#see you in two years when got7 comes back again

[okskz]

Break pt.2

elsy + chan

things aren’t looking good between the two and they only get worse from there.

first post of the year! hope you guys enjoy, and please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated. still not sure how long this series will be. also, requests are OPEN!

[8th member of got7/soloist]

it had been a couple of weeks since the argument between chan and elsy. not one of them took the time to fix things, or even check up on each other. elsy felt chan was the one who needed to message first since she felt he was the cause of their argument. which is why she started to get more upset with him for not trying to call or message her. chan didn’t even try to fix things after she stormed off that day.

was this the end?

elsy most definitely didn’t want her relationship with chan to end. she loved him, he was her first real love and relationship and this was just the thing she was scared of the most. and probably the main reason she was ever scared of getting into a relationship. she didn’t want to lose chan again.

but elsy kept telling herself that this was just a rough patch that couples go through. no relationship was perfect, but she definitely thought her’s and chan’s was. maybe things will go back to normal soon, she thought.

now, the girl was sitting on her couch along with jaebeom as the two watched a movie together. elsy had told jaebeom everything between the couple. with jinyoung being away, she couldn’t go to him like she always did.

“he still loves me right?”

jaebeom rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his beer. he had heard the same question over and over again. “elsy, of course he does.” he answered once again. trying to sound more reassuring. “you guys just had a little discourse, it happens to a lot of relationships.”

“it’s just he hasn’t messaged or call-“

“he’s probably just getting his thoughts together. and when he does, he’ll come looking for you.”

“but does it really take more than a couple of days?”

“he seems very busy in group activities, els.”

elsy sighed as she threw her head back against her couch. all she could think about was chan. “maybe he doesn’t know how to balance being in a relationship and his job. the group got busier than ever.” jaebeom said.

and that he was right, which is why elsy felt a little bad for lashing out on chan for doing his work. elsy knew how much chan loved making new music, but she also was getting tired of constantly having to only be in the studio with him to spend time with him.

his words still replayed in elsy’s head. the girl still felt some type of way with chan’s words. the last thing she wanted was to feel like she was a distraction to chan or going in between him and his work. but hearing it come from chan himself made her think it was becoming true.

it also felt like a slap in the face when he mentioned that he was actually doing something with music unlike her. especially when chan knew the reason why she took a pause in making music.

elsy let out a sigh and jaebeom turned his attention to her. “it’ll be okay, els.” he reassured her again. “he’ll come around.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“when am I ever wrong?” jaebeom let out a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. as he took another sip of his beer, elsy snorted and pushed the beer bottle more up, causing the beverage to spill out and go onto jaebeom’s shirt. “oops!”

“damnit, jiyeon!” jaebeom groaned. “now my shirt is ruined.”

elsy continued to laugh. “sorry about that, if you want, you can put it in the washer and then dryer.”

that he did. jaebeom was quick to stand up and take his shirt off to put it in elsy’s washer. and as he was doing that, elsy heard her bell ring and quickly stood up to open her door.

she tugged down her oversized tee, “bang chan?”

“hi, els.” he bit the inside of his lip. “may I come in-“

“who’s here jiyeon?” jaebeom said as he entered back into the living room. the door was open wide enough for chan to see jaebeom behind elsy. his eyes wandered to jaebeom being shirtless and the oversized tee elsy had on.

“it’s bang chan.” she answered. “yes, you can come in.”

chan was a bit hesitant but did either way. jaebeom greeted chan with a smile but only chan greeted jaebeom with a half smile. elsy already knew something was bothering chan.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” jaebeom said as he walked away, going into elsy’s spare room.

“if I’d had known you had company I wouldn’t have stopped by.”

“well, you haven’t messaged me so of course you wouldn’t have known.” elsy said. there was a bit of annoyance in the tone of her voice, and chan quickly noticed it.

“you haven’t either.” chan replied.

“sorry, didn’t want to be more of a distraction to you.” elsy said blankly. “you know, since you have work to do and I don’t.” she repeated the words chan said towards her.

“lee jiyeon, you know that’s not what I meant!” elsy flinched from his sudden outburst.

“you still said it though, bang chan!” elsy yelled back. “so obviously it had to have meant something!”

“no, elsy. no, not at all!” chan exclaimed. “I just meant it as in I didn’t need any distractions at that moment- because I needed to finish-“

“so I am a distraction to you.” elsy snapped. “I just wanted one day! one day for us to actually be a couple and do other things, all we do is sit around in the studio as you work and I’m just there. bang chan, that’s not a date, that’s not anything! I don’t want to always do that, I just wanted for us to go back to how we did things, us going out!”

“elsy, I just can’t do those things at the moment, my schedule has been all over the place-“

“when my schedules were busy, I still made time for you. listen, if you’re not here to apologize chan, then I think you should go. because I cannot deal with another argument with you.” elsy felt her eyes getting watery.

but chan got more annoyed. “why are trying to kick me out so quickly?” chan arched an eyebrow. “something going on between you two that you don’t want me to know about?”

elsy was taken back from chan’s words, becoming confused to say the least as she stared at chan. “what?” she snapped. “and what the hell do you mean by that?” the girl was at lost for words.

chan swallowed hard, “you know what I mean.”

“are you implying that I’m cheating on you?! as if I’d ever sleep with jaebeom, chris. he’s my group member-“

“you did it with jinyoung, so it’s a little hard to believe you wouldn’t.”

chan couldn’t stop the words from coming out. elsy let out the biggest gasp ever that even jaebeom could hear. the tension was thick. elsy felt like she had gotten stabbed in the back. what’s worse was that it was chan who made her feel that way. she couldn’t believe chan had the nerve to say that to her.

“fuck you, bang chan.”

elsy’s eyes became more watery and chan’s mood had instantly changed in regret. “el-“

“no, fuck you!” she yelled. “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” she continued to say as she pushed chan back, tears falling down her face. chan grabbed elsy’s arms to stop her from pushing his chest. “you out of all people.” she cried. “you know how I got treated and you know what people said about me! only for you to be like the rest of them, and think of me like that. fuck you!”

“get out.” elsy snapped. “get out of my home. I don’t want to see you.” the girl went to open her apartment door, leading chan out.

“elsy-“

elsy shook her head, telling chan one last thing before she shut the door on his face.

“we’re done.”

#stray kids au #kpop oc #kpop oc au #got7 masterlist #got7 fanfics #got7 imagines #got7 angst #got7 fluff #got7 scenarios #got7 fanfic #got7 au #got7 jayb #got7 8th member au #got7 8th member #kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop female oc au #kpop female addition #female addition #female idol oc #kpop idol oc #kpop female oc #bang chan au

[boysplanetrecaps]

Build Up Episode 1: Don’t Go

Hello and welcome back to my Build Up recaps! In the last one, we covered the first two “Pre-4” Mission performances -- If You and Every Moment of You. In this post, we’ll cover Don’t Go (Kajima) and wrap up episode 1, finally!

