everyone in the room was now looking at the two leads.

"W-what are you two doing here?" Y/n asked, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible.

"We're here to discuss a film." Yi-hyun spoke coolly as he walked towards her. 

"Film?" She raised her eyebrows at him. He nodded. 

"Uh, Ms. L/N, Mr. Jung is going to be your co-star for the film." Seong-ju clarified. The brunette could feel her neck and ears burning up. 

"Ah. I see." She chuckled and gulped. "Let's all take a seat and get into the details, shall we?" She then motioned Yoo-na to sit beside her so Yi-hyun could sit on the other side of the table. However, Yi-hyun was quick to grab a chair and sit beside her. 

Y/N looked at him with slightly wide eyes. Nonetheless, she smiled at him and switched her attention to the rest of the cast and crew.

"So, everyone, today let's read the script of 'Love again'." The screenwriter announced. "It's a story about two individuals who fall out a relationship and go their ways to look for a rebound, only to fall for each other again. We aim for it to be a 2 hour movie. The film would cover genres of romance, angst and comedy." He continued speaking and explaining the specific requirements for the script. Y/N's thoughts trailed off-track.

Two individuals who fall out of love and in love again after a failed attempt at rebounds? 

What, is this a forever kinda love trope? More importantly, why do I have to portray this story with him?

Why did you agree to do this project in the first place Y/N-

"The plot sounds interesting." Yi-hyun whispered to her.

"You know what sounds more interesting? You shutting the fuck up." Y/N whispered back.

"Are you going to keep this hostile attitude with me for the rest of our project?" He looked at her.

"If it makes you back off then I might as well try. Oh wait, I don't need to try to despise you." She internally cringed at all the comebacks she was coming up with. However, she was petty whenever she wanted to be. That's how she'd gotten through all the two-faced bitches she had encountered in her life. 

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A few hours later everyone started emptying the conference room. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation. The script was good and all the actors were exceptional. This project would definitely be a fan favorite.

Y/N, however, was not as excited as everyone was. Mainly because this meant that she has to work alongside Yi-hyun. But that's alright. She could be professional and give her best. She could get through it. 

She left the room with a sigh. Just as she was about to call her driver, a voice stopped her.

"Does he know?" Yi-hyun spoke from behind her.

Now she could either answer what he was asking- whether Yoongi knows about their past, or she could play dumb.

"Does who know?" She turned and quickly switched to a bored expression.

"Yoongi."

"Who's Yoongi?" Okay, maybe she played dumb a bit too much.

"Are you going to dodge all my questions?" He rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to keep intruding my life?" She retorted.

"Y/N. I'm asking if Yoongi knows about everything that happened between us." He spoke a bit sincerely, but the other adult was not in the mood for sincere.

"Of course he knows that you beat me to the top spot on the billboard." She then continued walking until she was halted by a hand on her wrist. She was quick to turn around and shake her hand our of his grip. 

"Don't touch me." She warned Yi-hyun.

"Then answer my question." He spoke back.

"I am not answerable to you. But just to get you off my back, I'll tell you. No. He does not know that you were the person that had emotionally wrecked me at the age of 18. He also does not know that the reason I hate you is not only because you came first on that stupid chart. Oh and he definitely does not know that every time I see you I get the uncontrollable urge to punch the living daylight out of you. To conclude, he doesn't know that you're actually an asshole."

She looked at him with fire in her eyes. For once Yi-hyun thought that she was actually going to slap him. But her taking a step back contradicted his assumption. 

Y/N breathed.

"Yi-hyun." She spoke much more calmly now. "Please don't make this harder for me than it already is." She then sighed and gulped. "I am choosing to interact with you only for the sake of this project." She then saw Yi-hyun's eyes divert to something behind her. His eyes widened a bit.

She then turned to see Yoongi standing in the hallway. Hands in his pocket, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. His eyes were somewhat heavy with...contemplation. 

"Y-you're here?" She cleared her throat. Confused of why he was here.

"Hmm. Thought I'd give you a little surprise. Let's go?" He walked towards the other two, taking Y/N's hand in his as soon as he reached her. He then gave her a small smile. 

Y/N looked at the other guy. Yi-hyun had already turned his back to walk away.

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The car ride was silent. Not the comfortable silence that the engaged couple enjoyed, but the kind of silence filled with thoughts and feelings. Y/N knew Yoongi better than she knew herself. She also assumed that Yoongi had been there for a chunk of the conversation. She knew that he wouldn't voluntarily bring it up even if it bothered him. 

After a somewhat-awkward 45 minute car ride, the two entered their home. The couple took of their shoes and jackets. Yoongi then went over to their couch.

Y/N sighed and then approached him. 

"How much of that did you hear?" She asked him.

"From the part that the project was already hard for you to do." He then took out his phone and started scrolling. Yoongi was a straight forward guy, however, he hated to confront on his own.

"Do you want to know why I said that?" She asked, hesitantly. It's not that she was scared of how he'd react, but she was a bit worried about how he'd take in the information of her first heartbreak which was still there when the two of them had started dating years after.

"You know that you don't need to give me an explanation." He spoke. However, his eyes were still on the screen. An indication that he would like it if she gave a reason, but it wasn't extremely important to him.

"I need you to listen to me." This made him look up from his phone. He then tossed it to the side, folded his legs and patted to the spot beside him.

Y/N sat there. She then took his left hand and smiled at the engagement ring. It sat prettily on his slender finger. 

"You know that I love you and only you right?" She asked, looking at him.

"I mean I would think that because we're engaged. You loving someone else at this point would concern me a bit." He somewhat joked.

Y/N let out a deep sigh. 

"Yi-hyun and I, we don't really gel well together. There are personal reasons to it other than the billboard saga, but that's not important. All I need you to know is that I love you. Only you." She  spoke. 

Yoongi nodded and caressed Y/N's head.

"Got it." He then smiled at her and kissed her forehead. He was a bit curious as to what were the personal reasons, but her past was hers. If she felt the need, she'd reveal it to him. He trusted her. 

"Are you not curious of what those other reasons are?" She asked after a couple seconds. 

"Well, a little bit. But like I said, you are not answerable to me." He say Y/N think a bit. He could see the wheels in her head turning, thinking of how to respond.

"Okay. We're getting married right? So you deserve to know everything. I don't want to lie or hide anything from you." She smiled. "I can trust you, right?" 

"Of course." Yoongi nodded.

"Okay. So umm...Yi-hyun and I, we're like- uhm- exes? Like we dated for a while and then we broke up but it was messy so like- yeah." 

Shabby work, Y/N. She thought to herself.

Yoongi looked a little surprised, but not too taken aback. However, he did take around half a minute to soak that information in.

"W-when? How?" He tried tallying the timeline. He met Y/N around 6 years ago. They started dating a year after that. Before the 6 years, Y/N had been a celebrity for 2 years. But in those two years, Yi-hyun was committed to someone else. Logic did not logic.

"That was eleven years ago." She answered. 

That makes sense. Wait, 11 years ago??

"This was when Soo-he and I were still in Ulsan. During the last year of high school." She clarified without Yoongi asking.

The idol was definitely surprised. A little disappointed that she hadn't told this to him earlier, but it's not that she needed to. 

"Oh." 

"Yoongi." She brushed a thumb on his palm.  "I don't like him anymore. Even as a person."

"Ah." 

The two sat in silence as Yoongi soaked in all the information."

"Do you want to know the whole story?" She prompted. Yoongi was silent, but the shrug of his shoulders cued Y/N to continue.