I found some decent links to watch the episodes. 

Episode 1

Episode 2

I’m deliberately hiding them behind a read more since I’m not sure if MNET knows about them and/or if they’ll be there forever, so watch while you can! 

Just a little note before we dive in -- I noticed after I had posted the previous one that Seunghun from CIX has braces! 

I’m just really surprised, because I would have guessed that his agency would have made him take them off for this show, or something. I’m glad he has them if he needs them, for sure -- it’s just a surprise. Knowing this helps explain why he smiles so strangely sometimes. 

Anyway! 

Don’t Go

The next performance is Kajima, Kajima (Don’t Go, Don’t Go). 

A little about the song before we get to the performance. It was originally performed by a singing duo called Brown Eyes, which, per Wikipedia, is “considered one of South Korea's most important R&B groups, given their immense commercial success.” The duo consists of Yoon Gun and Naul, both of whom have gone on to do other stuff. Naul recently did a duo with Sung Sikyung, the guy who first sang Every Moment of You (the previous song on this show). The song Kajima, Kajima won the Best Ballad/R&B Performance award at the 2008 MNET Asian Music awards.

Kajima, Kajima is the miserable wail of a deserted lover begging their partner to come back. Some of the lyrics, per a blog I found: “Stupidly / I still live for you / Where are you? / I need you so much / Oh baby, my only one / Please stop and come back now / Just tell me this is a joke / Simply return to me.” 

Mini Korean lesson: You might recognize the -jima ending from the GOT7 song Stop It, when they say “hajima, hajima” over and over (“hajima” means “don’t). And you heard the “ka” verb at the beginning of the Oneus song Lit, when they say, “Kaja!” (let’s go!) So ka is for go, and -jima is a negative command, so kajima is “don’t go”. Woot! 

Kajima, Kajima is known for a really high note -- a high G#5. I would have to warm up to hit that note at all -- and I’m not confident I could hit it with much resonance. And I’m a mezzo-soprano -- it would be insane to hit that note as a tenor!  Like the other ballads on this show, it’s known for being particularly emotional, but in this case it’s also tricky to sing. That’s why the other guys call it a “hell song.”

So, who would want to take this song on? Why, mister high notes himself, Park Jeup.

Park Jeup was second to choose and chose this song right off, but it took a while for anyone else to join him, to the point that he started to get nervous. But after a bit, 16th ranked Detective Donghun from A.C.E. chose it while there were still spots open in every song. It turns out that Donghun really wanted to sing Breath but chose this song so that he could work with Jeup. Aww! They were on I Can See Your Voice 4 together, so Donghun may have admired Jeup’s voice for a while. They’re “chingus” in the sense that they were born in the same year, 1993, and in Korean culture having someone around who is the same age as you is sort of meaningful, almost like when you meet someone from your home country when you’re abroad.

“Will I be able to sing this song well?” … “I’m sure you’ll do well.”

Also, Donghun proved he’s not scared to tackle tough material when he did an EXO song for his teaser performance. 

By the time Neon chose the song, Ditto, Tomboy, and Shall I Love You Again  were closed, but he seems to choose this song without hesitation. By the time 36th place Hyukjin choose it, the only songs open were this song, Every Moment Of You (the one we just saw), or Breath, but I think he might have really wanted this song anyway. Based on his teaser performance -- that wild metal performance -- he also likes to tackle tough material. (Hyukjin was also born in 1993, making him also a chingu to Jeup and Donghun. Neon is a little younger, about 28 years old.)

In my original assessment of Jeup, I noted that I loved his technique but wasn’t sure about his timbre, but that I’d give him a chance to grow on me. For Hyukjin, I recognized the ambition of what he tried to do and again decided to reserve judgment. About Neon, I said that he has nice, clean vocals, with good technique and a lot of power. And I said that Donghun has an appealing warm vocal color with good breath support, but strains his throat a bit. If I had to pick a favorite voice of the four based on their teaser song, I’d choose Neon, but Donghun wouldn’t be too far behind. This is a group of powerful vocalists, regardless of the category they chose, and I am hopeful that it will turn out well.

The group seems pretty happy to all be working together, and they view each other as talented colleagues, which might make it tricky to divvy up the parts. They’re all really good, so who should sing what? 

Look at how shiny Hyukjin’s suit is! Those gray lines are just lights reflecting off of creases in the material. 

They begin singing the song a bit to test out the waters, and Jeup’s strong clear tenor fills the studio. Over in team Beautiful, Lim Sang Hyun wonders out loud, “Is that the original song playing?” 

LTR: Lim Sanghyun, Taewoo, Jeong Yunseo, Kim Minseo 

They take turns singing a bit and they all sound fantastic. They’re not really sure what to do, because Jeup doesn’t want to take the verse, which he thinks is too low for him, and so he wants to do the chorus, which is a long part. Donghun also wants to do that long part, but decides that it suits Jeup more and decides to do a different part that is more emotional, even if it’s shorter. The rest of the part distribution goes well.

Then we go into a mini montage of Donghun’s struggles in his life. He’s always wanted to sing, and went on various shows to make that happen, but though he made top 10 of Superstar K5 that wasn’t quite good enough, and then he made the debut lineup of that shitshow that was MIXNINE but of course that group didn’t debut. He thought that debuting (in A.C.E.) would make it ok, but it didn’t. I beg to differ, sir! People really like A.C.E.! But I guess it’s not like A.C.E. have hit the highs of BTS and Seventeen, so I understand what he’s saying. “Actually the survival program itself was a bit of a trauma for me,” he adds, and I feel that. These shows seriously should gift each contestant at least 20 hours of a post-show mental health counseling. 

The guys are meeting in some sort of staff room, probably at one of their agencies. Looks like three of them were drinking something cool, but smart Jeup is drinking something hot. Cold stuff is bad for your throat, my friends. Jeup knows where it’s at.

Left to right: Hyukjin, Neon, Donghun, and Jeup

Also, I think Jeup looks so much nicer with his hair this way, sort of parted and brushed back, instead of down over his face like bangs.

Anyway, at this meeting, Donghun is saying, “I want us to decide what kind of thoughts we’ll have when we sing this song, so that we have a unified approach. The song title is Don’t Go, Don’t Go. We can make it about our dreams. I haven’t seen my dream lately, and I hope it comes to me now.”    