"It all started when I was done with my 11th grade exams, and went to eat ice cream." 

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March, 2011.Ulsan, South Korea.

"So this is freedom." Y/N stepped out of the shop with ice cream in one hand, and a bag of food in the other.

"I love not giving exams anymore." Soo-he sighed as she plopped onto her bed, speaking into the phone.

"Mmm hmm." The teenage girl hummed as she bit into her ice cream.

"Did you just bite into your ice cream again? I still don't know how you manage to do that." Soo-he cringed.

"Ya, are you a spy or something?" The other best friend walked towards the crossroad that led to the park. The two of them have been together since middle school. Han So-hee and Y/N L/N had been the best of friends since the day when Y/N had helped So-hee out with her homework before math class started. So-hee then invited the girl over to her house to eat snacks. One thing led to another and 7 years later, here they were, eating ice creams and admiring the stars together.

"What have you thought about the future?" Y/N asked her best friend, changing the topic of conversation. The two had one last year of high school filled with entrance exams, applications and resumes.

"I really don't know, Y/N. I want to move to Seoul with my grandma next year, but money is a problem." "Are you seriously considering something arts related?" Y/N questioned her. The two best friends shared the dream of becoming artists. Y/N had a knack for theatre and So-hee was drawn to painting and sculpture. However, Y/N was sort of forced into becoming a marine biologist as her parents were keen on her having a more 'stable' job. And the ocean interested her more than the human body- so a doctor was out of the options.

"Yeah. It's honestly the only thing that is going to keep me sane and happy in my life." So-hee sighed. She has had a tough life. Trying to make ends meet, divorced parents, mother issues, everything everything. Her grandmother was the sweetest soul in the whole world. She helped Soo-he grow like she was her own daughter. She was also very quick to make Y/N her own kid. A lack of familial love was completed for both the girls- and the reason was Soo-he's grandmother. Y/N admired Soo-he in every way possible. She had been there through her loudest laughs, and the heaviest tears. She was her life. And the feelings were mutual. Soo-he couldn't imagine a life without her rock beside her. She was proud of Y/N to make it so far with so much pressure put on her. To Y/N, Han Soo-he was a warrior. And Soo-he was so proud of her sister-like-best friend, Y/N.

"You? Are you seriously considering discovering the ocean for the rest of your life?" Han asked Yoon. Y/N was passionate about acting. She dreamed of making it big one day. But an unsupportive family was the biggest obstacle she has had to face.

"I don't really have a choice, Soo. However, I do really wish that some miracle would happen that would allow me to go snag an opportunity that would be my big break." Y/N sighed, resting her head on Soo-he's shoulder.

"Come with me to Seoul. Tell your parents you're going for college, and start auditioning side by side. If you land a role, you might as well start acting. Who knows, you'll maybe make it big in the future." Soo-he suggested.

"Are you crazy? My parents would never let me audition with my University going on." Y/N spoke.

"Who's saying you have to tell them? Audition fees aren't so high that you'll have to ask them for money. I'll be going to Ulsan High School of Arts. Maybe you could try for UNIST?"

"You have to be kidding-"

"Ya, wait. My grandma's calling me." Y/N was interrupted by Soo-he. A couple minutes later she came back on the line..

"Sorry babe, duty calls. My grandma is asking me to help with some chores. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Yeah, cool." Y/N smiled. The two cut the phone after saying a bye.

Y/N sighed and further sat into the bench, bringing up her feet to cross them and get more comfortable. She continued eating her dessert in peace. Once that was over, she sat with her eyes closed, feeling the warm summer breeze on her face and listening to the cricket chirps.

Random thoughts ranging from Uhm Jung-hwa to 'is there a meaning to existence' ran through her mind. Just when the thoughts became bothersome, she was about to plug in her earphones to avoid any rational thinking, a loud sob came from behind her. Her head whipped to see someone.

A guy.

A very handsome guy, actually. He appeared to be dazed. Drunk, probably. There were tears streaking down his face and his hair was entirely messy.

Before she knew, Y/N was on her feet, approaching the boy.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" She asked, still maintaining a distance between the two.

"No. I am not okay," he sobs again.

"Uh..." She scratched her head, confused on how to tackle the situation. "Do you want some water or like food? A joke, perhaps?" She tried.

He just sniffled. Y/N sighed and gave him a bottle of water she just opened. He looked at her with puffy eyes, taking the bottle.

"Thank you." He spoke after drinking some.

"It's okay. Do you need something else? Food? Help getting home?" She offered.

"Can you answer a question for me?" He spoke.

"I'll try." Y/N chuckled nervously.

"Why are women so complicated?" He asked her with a straight face. Y/N's eyebrows raised as she dryly chuckled.

"Damn. Umm, why are women so complicated? In what way? I mean-"

"You're a woman." He pointed out, eyes squinting a bit as if he was inspecting her face.

"Yes. Yes I am. Good job noticing that." She was starting to feel a little weird now.

"Why are you so complicated?" He countered. Now this took her aback.

"Uh, I don't think I am? I mean you barely even know me." She retorted.

"I don't even want to. All women are complicated. All of y'all are confused and messed in the head." He points at her.

"What?"

"I don't like you." He looks at her and she looks back at him with a confused stare.

"Well, I'm sorry?"

"You should be. You are very annoying. I actually think I hate you."

"You barely even know me!"

"I don't even want to. No one should know you. Or any other woman."

"Well, I don't like you very much either, now that you're being a total asshole." Y/N gets up and so does he.

"All women are the same. Petty, indecisive and stuck-up bitches." He spews.

Y/N gasps, deeply offended.

"Well, all men are the same. Immature, narcissists, and egoistic crybabies." They both glare at each other one last time and walk away. Y/N scoffs and looks back at him. She sees him walking in the opposite direction as her.

I did not spend 10 minutes arguing with a complete stranger.

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Star speaks:

Hey everyone! This is the very first chapter of Reflections. It might not seem as interesting for now, but the plot builds up I promise!

Anyways, I hope everyone has a great day/night ahead.

Please let me know what you think in the comments or tag me!

:))

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[roo-bastmoon]

How to Break Jimin Antis

Besties, pull up a seat.

Jimin has a song coming out this Friday. He's collaborating with an idol he admired in his youth, and he helped compose the song. It's kind of a big deal.

Now look, some folks are going to have legit reservations about supporting Taeyang considering past transgressions, and you should let them be true to their lived experience. Everyone has to answer to their own conscience here.

But some people are gonna be vile haters no matter what, and shit all over Jimin. You can expect a flood of posts attacking his lyrics, his voice, his looks, his sexuality, whatever.

Normally, I'd tell you to ignore it, block and report.

I'm not going to ask you to do JUST that, this time.

Instead, I'm going to ask you to start a new trend: co-opt their platform.

Use subversive kindness.

You see a post throwing major shade at Jimin? Don't fight. Don’t clap back. Don’t retweet to call them out. It just amplifies their message.

Take a page out of Jimin's book: be classy, but sassy.

Comment underneath hate posts is with Jimin-supporting hashtags.

"Thank you for the platform! With Jimin til the end! PJM1 is coming! #JIMIN #VIBEftJimin #parkjimin #jimin #bts  @bts_twt #withyou #pjm1 Be a good human! We love Park Jimin!"

Make them regret ever mentioning Jimin.

Spam the shit out of them with positive, joyful, celebratory, supportive message for our boy. Do NOT post anything bitchy or catty; nothing that would get reported or make Jimin feel ashamed if word got back to him.

Just take those haters’ swords aimed at our artist and beat them into ploughshares.

Deplatform the haters.

Take their free real estate and turn it into fertile ground to trend for Jimin.

 THEN go ahead and report and block and move on.

DO NOT GIVE ASSHOLES THE ATTENTION THEY CRAVE! Instead, keep the focus on Jimin, by being kind and positive and productive.

Take a page out the citizens of Wunsiedel's book and make the bigots work for a good cause:

Every single time an anti posts, it's an opportunity for ARMY to co-opt it for BTS. Any time a member is attacked. Any time a bond is belittled.

See a crazy cultist post misinfo or crap all over Jimin? Guess what? That's now an open invitation to cheerfully cleanse the timeline by commenting with tags you'd prefer to see.

If vile little antis are kind enough to create a post, we will happily take the space and change the message. We can even fundraise around it. One penny for every hate post toward album purchases or Jimtober next year.

MAKE THEM AFRAID TO MENTION HIM.

After all, the best revenge is a dish served HAPPY.

Our artist is coming back to us. Let’s make sure the whole world is very clear how happy we are about it. Be so loud, no one can hear the hate.

Please feel free to reblog this, and share this idea on twitter and other platforms. We have three days to the word out.

If you come for Jimin, you’ll get more Jimin than you could ever handle.

And you'll get it politely, pleasantly, persistently... until you break.

#jimin #park jimin #bts #jikook

[shina913]

Coquet, Part 2 | JJK

Coquet, Part 2

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption; sassy Jimin; lots of sexual tension; some vulnerable confessions

Word count: 4.8K words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: I came up with this way too fast, IMO. I was just too excited and I’m buzzing with so many ideas for this 😬 Thank you for the amazing response to Part 1–and now, here’s Part 2 💋

After you get off the plane and retrieve your suitcases from the carousel, you asked Jungkook for a few minutes to freshen up in the ladies’ room. Since there was only a short amount of time between your arrival and the wedding week kickoff celebration that your family was hosting this evening, you had pre-planned to change into a different outfit before heading to the venue.

When you walk out of the bathroom, you spot Jungkook off to the side scrolling through his phone silently. As you approach him carefully, you find that he has decided to put on a tie. Somehow, that small piece of material coupled with the suit he had on managed to make him even look more delectable.

He lifts his head as you close in on him. “Wow, you look gorgeous,” he says after a quick assessment.

You chuckled then waved him off. “You don’t have to do that. It’s just us here. You can save all that for my family!”

His eyebrows furrow. “Are you generally uncomfortable with compliments?”

You smile feebly. “It’s not that. I just mean, you don’t have to make up stuff to make me feel good while we’re alone, that’s all.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Who says I’m making stuff up?”

That made you giggle nervously. When you see that his expression remained unchanged, you stop. You shook your head gently then reclaimed your luggage from him.

“A-anyway, I’ll call a rideshare for us,” you say while you walk ahead of him, trying to mentally fan yourself.

******

Your parents ended up renting out a whole resort since many friends and family were coming in from out of town. Plus, with the wedding location being relatively remote, it seemed like a good idea to just keep everyone in one place. If you had any say in it, you’d be the first to object. 

Sadly, this was not your wedding.

You and Jungkook leave your bags by the concierge and walk through the lobby, heading towards the outdoor patio where there were drinks and finger-foods.

Right before you cross the threshold, you halt your steps and mentally prepare yourself for the possible barrage of questions and 'well-meaning' comments from wedding guests. These are the same guests who were supposed to be at your wedding, before Haru decided to pull the plug on that.

Sensing your trepidation, you feel Jungkook’s hand on your elbow.

“Hey–”

You turn your head to the side to look at him standing next to you.

“You’ll get through this,” he says. “And I’ll be right here to make sure that you do.” When he sees in your eyes that these words don’t placate you, he places his hands on your shoulders and turns you slightly so that you were now facing him.

He cups your face and looks you in the eyes. There was a kindness in them–it made you feel calm and secure in that moment. “You are going to be just fine.” He says before his hands slide down your arms slowly. “Trust me, okay?”

You nod and give him a small smile. He then takes one of your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “Show time?”

You took a deep breath then released it. “Yeah,” was all you could muster for him before you both proceeded–hand-in-hand, to join the party.

As soon as you walk through the doors, your mother spots you from across the room.

“YN! Hi, my darling girl,” she exclaims while giving you a big hug, almost spilling her drink. The party was already well underway when you arrived and you figured that whatever was in this goblet was drink number five, at the very least–judging by her overt display of affection.

“And who is this?” she says as her eyes land on your companion.

“Jungkook, this is my mother, Rose. Mom, this is Jungkook. My boyfriend.” You were shocked to actually say those words without your voice faltering.

“Nice to meet you, ma'am,” he says, releasing your hand for a moment to reach for your mom’s free hand then holding it up to his lips to kiss it.

“Well, hello there,” she says, suddenly fanning herself.

As you watch their exchange, you deduce that the flirting was an involuntary reflex for him, much like the reactions he garnered from it.

Right then, you glance past your mom’s shoulder to find an older man approaching you, grinning widely. You beamed right back at him.

“YN!” His voice is the epitome with warmth and comfort, like a soft blanket in the winter. He's holding his arms wide open for a hug, and you run happily right into them.

“Dad,” you sighed into his chest.

He pulls you gently off him but is distracted by an unfamiliar face standing close to you. “And who is this young man?”

You cleared your throat. “Dad, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is my dad, Jae.”

Your dad stretches his hand out towards him and Jungkook quickly bows after clasping it firmly. “Good evening, sir. I’m happy to make your acquaintance,” he says evenly.

“Glad you could join us, Jungkook.” Your dad says after briefly sizing him up.

“Thank you for having me,” he responds, maintaining eye contact.

“Oh–I spot some more friends,” your mom says as she waves to some newcomers. “If you’ll excuse me,” she says. “Please–help yourselves to a cocktail or some canapes,” she calls over her shoulder.

Jungkook then turns to you. “Would you like me to get you a drink? The usual?”

You smiled at him. “Please?”

He nodded, noting that your ‘usual’ was a glass of rosé–as per your conversation on the plane ride over here.

“I’ll be right back,” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek–which tingled when he pulled away to walk towards the bar.

“He looks like a nice guy.” Your dad remarks.

“Yeah,” you said dreamily. “What does he do for work? You know, when he’s not charming the pants off women?” He wondered.

You chuckled. “He’s a doctor–cardiologist,” you say casually.

“Ah…so he mends broken hearts. How appropriate,” he bemuses.

A smile played at your lips while you watched Jungkook from a distance, conversing with the bartender. “You could say that,” you say in jest.

“Where’d you find him?”

You peel your eyes away from him and turn to your dad. “Would you believe it if I said that I booked him because he came highly recommended on an app?” This wasn’t the story that you and Jungkook had agreed on but your dad was a kind man who was open-minded and incredibly sweet. How else would he have willingly raised another man’s daughter and loved her as if she was his own?

He laughed heartily. “Aish, you kids these days. You and your computers and apps,” he trails off. “I can hardly keep up,” he finishes with a chuckle.

“Oh, dad–you’re so adorable,” you tell him. He smiled back at you, turning serious this time. “As long as you’re happy, sweetheart.” He gives you another hug then plants a lingering kiss on your temple before excusing himself to check on your mom, who was currently uncorking another bottle of wine.

“YN!” Your brother bellows from across the room.

“Taehyungie,” you grinned from ear to ear as he envelops you in a tight embrace.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he says happily before pulling away.