The editors play some sad piano music as Donghun’s words sink in. All four of them know what he’s talking about. Honestly, Hyukjin and Jeup know what he means even more than he does -- A.C.E. is about 100x more popular than Jeup’s group was, and about 100,000x more popular than Hyukjin’s current group. 

Hyukjin, partly quoting from the song, says, “Living like a fool is heartbreaking. But we keep living like fools.” Then he smiles incredulously, as if he almost can’t believe that he’s made that connection. Donghun has really hit a nerve here. 

Donghun agrees with Hyukjin, and says, “yes, we keep singing like fools.” He interviews that he wants to reclaim his dream and get it back. 

As the lights go down on performance day, Donghun voiceovers, I want to sing my heart out with no regrets. 

Here’s the full version, no reactions. 

My thoughts:

Damn, that was good. 

Let me nitpick for just a few seconds. Yes, Hyukjin’s voice is a little thin and he strained on the highest notes, and Jeup’s voice is a bit too high in timbre to be my favorite, and Donghun’s voice still sounds strained, like he must be hurting his throat. 

But it all ended up working. I don’t know, man, this was good. For one thing, all the voices are really good individually, and then they also are a great mix. You’ve got the slightly tart Jeup, like a strawberry. You’ve got the bright voice of Hyukjin, like a raspberry. You’ve got the slightly challenging voice of Donghun, a pineapple. And then the smoothest voice, Neon, as a slice of banana mixed in to smooth the whole thing down. It fucking works. I don’t even like this song and I liked listening to their performance. I mean, this is going on my playlist, you guys. This is good shit.

I particularly like Neon’s voice, even though I recognize that it’s not quite as powerful or well trained as the others’. To me, he sounds just a little like Do Kyungsoo and that’s just about the highest compliment I can give to a singer. 

Also, damn, I don’t normally talk about this kind of thing exactly but Park Jeup, in addition to being a real sweetheart, is a really good looking dude. I’m not made of steel, you guys. 

Those cheekbones! Those shoulders! Am I alone on this…? 

The MNET edit, like all the edits so far, is pretty restrained. I guess they told their editors to not do a whole bag of coke before they sat down to their editing control panel. There are a few instant replays of high notes, but they’re blended in to the background mix so it’s not so jarring to listen to. 

All the reaction shots are positive. We see the judges just loving all of them. Vocal Coach Guy even asks, “wait, is this live or playback?” The love seems slightly more focused on Jeup and Donghun, less so on Neon and even less so on Hyukjin, but all four of them get some love, which is nice. 

Solar likes it. I think. I guess? Not sure.

She’s excited Jeup hit that one high note! She tries to hit it too and kind of can’t! 

Backstage, the guys all kind of fall over hearing Jeup’s high note. They almost can’t believe it. Hwanhee kind of hits his own knees with his hands involuntarily. 

When they’re done, the judges give them a standing ovation!

They lavish praise on all of them, again focusing a little less on Hyukjin and a little more on Donghun. They think that the four of them could just debut as a group the way they are. Basically, the judges agree with me, so that’s good.

Vocal Coach Guy points out that Jeup doesn’t just hit high notes -- he sings with emotions. Then he adds that Jeup has nice shoulders, so that was funny. Wendy asks about Jeup’s range, and he says that he can sing any male song, that they’re all in his range. 

Dahee says that it was nothing but compliments, so the question is, who could win? Backstage, the boys aren’t sure either. No one floats Hyukjin’s name as top tier, but the other three get named, and the boys think that all four were excellent. 

So, who wins…?

Baekho, Solar, and Vocal Coach Guy all vote for Donghun from A.C.E. 

Eunkwang and Jaehwan vote for Neon, and Wendy votes for Park Jeup. 

So, Donghun wins! Vocal Coach Guy lavishes a bit more praise on him, saying that it was an easy choice to pick Donghun because his voice is so good. 

And then, oh guys, it’s so sad. Donghun starts to cry, saying it’s the first time he’s been recognized like this. 

The judges are a little uncomfortable because the “win” is kind of a minor one, and they’re surprised at his reaction. It’s like this is what Donghun has been waiting his whole life to hear. 

Donghun adds that he didn’t expect to win, that he was focusing on working well with his team.

Backstage, the guys are like, oof, wouldn’t want to have to follow that! 

So who is up next? Team Breath. The editors do that thing like they’re trying to trick you into thinking that the performance is starting, but the episode is almost over and this obviously just a teaser. Thanks, editors. Theditors. 

Since we’re at the end of the episode, I’ll end the post here. Woo! Finally to the end of the first episode! I'm only two full episodes behind... great! Anyway, I'll see you in the next one, and thanks as always for reading. <3

#bpr recaps build up #mnet build up #cix #donghun #park jeup

[dontbekoifish]

The Sky Prince (1/3)

Pairing: Duffi!Jaebeom x f!reader (future chapters), slight Muska!Jinyoung x f!reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, death, violence, mentions of murder, injuries, toxic relationships (chapter specific)

Word count: 3684 (chapter specific)

Summary: Maybe Jinyoung was a little mean to you, but you think it gives him personality. You kind of like it. But he leaves you all alone. Until one fateful day, where your whole life turns upside down.

Movie: Castle in the Sky

Fandom: GOT7

This was written for the 2021 Ghibli Collab by @toikiii​. It’s a long time overdue, so I’m sorry about that. But this will be finished by October, in a three-parter. I hope you enjoy the first part. :)

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Jinyoung insisted he’s some sort of prince. You would’ve found it annoying if it was any other kid in the village, but you didn’t mind it from him. He had dreams and aspirations, and who were you to judge him? You would sit with him under the big oak tree in the orphanage’s yard and listen to his stories and tales. The other kids would call you both weird, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were any more mature.

As the oldest two of the orphans, Jinyoung being only a few months older than you, you and he often had a lot more free time. Honestly, you didn’t know why you both had to stay. Well, kind of. You weren’t able to leave until someone offered to marry you, as you were a young woman with no family. Such was how the village worked. But Jinyoung, you didn’t know what was stopping him.

Deep inside you wished he was waiting until he was old enough to marry at twenty and then he would engage you, but you know it wasn’t that. He didn’t really like you. He only put up with you because you believed his tall tales. You could see it in his eyes. When you two were stuck doing chores any other day, he would look at you with such animosity. But when you sat at the tree, he smiled at you.

That was why you would listen. Any sort of appreciation he looked at you with, you relished. Even if it was only thankfulness at your willingness to hear his stories.

But one day, when you were waiting at the tree, Jinyoung was slow. A lot slower than usual. Usually, he was right behind you, eager to tell tales.

“Jinyoungie,” you called out, watching his head lift, “why so slow today?” You ran back down the hill to meet him halfway.

Jinyoung looked at you, eyes dead, and your brows furrowed. “(Y/N).”

“Jinyoungie? What’s wrong?” You reached out, hands fisting in his cotton shirt sleeve. “Why do you look so mad?”

“I have a family.” What? “I have family,” Jinyoung repeated as if he read the look on your face. 

Your lips pulled down into a frown, feeling a burn behind your eyeballs. You don’t want to cry, but you might. Having family means he would leave, and you’d be stuck here by yourself. “But I don’t want you to go,” you whined, the words coming out more choked than you’d like.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “Well, I have a family. I want to find them. They’re the key to reclaiming my position as prince. You remember, you have to. All those things I told you. And the gift, remember it?”

You nodded, letting go of him and shoving your hand in your pocket and bringing out the book he gave you. It was an odd show of affection, but it had been your fourteenth birthday and Jinyoung had found you crying in the closet because the other kids had pulled your hair and called you names. It was filled with drawings and notes upon drawings and notes of these bodies Jinyoung called robots. It was a little weird but you still loved it.

“Well, it’s important. And you gotta keep it safe.” Jinyoung assured you, and you nodded again. “Look, I’m being serious.” He had such a look of determination on his face for an eighteen-year-old, you suddenly felt small in comparison.

You sighed heavily. There would be no stopping him. Jinyoung took your silence as assent and he turned around to leave. “Wait, Jinyoung,” you said again, and Jinyoung turned back. “You know, I like you a lot.”

Jinyoung smiled slightly, a rare occurrence. “I know.” His hand lifted and planted itself on the top of your hair. “Thanks for listening to me.” He leaned in and your breath hitched as his full lips planted itself on your cheek.

You couldn’t move, not even when Jinyoung pulled back and offered you a wide grin before heading back down the hill. You stayed up on the hill ‘til evening when the mistress of the orphanage called for you, and when you headed to bed without even having dinner, the other kids laughed at you. But you didn’t care.

He kissed you. Even if it was just on the cheek, and you’re probably never going to see him again, he kissed you. He likes you back. Maybe he’ll come back and marry you when the time comes. You clutched the little book close as you fell asleep. Jinyoung will return, you could feel it. You knew it.

And he did return, just not in the way you expected.

You had just turned twenty-one and from in the closet of where you hid, you could hear shouts and cries. This was not how you had wanted your birthday to go. When the morning of had come you were waiting anxiously in the early morning at the gates of the orphanage as you had done for the past two years on your birthday, hoping Jinyoung would come.

But strange men in suits had come instead, telling you to go fetch the mistress, and you had gone to her. You had thought maybe they had come to get one of the boys, so you waited inside for them to leave so that you could come to the gates again. They talked with the mistress and it seemed they had reached a conclusion, so you thought they might leave. But they didn’t leave.

They pulled out a gun and shot the mistress right in the face.

The kids watching at the door and outside screamed, but you couldn’t go out and save them. You didn’t have time before more men swarmed the courtyard, grabbing the kids and shoving them down before pulling out their guns. You couldn’t look.

The kids inside were still here and you needed to help them. The mistress would be angry if you didn’t.

You shoved the children inside closets, under cupboards, in wardrobes, anywhere they would fit. Only then when they were all hidden and you could see the big oak door entrance start to shake violently did you run.

You found yourself in the boy’s side of the orphanage, in Jinyoung’s old room. What a sick irony. But you had no time to wait, the clamor was getting closer. You shoved your way inside his wardrobe, thick shirts from the kids who replaced him over and over getting in your way. But it was dark and it felt safer than under the bed.

It wasn’t safe enough, though. The closet door opened and you were yanked out so hard you thought your bone might pop out of your shoulder. The men had found you.

“We found another one!” One of the three men in the room poked his head out the door and called to someone. “It might be the one you’re looking for, sir! She looks like it!”

You struggled, but it’s no use. The men are too strong and one of them backhanded you, the gun he held slamming into your jaw. You cried out from the sharp pain, but they just hit you again. “Shut up,” the man gripping you hissed, “you’re only making this harder on yourself, little girl.”

You clenched your eyes shut, waiting, waiting for pain or death, when footsteps entered the room and a familiar voice was heard. “(Y/N).”

Your eyes flitted open. “Jinyoung?” you ask in a hoarse, broken voice. “What– what are you doing here?”

Jinyoung, now twenty-one, smiles at you but there is nothing positive in his eyes. Just cold, hard, greed. “(Y/N),” he repeats, “you’ve grown up well. Happy birthday.”

Your eyes welled up, unsure whether to be happy he remembered or disgusted he did this. This was not the determined eighteen-year-old boy you knew all those years ago. “Jinyoung?” you repeated again, voice cracking. Jinyoung smiled a little wider, taking a step closer. “Why are you here?”

“(Y/N),” he tsked, “don’t be so sad. This orphanage never did anyone any good. They keep you here to be married off, and when they don’t get you married off, they keep you for free labor. Tell me, how long have you been here? Six years? More? So why haven’t you left? You had all the chances you could.”

You didn’t even know how to respond, only weakly saying his name once more. Jinyoung rolled his eyes and sneered. “Stop calling me like a child who just learnt their parents’ names. Look, I’ll just cut to the chase. Give me the notebook.”

You blinked up at him. “Notebook?” Jinyoung hissed through his teeth, stepping closer and grabbing your jaw with his hand. He wrenches your chin up and you can feel your neck strain as you’re forced to meet his eyes.

“The damn notebook, (Y/N). God, you’re so fucking stupid. The notebook. I entrusted. To you.” Your eyes shook looking up at Jinyoung. He was unhinged, so, so angry, and you hated him.

“It’s in my room,” you croaked out, and Jinyoung slipped into an easygoing smile with a bat of an eye.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and you felt sick. “Now, take us to it and I’ll let you go.”

You stood shakily, legs weak. How did this happen? You wanted to cry but you were so damn scared. When you stepped out in the hallway, you almost collapsed again. Bodies of the employees and the children here littered the hallway and it was only the grip of one of the men that kept you upright.

Jinyoung tsked again, hand moving to your shoulder where he dug his fingers in uncomfortably. “Stand up straight, (Y/N). Hasn’t the orphanage taught you anything? I could just kill you right now and find the notebook myself.”

You couldn’t respond, eyes trained on the wall in front of you. You could not look down. You must not. If you looked, you fear you would kill yourself. You lead them silently through the hallways until you stop at your room next to the headmistress’s. You unlocked the door with shaking hands, and you could feel your heart cry at the sight before you.