“I’m glad I’m here, too–and I can’t believe you’re getting hitched!” you say zealously.

He chuckles. “I know, right? I’m still pinching myself. I’m…stupidly happy–if that is a legitimate way to describe it,” he says with a laugh.

You believed it. Taehyung and Jennie have orbited each other for years. You all grew up together along with–

“YN!!!” Your cousin, Jimin squawks as he runs towards you, hugging you, then yelping when he suddenly lifts you off the floor. After he sets you back down, your other cousin, Mindi, follows suit, practically squealing at you.

He sighs. “Band’s back together again, huh?”

You laughed, momentarily forgetting your worries before walking into this room. Everybody else in this room could disappear, save for these people who stood in front of you at this moment.

Shortly after, Jungkook joins your circle and hands you your drink.

Mindi zeroes in on him. “Oh–hello there…I don’t think we’ve met,” she says a little too flirtatiously.

“Sorry, how rude of me. Jungkook, this is my brother, Taehyung. And these are my cousins, Jimin and Mindi. Everyone, this is Jeon Jungkook,” you smiled as you linked arms with him.

“Hi, I’m the new guy,” he says, greeting everyone with a smile.

Mindi melts in an instant while Taehyung and Jimin eye him carefully.

“You’re the plus one?” Jimin says bluntly. He already had some misgivings about your date–especially after what happened to your last relationship. If you thought that Taehyung always had your back, Jimin was certainly a hundred times that–especially since he was actually family.

“Seems so,” Jungkook replies.

“Huh.” Jimin says, still carefully eyeing your companion.

“Well–I think I can speak on behalf of my fiancee when I say that we are happy to have you with us,” Taehyung says, ever-so-diplomatically. “Speaking of,” he says as he sees Jennie approach your group. Your brother immediately circles her waist to pull her closer to him, giving her a quick peck on the lips. You watched them smile at each other lovingly.

You sighed. He really did look stupidly happy.

You then exchanged hugs and introductions between Jennie and Jungkook. Afterwards, she awkwardly interjects. “YN, I’m so sorry to pull you away but, do you think we can talk about this week’s schedule? Bachelorette party and all that?”

Mindi, who was maid-of-honor, rolls her eyes. She and Jennie were the best of friends but truth be told, she was dragging her feet in terms of her official tasks. Jennie knew that you were always reliable–that’s why she had to have you in the wedding party. You were officially ‘deputy M.O.H.’

Before you walk off with them, you ask Jungkook if he was comfortable hanging out with your brother and cousin.

“I’ll be fine. Go on,” he says. You see him lean in and you attempt to turn away to offer your cheek but he was too fast and his lips land on your mouth instead. Your heart raced at the feel of them, making your lips part as you released a shallow breath. You feel him gently move his lips against yours for a brief moment before he pulls away.

Thankfully, you were able to center yourself again as you were mildly aware that you weren’t alone–despite your dazed state.

Taehyung and Jimin cough and clear their throats awkwardly while Jennie and Mindi giggled. “Geez, can’t you two wait until you check into your room? You’re making me really sad that I’m single,” Mindi says sarcastically.

You mustered a smile even though all you wanted to do was practically melt into a puddle.

“I’ll come find you later, okay?” Jungkook finally says with a smile.

“Okay,” you respond sheepishly while you let the girls drag you away.

“So, Jungkook–how did you and YN meet?” Jimin inquires.

“We went on a blind date. We were introduced by a mutual friend back in the city,” Jungkook answers while he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh? Which friend?” Jimin prods further.

“Do you know Kwan Nari?”

“Hm…I don’t think I’m familiar with the name,” he says.

“She’s one of the account managers at YN’s firm. Her son is my patient,” Jungkook adds.

“Patient?” Taehyung repeats. “Are you a doctor?”

“Yes. I specialize in cardiology,” he says smoothly.

“Wha…should we be addressing you as ‘Doctor Jeon’ then?” Taehyung asks. "Have we been rude this whole time?"

He smiled broadly. “Nah, I’m off-duty this week. ‘Jungkook’ is perfectly fine,” he adds.

“What if somebody pages you with an emergency? Would you have to leave?” Jimin asks pointedly.

“That depends. If it’s pretty routine, I just need to call in for a quick consult. But if it involves a transplant,” he hisses through his teeth, “It would be a different story. Thankfully, I have a great team back home.” Jungkook smiled.

“Wow–that’s incredible,” Taehyung remarked.

Jimin chuckles to himself before taking a gulp of his drink.

******

“YN, hi.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you exit the elevators, coming back from Jennie’s suite. You didn’t think he would actually approach you tonight, this soon–and all while Jungkook was nowhere to be found.

You took a deep breath and walked towards him. You didn’t have much of a choice since he was standing right by the entrance to the bank of elevators. You had to walk past him to get back to the party.

“Haru,” you say in a clipped tone.

He shifted his weight awkwardly. “How’ve you been?”

You shrugged. “Great,” you lied through your teeth. “You?”

He nodded. “Could be better but–you take what you can get, you know?”

You furrowed your brows at that.

“Listen…I wondered if we could talk somewhere–”

“YN!” Jimin yells out, cutting him off. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

You smiled as you breathed a sigh of relief.

Jimin then turns, and gasps in mock surprise when he sees Haru. “Oh! What’s up, jerkface? Almost forgot that you were invited to this shindig.”

“Good to see you too, Jimin,” Haru says curtly.

Jimin turns his attention back to you. “Guess what, I found a vintage bottle of bordeaux that your mom brought from their cellar. I think we should open it, huh?” He says with a mischievous crinkle in his eye, thereby pulling you away from a potentially sticky situation.

“Thanks for saving me from him, Jiminie,” you mumble.

“I was saving you from yourself,” he hissed. “Can’t believe Taehyung picked him to be best man over me,” he mutters bitterly.

“You actually are the better man, Jiminie,” you whisper in his ear.

“See, this is why you’re my favorite cousin,” he grins at you.

******

While you mingle with more friends and family members, Jungkook walks out of the men’s room and sees a lone man seated at the lobby, nursing a drink. He watches him looking longingly through the windows at the party happening out on the patio.

He follows his line of sight and sees you having an animated conversation with your brother and the bride.

“Taking a break from the party?” He says to the stranger as he approaches him.

The man looks up from where he sat and sees Jungkook directly addressing him. “I guess you could say that,” he says glumly. “Are you here for another event?” He asks, clearly unfamiliar with who he is.

“No,” Jungkook replies. “I was just in there, too,” he motions towards the patio.

“Oh,” the man says, still confused as he has never met him before.

Jungkook decides to introduce himself. “Jeon Jungkook.” 

He eyed Jungkook’s outstretched hand for a bit before he finally decided to grasp his palm into his hands to shake it. “Cheong Haru,” he says.

Jungkook keeps his face neutral when he withdraws his hand.

“So, who are you here for? The bride or the groom?” Haru asks curiously.

“I arrived with the groom’s sister so–I guess, technically I’m here for him,” he says while gesturing at Taehyung. Haru’s eyebrows quirked upon hearing that.

“How ‘bout you,” Jungkook asks.

“I’m the best man,” he answers with a hint of arrogance.

Jungkook scoffs. Somehow, he doubted that.

******

At the end of the night, your parents take you up to your floor since they had already checked in all immediate family in advance for convenience. 

“So, here’s your room-key–there should be two cards in there,” your mom tried her best to speak without slurring any of her words, while handing you a paper sleeve that had one room number written on it. It was a miracle that she managed to hang on to the room keys at all.