The children who were hiding under your bed were strewn across the floor, blank, dead eyes looking up at the ceiling. You could barely move, and Jinyoung sighed at your almost-catatonic state. “Go on, (Y/N),” he said with barely concealed impatience. “Go get me the notebook.”

It’s only when the other man shoved you did you stumble toward your pillow, feet heavy and tripping over the bodies strewn across the floor. The notebook– it was inside your pillowcase and you drew it out quietly.

When you turned around with the small, worn notebook in your hands, Jinyoung’s eyes lit up. He leaned forward and basically grabbed it, flipping through it fervently with a sick, twisted smile on his face. “Finally,” he breathed, “finally.”

He stood there for an almost uncomfortably long amount of time, flipping through before landing and staring at a page. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you knew which part it was. After a few minutes, Jinyoung finally turned to the men standing right at the door. “Leave us,” he commanded, and despite their obvious uncomfortableness with the command, they left you two in the room alone.

Jinyoung stared at you for a moment before thrusting the notebook at you, opening to the page you had dreaded. “Read,” he commanded again.

“Why?” you asked, but Jinyoung shook his head and you cleared your throat slightly before reading aloud what you had written. The journal entries you added once a year on your birthday until today. “Entry one. Jinyoung is gone, am I happy about it? No, but maybe he’ll come back.” The words were choked, and Jinyoung tsked again.

“Clearer.” You coughed lightly, eyes quavering with unshed tears.

“I want him to return and marry me. I want to smile at his side. I miss Jinyoung. It’s only been a few hours but I want to hear his stories again. He’s a sky prince. Will he return? I must believe he shall, for if he won’t I know that butcher from the village will ask me to be his. I don’t like him that much, he gets mad when I’m dreaming about things that are out of my reach”—the first tear slipped down your face and you quickly scrubbed it away with your palm—“but I’m sure Jinyoung will return.

“He has to,” you continued with your resolve weakening and more tears falling down your face, “because I love him. In all those children’s books, they say love trumps all. I want Jinyoung to come and yell at the kids teasing me like he used to. I just want him back.”

Jinyoung sighed, hands coming out and cupping your face in his big hands. You flinched but Jinyoung paid no mind, thumbs gently brushing the tears away. How could he? How could he come here and kill all the people you cared for and then just treat you so softly? “Continue,” he ordered once more, but his voice was a lot quieter.

“Entry two. Jinyoung isn’t back, but I’ll wait until next year. I’ll be old enough to marry then, and he’ll come and take me away. The butcher is getting impatient. He keeps coming to talk to the headmistress about me, and I’m never allowed to listen in. Where is Jinyoung? Even though he was a little mean to me, he still made sure I was all right. After all, I was the only one who listened to him. Why can’t he come to visit?

“Entry three.” Jinyoung’s hands were still on your face and you refused to lift your eyes from the book. You don’t think you could look at him after what he had done. “The butcher asked me to marry him. I said no and he hit me.” You could feel Jinyoung tense, fingers pressing into the hollows of your cheeks slightly. “The headmistress was angry with him, but he still waits at the gates sometimes to look for me. I try not to go out anymore. Where’s Jiny-”

“Stop,” Jinyoung hissed, hands dropping from your face and grabbing the book back. “Don’t read it anymore. Instead, tell me.” His voice shakes almost imperceptibly as if he’s trying not to become the eighteen-year-old he once was. “Why did you write in it?”

Your lips tightened, you still refused to lift your head to look at Jinyoung. “I missed you. I was young, lonely, and I loved you.” Jinyoung’s hand grabbed your jaw again, forcing you to meet his eyes. They still didn’t show any affection for you, but you’re rather glad about that. If he looked at you with love you might have forgiven him.

“Do you still?” The question made your lips quirk up. How could he ask you this now? Your eyes shifted to the side; you could hardly stand to look at his cold eyes.

“Maybe under different circumstances, I would.” The answer was enough for Jinyoung and he dropped his hand once more. He turns away, but you can’t help but ask him one more question. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

Jinyoung looked back at you, something akin to pity flashing across his stony face, and he stepped closer again, leaning closer. You flinch back but his hands dart out again, holding you still as he presses his lips to yours. Unlike the first kiss you had received from him, your heart didn’t beat in excitement, only in fear and disgust. There was no feeling as if Jinyoung was only trying to see if he would feel any different.

He lets you go after a moment, pulling back with an unreadable expression on his face. “Maybe if I stayed here, I would’ve married you. But I had left and I only knew you as the girl for whom I owed a favor. I suppose it was some sort of wishful thinking. Never will happen again, probably.” Your heart dropped.

If he stayed, this never would’ve happened. He would have been yours. But he’s unrecognizable now. Greedy, evil, you hate him. Jinyoung laughed at the expression on your face. “Don’t look like that, (Y/N). Be glad I kept you alive. And don’t worry about the butcher anymore.”

You didn’t move, almost in a sort of parody from when he first told you he was leaving. You didn’t move until long after he left the room and the sun was rising to its position in the middle of the sky. Only then did you have the courage to move. The bodies were still strewn across the grounds and you couldn’t help but cry for each and every one of them.

Fifteen kids, you remembered the count. Fifteen kids and all of them dead. Fifteen children and their mistress, the workers, all dead. Only you were alive and you didn’t want it. The village was just as quiet, when you had left the gates of the orphanage no one came out.

But when you approached the center, one lone woman came out, eyes burning with hatred and tears. It was the butcher’s sister. “You killed him,” she cried shakily, a finger pointing at you accusingly. “You sent that man to kill him.”

You can barely hear her, your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears. But the words struck you. “He– Jinyoung? He killed–” She nodded angrily once more.

“He came, saying he was doing a favor for you, and shot him point blank. You told him to,” she screeched, and you flinched. She took an angry step towards you, and you took one back.

“I didn’t– No, of course I–” you pleaded, “I didn’t know– He didn’t tell me, I told him nothing.” The sister shrieks, in fury or anguish, you don’t know, and lunges at you. She doesn’t get far when someone else runs out and holds her back. You recognize him too, the son of the village elder. His name escaped you at the moment, and it would only be years later, when you tell the story to your grandchildren, that his name was Jackson.

He sighed, shaking his head at you. “I don’t think you caused this,” he started to say slowly, “but I don’t think the village will believe you. I cannot save you from their wrath. You need to leave now. I can give you time until sundown, but leave.” His face tightened at your expression; you didn’t know what face you’re making.

You didn’t even have time to register when he pulled the sister back inside and left you standing out there in the open. Only then did you realize that while the town yard was empty, eyes were staring at you through the windows and the doors. He was right, they blamed you. Who else, when all the others in the orphanage were dead? Maybe Jinyoung thought he was doing you a favor in some twisted way, but his life wasn’t the one upended, it was yours.