You began to panic a little at the thought of sharing a single room with Jungkook. “Mom–I thought I made it clear that I wanted adjoining rooms with my date,” you say nervously, peering up at him. “I was just telling Jungkook that you and dad are a bit conservative and are against–”

She laughs out loud. “Nonsense!” She turns to address Jungkook directly. “I’m not as prudish as my daughter makes me out to be,” she says to him. “So–enjoy your king-bedroom. There’s a nice hot tub in there, too. Dad and I have already taken ours for a test-run.” Your dad gave her a knowing smile while you stood there cringing.

“Should be very relaxing for both of you–especially after your long flight.” She finishes with a triumphant smile before walking away and leaving you two to your own devices.

“Goodnight, you two,” your dad calls past his shoulder. 

******

Thankfully, there was a convertible sofa-bed in the room so figuring out the sleeping arrangement didn’t have to be too complicated.

You began to unpack your things. You walked over to the closet to hang your garment bags. When you turn around, you almost slam into Jungkook’s solid chest as he was right behind you, attempting to access the closet as well.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, shuffling back towards the armchair, where you set your purse down earlier. You reach in to retrieve a plain, white envelope. You clutch it tightly for a moment as if your life depended on it. With a deep breath, you turn back around and walk back to him.

“As agreed upon,” you say, all professional-sounding, holding out the envelope to him.

He scoffs. “You don’t waste any time, huh?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I just didn’t want you to think that the entire evening was a freebie. So far, early reviews have been pretty promising. My family seems to love you–I mean…Jimin will get there soon enough but I’d prefer we focus on successes.” You sounded as if you were in a boardroom, pitching a campaign idea to a client.

“I also want you to know that I can keep up my end of the deal and that I don’t expect anything done for free–especially good work,” you said.

“Well, alright then,” he says simply, taking the envelope from you. “Thank you,” he utters.

When he starts walking back towards his suitcase, you blurted out, “It’s all there, just count it.”

He chuckles, waving the envelope in the air. “I trust you–”

“No,” you interrupt him. “Please–just count it,” you insisted. “Eight-thousand dollars.” 

You slowly wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach at how much you were willing to spend for your own self-preservation.

He nods his head and relents. He flips up the envelope’s front flap and thumbs through the bills. Your eyes drift down to his lips, where he mouths each interval of $500. It dawns on you right then that he had a piercing on the right corner of his lower lip. You had spent so much time staring into his eyes that you didn’t realize it before. You mistook the stud for another freckle–in addition to the one that you’d noticed the first time.

“Yep, it’s all there,” he says, breaking your reverie. “And like I said over the phone when we first spoke–holding hands, kissing–”

You don’t know how, but you swear that you could still feel his lips on you no matter how brief that moment was.

“...a certain amount of touching–those are included. Anything more intimate than that will cost extra. But we can always discuss that beforehand. I brought some condoms if–”

“Oh, I don’t think you need to worry about that,” you cut him off, wrapping your arms more tightly around yourself. “The thought of having sex for money is just…morally abhorrent to me,” you shuddered.

His eyes widened in disbelief. Then he did a sideways jerking motion with his head as if trying to shake away what you just said out loud.

Fuck. You really needed to get a grip on yourself. “I’m–I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you say immediately after catching yourself. You turn around and walk back to your suitcases to continue unpacking before you say something even more offensive.

“Hey,” he calls out to you.

Your head snaps up while you grab onto your cosmetics case and look over your shoulder.

“Can we talk?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You watch him take a seat at the edge of the bed. He pats the mattress gently, gesturing for you to take the spot right next to him. Again, you find yourself all-too-willing to oblige.

“Listen–I know that we had conversations on some basic information about this arrangement on our way over here but I’d really like to set some ground rules for us,” he says matter-of-factly.

Your face started to heat up. “Ground rules? I was under the impression that we had already established all that earlier? How is this any different?”

He inhaled sharply. “Well…in your line of business, think of it more as an intake interview. Like a baseline of sorts. After I’ve met and interacted with my clients, I usually like to personalize things…based on how they behave and make an assessment about what they need in order for me to help them.”

You were hesitant but you let him go on. You didn’t realize how intricate this could all be.

“First and foremost–for this to work, we need to be completely honest with each other.”

You interject, still feeling guilty about your remarks a few minutes ago. The man was just trying to make a living and making obnoxious comments like that sure sounded a lot like the pot calling the kettle black.

“Jungkook, I want to apologize for offending you. I’m a nervous talker and ironically, I usually have no problem speaking in front of big-money clients on a daily basis and convincing them to pick my idea over others.” You puffed out your cheeks and released a heavy breath.

“It’s just that, I have never done anything like this before–if you couldn’t tell by now–so, I hope that you’ll extend your patience with me for being a bit…inexperienced. That’s why I’ve been on-edge this whole time,” you elaborate further.

He nods, accepting your explanation. “I completely understand that. And really, I’m not judging. I always approach each of my clients with an open mind. But I will say this–we can’t be comfortable around one another if you’re jumpy all the time. And that, in turn, will raise suspicions. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll, uh–try to relax more,” you relent.

“I’m not calling you out to embarrass you. There’s no right or wrong way to do this. And you know what, the evening wasn’t all bad. Like, when I kissed you earlier–you recovered quickly. That’s pretty promising to me,” Jungkook says.

You gulped, thinking about his lips on you again.

“We need more of those interactions. We just have to work together, okay? And if it helps, I promise that I will be honest with you as well. That’s what I’m trying to do now. You called me because you needed my help–and I genuinely want to do that for you.”

You gave him a small nod. “Sorry, I’m just really–”

“Secondly,” he interjects a bit more forcefully, “Stop saying you’re sorry.”

“S-sorry…I mean, ugh,“ you groaned. Suddenly, you feel a warmth over your knee. You glance down to see that same tattooed hand resting on your leg.

“Listen,” he says. “As long as you just think of this as a simple business transaction, you’ll stop apologizing for every little thing. Plus, it’s getting really annoying.”

You look up to find him gazing at you. Your cheeks felt flushed again again but you had to snap out of it if you were going to continue to sell this lie to your friends and family. Just one week, you thought. One week–and you wouldn’t have to keep up this charade any longer. 

Clutching your cosmetics and toiletry case, you acquiesced. You had no problem meeting goals at work. At this point, you just had to think of it as another task to complete within a certain timeline.

“We’re both consenting adults, aren’t we? Let’s act like it.” With that, you watch him get up, take a couple of steps away then unceremoniously begin to undress in front of you.

You yelp and shut your eyes immediately, turning away as he sheds his dress shirt shamelessly. Your hands fly to your face, trying to cover up how incredibly flustered you were.

Chuckling, he says, “It’s okay to look. Consider it part of the package.” He kept his tone so casual while continuing to undo his belt buckle.

You took a quick peek and found that he had a full sleeve of tattoos–from his fingers, crawling all the way up to his shoulder. You try to shake away any impure thoughts that started to bubble within you and the only way to do that was to turn and walk over into the en-suite bathroom. While there, you clock in that hot tub that your mother raved about earlier.

“So–I heard from–some people that…you typically have a higher fee. Are you just giving me a promotional discount,” you jokingly call out from the bathroom while you arrange your things on the countertop.

Seconds later, he fills the bathroom doorway, dressed only in his boxer-briefs.

“Which people?” he says.

Glancing away from the mirror to avoid his reflection, you nervously responded, “Uhm…I just saw some client comments on your profile,” you lied.

“Hm,” he says quietly, pouting his lips. “Full disclosure?”

You carefully looked up at the mirror again then nodded in response.

“I’ve actually been out of the game for a few months. My profile’s inactive.”

“Oh,” you say, suddenly stunned at his revelation. While it was true that you had scrolled through those reviews, you hadn’t registered when the most recent review’s date was. 

“Why?” You asked curiously. It sounded ignorant but you were genuinely interested. You figured somebody like him would make a killing every month–at least five figures, easily. And just to look like that?

He shrugged. “I thought it was time for a change,” he says simply.

You tilted your head to the side and regarded him carefully.

He laughed slightly. “What? You didn’t assume that I’d be doing this for the rest of my life, did you?”

“I wasn’t assuming anything,” you said seriously. You carefully considered your next question. “So…if you were technically retired, why–” you hesitated for a beat, “Why did you respond to my message?”

He inhaled sharply before catching his lower lip between his teeth. “I don’t know–why would you message an inactive profile?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know for sure that the profile was inactive—at least you didn’t think that it explicitly said so. Had you missed it?

Either way, you had a feeling that he was dodging your question but before you could argue, he barged right in. Your eyes followed him while he made a beeline for the shower stall at the far-end of the bathroom.

“I hope you don’t mind if I hop in first. I’m usually pretty quick anyway,” he says before he pulls his boxers down, giving you a full view of his bare ass.

“Uhm, wow, okay,” you say while awkwardly looking away. “Didn’t give me much of a choice there,” you mumbled after you start to hear the water running and the glass door shut.

“Sorry, did you say something?” He calls out from the stall.

“Nope. I’ll just shower after you,” you said loudly, while you continued to rearrange your cosmetics.

“Shit–would you mind handing me a towel, please? I forgot to grab one.”

“Sure.” You turned to grab a towel off the rack which was close to you and walked towards the unfrosted glass shower stall, intending to hang it over one of the walls. He takes you by surprise by opening the door–a huge cloud of steam rushing through the gap.

As he pops his head out, you hand the towel to him. “Here,” you said. His hair was soaked and fully brushed away from his face, exposing his forehead and his torso was covered in beads of water.

He thanks you with a smile as he accepts the towel from you. “I’m almost done. Want me to leave the water on for you so you can go in right after me?”

Your mouth goes dry at the thought but you hang on to your last shred of composure. “No, thanks. I’ll wait out in the bedroom while you dry off,” you managed to say, walking off and shutting the bathroom door right before all the steam clears out of the stall.

You took a deep breath when you heard the shower shut off. If you could survive that without completely crumbling, you could totally get through the week.

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→ namjoon x jimin x f. reader

→ word count: 3.5k

→ you have two reasons to be incredibly happy. and these two will show you how much they love you and worship your body in a velvet haze.

→ warnings: masturbation, penetration, protected sex, lot of swearing, dirty talk, oral sex (fem. receiving), overstimulation, if you're not +18 please DO NOT read.

Namjoon worships you.

It was true. He loved laying eyes on you, watching your every move even from afar. Your smile widens when your eyes meet. The softness of your skin, smooth as silk, makes his hands curl into fists because they crave to touch you. His heart misses the beat a little, deepening more than it should when seeing your body move with so much mastery, delicacy, and sensuality.

And it reminds him of when he first laid eyes on you, at a local library in Seoul. You were looking for something specific and Namjoon, as a good consumer and book lover, praised your choice. You talked for almost forty minutes until he invited you for coffee, which turned into fiery sex in his apartment, not far away.

But Namjoon knew you had to be his from that day on. Something inside him, twisting with its grip on his body, his heart. The way his body reacted when you were near, it was so much more than sparks flying, it was unprecedented, something you only experienced once in a lifetime.

Then he eyed you from afar, dragon eyes devouring you so slowly, you could feel in every cell how he wanted you. The flaming lights of the club were vicious and overwhelming, washing your bodies in incandescent shades.

A small trail of sweat trickled down your temple, your body simmering with every movement, burning with Namjoon's gaze and Jimin's not-so-discreet touches on your exposed skin. The music was electric and he was right behind you. Touching you, feeling your skin against his, letting everyone see that only he could do this.

He and Namjoon.

It wasn't complicated. When you met Namjoon, it was intuitive. You guys bonded instantly and you were a little surprised when you found out he was sharing the space with his best friend Park Jimin, a guy with flaming pink hair and a sassy attitude. He had caught your eye, not just because of his undeniable charm, but because he and Namjoon together were like an open flame that you coveted to burn.

Jimin had his lips plump on your neck, right at the beating point of your heart. The sizzling tongue and warm breath on your skin were like heaven. And he goes to great lengths to make you roll your eyes right there. Jimin liked to put on a little show when he knew Namjoon was watching. His hand slid down your thigh, slightly lifting the skimp and useless fabric of your dress, his eyes glued to Namjoon who was sitting not far away, legs slightly apart, tongue poking his cheek. Oh, he knew what he was doing.

You could feel his gaze even with your eyes closed. Marked you like a gold tattoo, pricking and painting your skin most erotically and dangerously possible that you loved. In your mind, this night could only end one way and you wanted everything to go exactly the way you wanted it to.

The music ended up changing and your feet were aching from the high heels. Jimin held your hand and insisted that you should have water because it was too hot and he had a lovely way to take care of you. Before going to the bar to buy your drink, he pulled you in for a slick, slow kiss, with tongues and teeth and sighs and giggles in between. Namjoon was right there, less than a meter away, watching everything.

"I'll be right back," he says casually, his voice warm and husky against your skin. Before leaving, he darts at Namjoon.

You still feel a little unhinged by Jimin's lips, but as soon as your eyes met Namjoon's, your whole body seemed to gain firmness again. He looked at you mesmerized and you felt your heart race at the sight.

Namjoon wasn't a boy, he was a man. A broad-shouldered, muscular man, his face defined as if he'd stepped out of a Roman sculpture. He's tall and broad and handsome and you know what's in store the moment he holds out his hand, the silver rings shimmering in the colored lights. He holds your hand gently but pulls you close until you are where he wants you to be. Both legs wrapped around his body, in his lap.

You delight, feeling your body throb with desire because you can feel him bursting with the hunger to touch you. You can deduce it very well by the nonsensical volume in the tight pants he's wearing. You rub yourself a little and he hisses something inaudible. Wide, warm hands touch your exposed thighs, rough fingers circling your skin so gently you hold back a sob, wondering if he was any rougher. But Namjoon likes to take his time, slowly, and enjoy every second with you. And it's a contrast to Jimin. 

While Namjoon is the midnight rain, Jimin is a full tornado storm.

And when he brushes you, everything seems to flare in rouge. Namjoon lifts your dress almost until the audience can see what you hide underneath it. No one is looking and he wouldn't let anyone else lay eyes on what's his. But for the moment, his mind goes numb and all that matters is the heat of your body in his crotch, your wetness soaking through your panties and making him feel it through the thin, delicate fabric. Goddamnit. He wanted to put you on top of that table and leave you all fucked up, begging for more.

He presses his thumb to your tender spot and you bite your lips, rocking your hips to feel his skin where you want it. Namjoon plays with the edge of your dress, lightly scratching your skin and squeezing your ass underneath the cloth.

You want him so much that it comes to be exhausting.

His eyes watch yours in rapture. He’s maddened by the greed glowing in your eyes like a slight flame growing in the dark. Your lips reddened and parted, begging to be captured in a kiss, as if you could be saved for that.