You ran all the way back home in a fit of panic, pulling out the lone suitcase you had and shoving everything you can into it. Maybe if you had paused for a moment, you would have changed your mind because you certainly wanted to die after seeing what you saw. But this wasn’t the way you wanted to go. Maybe you didn’t deserve it, but you wanted to live.

Walking out of the town after spending almost all of your life in it was strange. You didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, you were happy you were gone from this hellhole, but on the other, you hated yourself for causing the death of someone. Why would Jinyoung do this? That was the lone question on your mind. Did he cause all this just for the damn notebook?

Your heart ran cold thinking about Jinyoung. What happened to him? Sure, when he still lived at the orphanage was cold-hearted and often just flat-out mean, but he still had some sense of morality. But not he just went on a rampage, killing every child in the orphanage because of what reason? It couldn’t have been spite.

What changed him? You shivered, remembering his cold eyes as they looked at you like you were just another person in his way. And maybe you were. But then, why would he kill the butcher? A favor? In return for keeping care of his notebook?

You shivered again, not up and down your spine, but from the cold. It was November, not quite winter yet but it certainly felt like it. The orphanage was always warm in the winter so you hadn’t the need for coats, but now you regretted it. With only a worn shawl around your shoulders, you were uncomfortable in the bitter wind.

If you died from the cold now, you wouldn’t be opposed. You had been walking for hours; night had settled over the trees and the temperature dropped by the minute. Death seemed like a good option, and maybe it would give you peace of mind about Jinyoung.

You may not be given peace of mind, but your brain did stop thinking about Jinyoung when your ankle rolled and you started falling down the steep hill you had been so carefully walking along the edge of. Sharp rocks bruised and scraped your body as you tumbled down what seems to be everlasting.

Only when you slammed into the side of what seems to be a stone wall did you come to a halt. You could hardly move, aching all over and your eyes fluttered shut. Everything hurt and you just wanted to die. You could hear a lantern jangle but you didn’t even have the energy to call out for who it was. You only feebly curled into yourself and let the pain overcome you and turn everything muddy, and then to black.

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[comequicklysir]

Hi hello, I have nothing to gif, and I attended my fifth kpop this weekend, and thought I would rate/share my experiences for no reason other than maybe help others figure out the way of kpop concerts and etc  BTS - 9/10  I attended their “love yourself world tour” in Berlin in 2018, I travelled to Berlin from my country (Denmark) to attend the concert. The ticketing experience to bts is a nightmare, even back in 2018 - I still don’t know how we managed to get tickets, because everything was sold out in minutes. I’ve heard it’s even worse now. The cueing for bts outside the arena and merch is an even bigger nightmare, I don’t know if Mercedez Benz Arena has fixed their “we let everyone in the seated areas through the same ten doors) issue but the line was so long it wrapped around the buildings and we only got in like twenty minutes before start, I didn’t go for merch but my friend I travelled with did and she stood in line from six in the morning till four in the afternoon and she got none of the things she wanted and only got a small keychain with a members name on (not even one of her biases), I hope bighit/hybe fixed the merch hell. The concert itself though!! Sadly we were one of the ones affected by Jungkooks foot injury, so he was seated, but he slayed the vocals from his seated position and did little dances in his seat it was cute. The boys can dance though, have incredibly energy, and are so in sync, but I will say the one thing about bts when they go on stage is they are such a unit, when they interact with each other and in each others presence you can feel how much of a close relationship they have with each other and it really brings everything to the next level. I have no complaints to their performance at all, and will always recommend that anyone should go to a bts concert before they die because there is nothing like it. The only dislike I had (which will be a common theme with two other bands too) is that the translator was ofc german, which meant for a good portion of the concert (whenever there was talking) me and my friends had no clue what was going on. But this isn’t really something that brought down their performance or my overall view, it was just kind of like “ugh” not knowing what they were saying, but that comes with travelling to other countries to see concerts.  Monsta X - 8/10