Your hips move subtly, just trying to keep the contact that Namjoon makes sure is minimal because he wants to see the flash of desperation on your face. You clenched involuntarily and he can feel your muscles tightening every time this happens. The thought of having him inside you as you squeeze makes him crazy.

“Namjoon.” your voice is so daring that another time you would be ashamed of how needy you are. “Take me home, please.” your lips brush his. Namjoon’s on the verge of delirium. Everything about you turns him on, your voice, your body, your damn strawberry smell that's everywhere in the house, on the furniture, on the bed, on him, on Jimin. Everything about you drives him crazy.

You feel the presence of someone behind you, but you don't turn around because you know it's Jimin. His body sends waves of heat down your spine and when he presses his groin against your body, you gasp, feeling how hard he is too. Jimin strokes your hair like a kitten and runs his nimble fingers down to your breasts, where he discreetly rubs them, hardening your nipples with a touch that's not at all exaggerated. You pant, wide-eyed, body undulating on Namjoon's rigid body.

“Our girl wants to go home.” Namjoon rests his hand on your thigh and looks suggestively at Jimin. You don't have to look at him to know that a mischievous smile is playing on his lips.

And by the look Namjoon gives you before he gets up, you know that tonight, you're doomed to a one-way ride through hell.

On the way home, the fifteen minutes in the uber seemed like a cruel forever. Namjoon's hand on your thigh drove you insane, his skin seemed to burn like fire. And Jimin would caress your other leg, drawing little circles with his fingertips and you'd stare at his distant, impassive face as if he wasn't upping the ante with each passing minute.

The feeling of despair when you got home was staggering. Jimin locked the door and turned on the lights and you couldn't count half a second before Namjoon put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your stomach dropped, feeling sparks and butterflies and all that electrifying madness every time he kissed you. Namjoon's strong body covered yours, his hand on your waist guiding you through the house until you were in the room the three of you shared. Jimin removed Namjoon's blazer from your shoulders, brushed aside your hair, and delighted in your exposed neck.

And once again you found yourself there, between the two of them, being taken up and worshiped by your two men.

You feel their misery, their lips colliding with your skin, and that unsettling feeling inside you begging to be released. Namjoon sucks your lips, grinds them, and plays the way he wants. 

It's his turn to delight in the red lips, the taste he's addicted to.

Jimin haste to slide the straps off your dress and make it fall in one piece at your feet. He squeezes your bare waist, digs his nails into your skin, and kisses your spine in short, wet kisses to your ass. You involuntarily rear up your body and he smiles at how needy you are. Your panties are useless right now, soaking wet from the moment Jimin laid his lips on you in that club. But he takes his time, loving the way the fabric clings to your moisture-sensitive skin. He slides his finger across your fold and the friction makes you wail into Namjoon's lips.

You hear Jimin's delicious, evil laugh reverberate off your skin when he bites you. The fabric slides down your legs as Namjoon advances to your neck and crawls his tongue across your collarbone, tasting your purest there.

Jimin strokes the inside of your thighs, now standing behind your body, he watches Namjoon devour your lips. And he watches the exact moment when he inserts his curved fingers into your pussy. Your head tilts, falling onto Jimin's shoulders, lips parted, making Namjoon swallow back the weak, shy moan. His fingers went in and out extremely easily, given that you were too wet to be true. Namjoon pulls away for a second just to take off his shirt and goes back to your swollen lips.

The moans progress with each attack of Jimin's fingers in your cunt and Namjoon captures each moan muffled by the kiss, delighting in the way they reverberate in his body, going directly to his cock. “You squeeze me so good when he kisses you,” Jimin whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe and pulling towards him.

You were no longer aware of what your body was capable of doing. There's a glitch in your senses. Everything felt electrifying and your legs were turning to jell-o. Jimin was fast and agile and he loved making you whine while Namjoon was kissing you.

“I'm going to come if you keep going…” your voice was worthless, but you needed to sign. Your body was scorching, reaching the most luscious stage.

“I'm not done with you yet,” Namjoon whispers into your lips and cups your face, squeezing your cheeks so you can see him. “I want you to cum on his fingers while you look at me.”

I didn't need more. Namjoon knew exactly what he was doing when he uttered those words. An intense cry escaped your throat and you reached for something to lean on, because Jimin's fingers rubbed into your pussy and the orgasm flooded your body, making your body snake between the two of them. Your eyes rolled back, vision blurred, and all you could hear was Namjoon's voice saying "Alright, I got you." while holding you by the waist.

“Are you okay, baby girl?” Jimin brushed the strands of hair from your face, caressing your skin affectionately. You just mumbled yes slyly and hid in the crook of his neck. Jimin kissed your cheek, squeezing the edges of your body. “Prove it. She tastes divine.” you were still leaning on Jimin when he brought his fingers to Namjoon's lips, making him lick your juice, your pleasure, running through his fingers, mixing with Namjoon's saliva and tongue.

Your chest rose and fell sharply and you were reacting to them.

Namjoon groaned into Jimin's fingers. “So good.”

Jimin chuckled as he felt your breathing hitch again. “Our girl is so needy.” he grabbed your breasts, massaging them slowly and pleasurably. “What should we do with you, hm?”

You could win the lottery a thousand times over and nothing would ever compare to this. Jimin and Namjoon treated you like royalty. They both enjoyed giving pleasure, watching you squirm under their skin. And you liked being used most of the time, like you were a mere object of pleasure to them, like a little slut desperate to be handled. It was an intricate relationship of yours, but oh how you loved every second of it.

"What do you want? Use your words, baby. This is all about you.” Namjoon outlined your lips with his thumb.

"I want you inside me." Namjoon grinned at the sweet way you said it. “I want so much. You two."

You've done a lot of things before and most of the time together. Namjoon didn't care if you had sex with Jimin without him and vice versa. It was a thrill for him to know that the two people he loved were giving each other pleasure in this way. Jimin took good care of you, he knew how to touch you, and he knew how to please you uniquely way too. So a lot of times he just watched. Watched Jimin fuck you so madly in such fucking exceptional ways, he came just watching you two. And it was breathtaking to see how he managed to take you to the apex. You always rewarded him after that by taking every bit of him and letting him have yours too.

This time, Namjoon sat with his back on the headboard with a condom on and you sat between his legs. You were already without the heels and he was without the clothes. Jimin was getting rid of his pants, leaving it to your imagination how hard he was. You could feel Namjoon's cock in your ass, solid as a rock and it just drove you mad, yearning with him inside you.

Namjoon opened your legs and caressed your body. He was so strong you loved touching every muscle of him, feeling his strong abs behind you were incredible. His fingers trailed down to your pussy and you bit your lip hard as he massaged your clit unhurriedly, making your back arch. Jimin salivated at the sight. Your legs spread, your wetness making Namjoon's fingers glisten as your skin was rubbed so damn good. Your body already convulsed in Namjoon's lap, not knowing how long you would take it, as you were already fragile to the previous orgasm.

“My god, you’re so fucking hot,” Namjoon whispered in your ear. “Look at that pussy. So ready for me. My little slut, want my cock that much?” his voice is husky and manly against your skin and you lift your hips, rocking rhythmically into his palm.

Jimin is at the foot of the bed, touching himself patiently, watching you whine and purr in Namjoon's arms. You want to touch it too, put it in your mouth and feel it spurt down your throat, but at the moment, you can barely move unless it's so Namjoon can keep rubbing your clit until you flare with lust.