I can’t remember what this world tour was called, but it was the one in Berlin in 2019. I was a casual fan of them when I went in, and boy did I come out loving them and their performance energy. This concert also had absolute hell cueing outside the arena, I generally hope this has gotten better with the years and as the arena has held more kpop concert, but this one we got in an hour before even though the doors opened two hours before. Me and my friend wanted to get lightsticks at the concert, and they were sold out, and at first we thought they must have sold a lot then, but when we sat down in the arena ... no lie, so many people were without lightsticks, and it just seemed like the company had underestimated how many people needed lightsticks in the crowd. Major minus point to the company. HOWEVER, the boys were amazing! they had so much energy, their vocals and rap were 100% live (which bts were too, didn’t mention that, but you could clearly hear with both these bands that everything was live), I genuinly came out a bigger fan than when I entered and listened to their music so much afterwards, it was such a good experience and if they came to my country I would totally go see them again. This concert ofc also had the german translator, except for I.M who spoke in english, which again was like “ugh” but again not really something that affected my view of the group or their performance. Would totally recommend going to see them if you have the chance, you won’t regret it.  Got7 - 4/10 Now, before I start I will say this was one of their last tour if not the last tour before they left JYP and I think that might have affected their creative vision of how they wanted this concert to look and sound like, and JB was also sick during this concert and left before it was over, so I think you should keep that in mind because I definitly think that affected a great part of why this concert didn’t work, for me atleast. I have been a casual fan of got7 since their debut, me and my friend who also saw monsta x, have listened to them since their debut and now a lot of their songs and also have seen a lot of variety content for got7, so we went in with higher expecations than we went in for Monsta x. But something just felt slightly off for this concert, the stage itself was kind of boring - they didn’t really have anything that set it apart visually form other concerts, it was mostly just screeneffects and then them. The mood also felt a little bit off, not like they didn’t wanna be there, but just it felt like it wasn’t like their prime that night and it might have been because their leader was sick for a big portion of the concert. Dancing wise they were amazing, vocal wise - though live and no backing track - they didn’t always sound as clear as monsta x and bts, but I think that could also just be circumstancial, I don’t think bts and monsta x have sounded perfect every day in their career, so. One of their vcr’s was a comedy bit, which is ofc on brand, but it was quite long and they had put on german subtitles for the berlin tour stop, which meant me and my friend spent a lot of very long minutes amongst laughing people not understanding what was going on at all, and the people around us we asked if they could translate just ignored us, which was quite rude. Overall just not the best concert experience for us, I probably wouldn’t go see them again, but I do think people should go see them and make their own judgement especially because I’m quite sure we might have just caught them on a bad day or year. I will also add that Bambam basically carried the energy of this concert, he has incredible crowd control and really knows how to interact with the crowd and make them laugh and have energy, and he’s not even my bias.  Blackpink - 6/10 Now I saw blackpink in december in my home country, and there’s several points I wanna make. I don’t think Blackpink are bad performers, dancers or singers as some commenters on social media would make it out to be, but as someone who attended this tour I do think with the time in their hiatus ... this could have been better. Now first for plus sides of this concert experience, it was the first concert in my home country and it was just nice that I could go home afterwards and not to a hotel. Yg has their merchandise under control!! there was basically no cue, they had every size left even though me and my friend came very last minute when the doors opened. Blackpink had an entire section where they spend several minutes showcasing their dancers and band, letting them have the stage alone and I have never seen this at a concert before and I loved it and it really showed respect to the people they work with. They also had practiced several phrases in danish, which I also felt was so respectful to the country they were in and the people they were performing for. Their vcrs are amazing, beautiful and stunning and practically look like etherial perfume commercials. Rosé and Jennie were overpowering the backing track several times. Jennie and Lisa have incredible stage presence in terms of how they are in their facial expression, they really know to navigate that according to what song is being performed and what is being sung. Jisoo can dance!! she nailed that choreography for her solo performance, not just nailed it, she was incredible. Now for negatives: Let’s be honest, if ur going to a blackpink concert for choreography, ur in the wrong place. At most their choreographys is them swinging their arms around a lot, doing varies forms of catwalks whilst singing or rapping, and ocasionally you’ll get minimal footwork. They aren’t really a dancing choreography hard hitting group, and I think that’s fine and I think it’s time blinks admit that and just roll with what we get. For me I do think at times the girls could benefit from ditching the catwalking waving arm choreo for some of their b side tracks and just lets the dancers do their thing while sing and rap and be artists, I don’t really think they need to have choreo for all their songs, and sometimes it feels like they shove some easy choreo in their just to have it. Jennie’s solo is amazing, and I love the direction for it and the sound of it, BUT I do think it kind of sucks that you go out of the concert not being able to hear it (probably ever again bc lets face it yg aint releasing shit unless they really have to), where as had it been “solo” being performed u could go home and listen to it and repeat it, you can’t really do that with this. Jisoo not having her solo before this tour started, is criminal, yg had two years to get that out and I absolutely think that should have been a priority, because even if Jisoo nailed her liar performance it feels off that there are three bandmembers performing original work and then one member performing covers. I’m not the biggest fan of Lalisa and Money (mostly Lalisa, because I find it highly annoying that she says her own name over a 100 times, and I think she deserved a better solo than a song that just screams at you to say her name over and over again) but I will say they do really well in concert settings even if you don’t like them, HOWEVER, it did bother me during money how little Lisa had that microphone to her mouth, even when she wasn’t dancing - she practically threw out a phrase once in a blue moon, and I wished they instead would have said “okay this is a dance performance” and just put the mic down entirely and just had her go off with the background dancers, because it would have worked better and it just feels off when she only does half the lyrics. The girls are not good at crowd control during talks, at all, you can really tell they are all kind of shy people because a lot of the time they look at each other and you can tell they just hoping not to be the next one to talk. Jennie and Rosé talks most, probably because of the english, but i wish they would have put a translator on then so Lisa and Jisoo could have been freely speaking too. Yg needs to ditch that backing track for blackpink, it keeps coming back in every live event blackpink does and I hate it, they can perform perfectly fine without it and its annoying to hear the echoing of a backing track. I didn’t attend their first world tour, but I have the dvds from it, and I honestly like those better than this one, and i wish I had been on that one. But that being said, I am a blink forever at heart, and it’s always an experience to go see them, but I do think if you go on hiatus for two years planning an album and tour, I expect more from it. There are kpop groups who have a quarter of that time planning it, and money, and they manage to produce better staging and setup and concept.  Ateez - 9/10 I was not a fan until I saw them on saturday in my home country. I had listened to a lot of their title tracks, because I’m the type to put on kpop playlists and find new tracks that way to listen to, but I didn’t really know their names or anything like that, went because my friend was a fan. But boy did they change my mind. First of all, this was the first group who did not!! have any solo or unit stages in between group stages, they were on stage all eight for the entire concert, and I think they basically only didn’t have choreography for a song or two, it was insane how much ENERGY they had! Jongho (I hope I am spelling his name correctly) is insane live, his vocals are beyond stable, and he is without a doubt the best kpop vocalist I have heard live. I also love that their choreographies seem to have a common theme to them, I called it “stumble choreography” to my friend in lack of better wording, but  a lot of the choreographies have this theme of where they stumble to one side of the stage to another, and it just cool it kind of ties together. The entire section with the pirate ship as a graphic, where they mimicked stumbling on a boat each time the boat graphic moved was beyond cool. They all spoke english even though they clearly aren’t fluent, and I respect that!! the only time they used their translator was when one of the members cleared up something that didn’t come out right in english, otherwise they spoke entirely in english. I don’t a single complaint about this concert at all, and I think just like I said with bts, everyone should go see them once, they are incredible.  also I would like to add at the end, most of my critique is mostly aimed at the company, I don’t think in most cases that kpop idols gets to have a lot of control or say in how they want things done, and I think that should be taken in consideration when critiquing a concept, album, music video or concert or anything that is being put out. Unless of course you are dealing with groups like bts who have had a lot of creative input to how they should like and sound and perform.  for the end here are groups I really want to see life if they come to europe, so if you have experiences with them please tell me yours <3 : le sserafim, new jeans, shinee, exo, twice, seventeen, txt, gidle, nct 127 and as for solos, I really wanna see Taemin he’s very high on the list (but sm is allergic to europe)

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[herwonderland7]

CHAPTER 39 ― IN YOUR HANDS

SUMMARY ― Before Aera leaves Wonderland, she showed Jaehyun her memories on earth knowing that there is a possibility she might not return to Wonderland, bidding farewell to her family.

CHARACTERS ― Princess Riana Aera, Princess Aretha Anthia, Princess Ariana Aurelia, Neo Princes, Queen Aerina (The White Queen), Grandma Kim

GENRE ― fantasy, got7!as!princes, got7!royalty, nct!prince, nct!royalty, nct!as!vampires, nct!as!wolves

WARNINGS/AUTHOR’S NOTE ― Rollercoaster of Emotions. Slight Angst (maybe more). Long Post for The Ending Before Epilogue!

WORDS ― 4631

Jaehyun was counting down the hours, as much as Aera told him not to for the sake of the kids, but he could not help it.

‘Aera will return to Earth…’ It was as if he is still in denial, but even if he kept denying it, it will still come back to him one day,

The truth will come running back to him making him realise Aera has to return to Earth.