“Please, fuck me now.” you plead in a long cry, your voice euphoric.

Namjoon spares no effort when he places himself in your pussy and fills your walls with his big, thick cock. You cry out his name over and over, feeling like he's ripping you apart. Namjoon is stoic, he holds your hips and takes it slow, slowly pushing into you, at a slow pace that is painful for both of you.

He moans precipitously. “Good girl.” he thrusts his hips faster and you go into a frenzy. “So good for me.”

Namjoon slides into you and Jimin is glued to both of you. He positions himself on the bed and he’s tempted to touch you where skin meets skin. He wets his lips and leans down to capture your lips. It's a little arduous since you're wobbling it repeatedly, but once he's done, his hands go straight to your perky breasts and he pinches, rubs your skin, and makes you groan loudly, into his lips. Jimin sips in your throaty moans, as well as the tear that runs down your cheek when you feel Namjoon go deeper and hit your most raw spot.

“Keep going, please, please…” you request and Jimin obliges. He wants to see you fall apart in joy until your last breath is consumed by it. His tongue wraps around you in a snarl and Namjoon bites his lips down hard as you squeeze his cock. Jimin knows what he's doing, his kiss leaves you soft, like honey. And Namjoon gets electric frights all over his body when you squeeze your pussy around him. He curses under his breath and concentrates on going faster because he's so close to the apex.

Jimin lowers his hand slightly to the middle of your legs and touches your swollen clit with his fingertips. You flinch, clenching yourself around Namjoon again, and you both cry loudly. You're so exposed, you almost can't take it anymore. Jimin grins devilishly and does it one more time and his eyes watch as your body sways disastrously to keep up with not only Namjoon but him as well. You're as spread out as possible, bobbing up and down, wiggling around, your body is dripping with sweat and Namjoon is groaning hoarsely that if you keep doing this he'll come right now.

Jimin's palm covers your cunt, labia, and clitoris and he massages fast, easing the orgasm that was already on the edge of the abyss.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you yell, for the whole building to hear how good your men fuck you. “Jimin… Namjoon… Fuck!” your moan is so titillating that Namjoon can't take it, he oozes a second later, squeezing your body, bringing you close to his, and moaning so dirty in your ear that your orgasm comes half a second later, your body snaking so hard that Jimin has to hold you to keep you still.

"Holy shit," Namjoon says as he brushes his hair out of his face. He is trying to recover right behind you and he leans down just above your head to kiss Jimin. The man who’s so large and strong seems to melt on the lips of the youngest with pink hair. You stroke Jimin's stomach, merely touching his cock, feeling Namjoon's chest flutter as he kisses him in a messy kiss.

“That was so fucking hot.” Jimin utters as soon as he pulls away from Namjoon's lips. He smoothes your trembling legs and Namjoon lays you down on the bed, only to get up and get rid of the condom. "Are you okay, baby girl?" his voice is so steady and endearing, you feel like crying.

He just gave you the biggest orgasm of your life and he still asks if you're okay.

“We made a mess of you.” Namjoon approaches. Jimin agrees. “I think we need to clean you up.”

You don't know if you can tolerate anything else. But just seeing Namjoon approach again, kneeling on the bed, your skin burns with a craving for him. You still want to feel Jimin throbbing inside you, but they surprise you when they start kissing your ankles, then your thighs, your inner thighs, all the way down to your swollen, sore cunt. Jimin and Namjoon's tongues meet your flesh and you bite back a moan, feeling your legs go limp once more. This time you won't hold out for long.

You grab both of them by the hair pulling them closer to you while you widen your legs for them. Namjoon licks your pussy greedily, while Jimin works calmly and sucks your flushed skin, nibbling and kissing Namjoon when their tongues meet on your skin. They devour you, inch by inch, until you instantly combust, until your body is nothing but embers and the remnants of what you once were.

No phenomenon could compare to this. Your two men are between your legs, eating you as if their lives depended on it, giving you all the pleasure you deserve until your breath fails. And when you come once more, they take every trace of you, kissing your wet, sore skin. They take care of you and kiss you tenderly, making sure you're okay.

Namjoon cleans you up and holds your hand as he leads you to the shower, followed by Jimin.

And under that velvety haze, the burning crimson and lust in your skin, you love each other once more and vow your love, because this would be forever.

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[jmdbjk]

That little shit ...

“I wanted to tell you something important today <big sigh> And that’s why I came over here today...I was pondering whether I should be talking about this <taking measured pauses><nervous, exasperated sounds> What I want to tell you guys is <searches the ceiling for the right words><very long awkward pause> Actually...I didn’t wash my hair today aarrghhh kekeke...”

Jimin... honey... pookie-pie... that was wrong. On many levels. But sometimes I think we deserve it.

HAHAHAHAHAHA That little shit had us going for a moment, didn’t he?

Hobi in comments: “how dirty”   Sassy Jimin: “these days are you confident?” 

Army: "Show us your moon tattoo”  Sassy Jimin: “I’m sorry, I don’t want to, I told you to wait didnt I?”

Opens his phone to show us his Instagram video he posted... “hey guys you saw this right?” (duh it has over 38 million views) as he proceeds to crack himself up over his cleverness.

All the while giggling, being polite BUT STILL! 

Army be askin’ them straaaaynge questions like “Do you like blood?” ... eh?

Is it just me or did anyone else want to pluck out that plastic grass and throw it across the room for giving Jimin such a difficult time?

BTS out of context...

[he sneezed]

Army’s being obtuse...Jimin being sassy.

Several times he implied water had something to do with the album...the concept of the album or something... maybe we’ll get a wet Jimin? ... my god yes please one can only hope...

On visiting Jin: the way Jimin explained it... it sounded like he had a couple days off and it so happened Hobi had some time off too but the others were busy with their schedules so that’s why he and Hobi were the only ones to go visit Jin. I KNOW if Jungkook had a chance to go see Jin he WOULD have. You can’t convince me otherwise. 

Jin looks different to me. Jimin said he was adjusting well.

Army: “I like Jimin’s bald head”   Jimin: “I don’t have a bald head??”

Overall, he was happy, teasing, excited for all the things he was going to show us. I love seeing an upbeat and happy Jimin. It makes my heart sing.

This was the best thing though:

#Jimin in his “pranking Army” era #my pawpaw would call that full of piss and vinegar #translator never thought they'd be translating the life cycle of marimo #as far as I remember jimin wasnt in the comments of jungkooks last live #but he was still watching it...okay #jungkookie can fart #does that mean jungkookie has permmision to fart? #or agreeing yes jungkookie is a farter #so many questions #i think we'll see jimin on suchwita #what is this weird fixation Army has with farts? #sometimes Army is dense #Jimin explaining fake tears #please

[ladyartemesia]

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•✖️=nsfw • ➕=suggestive • ➗=sfw •

▨ kim namjoon ▨

busted on the bus (➕)

Namjoon x Plus Size Reader • wc: 200

love in handcuffs with cheerios (➕)

Namjoon x Best Friend Reader • wc: 350

▨ park jimin ▨

park jimin has seen my granny panties (➕)

Teacher Jimin x Teacher Reader • wc: 1000

▨ jeon jungkook ▨

the painter (✖️)

Portrait Painter Jungkook x Princess Reader (Sub JK) • wc: 200

▨ kim taehyung ▨

there was only one bed (➕)

Enemies-to-Lovers vibes • Taehyung x Sassy Reader • wc: 500

Please do not claim these works as your own. I do not consent to any reposting or translating of my work. Thank you for understanding.

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