“Papa!”

The little one’s loud voice made Jaehyun jump slightly, turning towards the 9-years old girl who was frowning deeply. He looked towards what he was doing, remembering that  there were huge wet patches on the concrete.

Bringing back to reality that he was helping Aeria with the plants that was given by her Auntie Aurelia from Aerina. Ever since then, it was Aeria’s routine together with Aera on keeping track of the blooming flower since the little girl was somehow obsessed with the blooming roses.

“You just made the floor wet, Papa!” Aeria pointed on the dark concrete, with the little pout causing Jaehyun to sigh in disappointment. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay…” Aeria said softly, taking the watering can from her father’s grip. She was about to do the job when the flowers started to wither slowly, making Aeria to gasp loudly. Jaehyun’s eyes widen slightly, seeing the sight in front of him

“No, no!” The little girl, Aeria’s hand started to glow in pink as she cupped the withering flowers. In just a second, the withering flowers slowly started to blossom again which gave Aeria a little relief. Hearing her little sigh.

“Papa,” Aeria slightly turned towards Jaehyun who looked lost. “…Auntie Aurelia told me, flowers can feel your emotions.” She paused, glancing towards the blooming flowers before turning towards Jaehyun who was staring towards the glowing rose.

“….When someone is sad, they slowly die…. When someone is evil, they burn immediately….” Aeria carefully said, eyes turned wide while blinking towards her father.

Jaehyun knew his children are all one of a kind, actually all of the Neo children are special in one way or another. But his kids were extra special due to the fact that their mother is one of the most powerful beings in Wonderland.

“..I’m sorry, Aeria.. I’ll make it up to you, hmm?” Jaehyun pouted slightly and Aeria sighed softly.

“Papa, you don’t have to hide it from me… You are sad. Are you okay?” Aeria sat, knowing that the floor was already wet.

But she was more worried for her father, and she was more worried when a thought came to her.

“Did you… did you fight… with Mama?” Aeria’s voice turned soft at the same stuttering in fear which made Jaehyun shake his head while sitting close beside her.

“No! Of course not, baby! Mama and I never fight till one of us are sad.” Jaehyun had his arm wrapped around her small shoulders, bringing her closer to his side.

“…I can sense you are sad about Mama…” Aeria looked up towards Jaehyun with a small frown, and Jaehyun smiled sadly. He knew he can’t hide from her, she is an exact replica of her mother.

“…Not just sad.” Jaehyun smiled, “I’m happy too.”

Aeria tilted her head in confusion.

“Sad and… happy?”

Jaehyun nodded, sighing with a smile. “Yes, sad and happy.”

Aeria was about to question more when clicking sounds were made from far, making her turn towards the direction of the sound.

Jaehyun followed where she turned to, to see the head of Neo royal household maid, Gine rushing towards where the two of them were. “Your majesty, the royal family of Aerina has arrived and demand a meeting.”

Jaehyun turned towards Aeria who was also looking at Jaehyun with a slight frown. Aerina royal household never had a last-minute meeting with Jaehyun, and they had never demanded a meeting with him.

This was the first.

“…A meeting? Why—

“Prince Taeyong and Prince Doyoung are being called too, your majesty.” 

He was not paying attention at all, Jaehyun could not even keep up with the conversation, but he knows bits of pieces.

Queen Aerina was talking about the progress of the kingdoms under Aerina’s household supervision.

It was until the conversation shifted onto a different topic that has to do with ruling.

“After months of looking out for Metanoia kingdom, peace has finally come to them.” Queen Aerina voiced out, eyes looking towards the people in the room.

Her eyes landed on her daughter who would be leaving the palace after night arrives.

The White Queen did not know how to phrase her next words, but the private conversation with Aera suddenly came to her mind.

“You can’t, Aera. I would not allow it.”

“Why not, mother? In fact, the throne was supposed to be the first born, which is Anthia herself.”

Queen Aerina shook her head, walking past the High-Queen – hearing her sighing loudly.

“…You’re not accepting the fact that I might not return.”

Queen Aerina stopped at her tracks, completely frozen because she was right.

Aera was always right, Queen Aerina was in denial.

She did not want to believe Aera might not return.

All of them thought that Aera would return, until Grandma Kim told them about what she sees in the near future of Aera when the old lady met the High-Queen’s eyes that day.

There is a 50-50 chance she might come back, but there was a possibility then she will not return at all.

Queen Aerina could see Aera’s figure levitating towards her side.

“Yes, you are right.” Queen Aerina whispered, gulping the lump on her throat as she tried to make eye contact with the Scarlet Witch who was standing right in front of her – with her dressing as red, and seeing the crown on head.

“I don’t want to lose you, Aera.”

Aera smiled, caressing her mother’s cheeks. “….I might return,”

“You don’t know it,” Queen Aerina shifted her eyes towards hers.

“Then if the worst case happens, you must allow me to pass the throne to Anthia. Someone must keep a lookout on the kingdoms, especially Aerina, mother.” Aera whispered, taking a step forward.

“I cannot foresee the future. I am not powerful enough.”

Queen Aerina frowns, “How about the Darkhold? I thought you had been studying that?”

Aera scoff slightly, shaking her head. “…..It would only corrupt your goodness the more you study it, I kept it safe.” Aera paused, before taking the hands of her mothers.

“So please, allow me to pass the throne to Anthia.”

Aera saw the flashback in her mothers’ eyes.

She had no other choice.

“I’m giving up my throne of Aerina.” Aera voiced out, and there were shocking gasps coming from the head departments of the Aerina’s royal household.

Deep frowns were seen from Anthia and Aurelia’s faces while the three Neo brothers looked shocked.

“..Why?” Aurelia was the first to question and Aera tilted her head to the side, with both of her arms raised as she showed her palms.

Aera summoned the mirror dimension which caused everyone to be in awe despite the serious conversation.

“..Not necessarily giving up,” Aera turned towards Anthia, who was on her side with Doyoung. “I’m passing my throne to Anthia.”

“What?” Doyoung turned towards Aera with wide eyes.

“Woah— wait what!? That only happens if—

Aurelia was cut off by Taeyong pulling onto her arm roughly, causing her to become quiet at the same time turning towards Aera.

Anthia shakes her head with a  scoff, “...I don’t want it.”

“Anthia, please.” Aera begged, “..Please, I.. I don’t know who to turn to when it comes to dealing with this.” Aera turned towards Doyoung, somehow pleading with him too since he was Anthia’s husband.

Anthia had no choice but to accept her request, she understands Aera and was aware of her plans.

“..Actually it’s not just Anthia.” Aera confessed. “I need everyone’s help in this room,”

Everyone could only look towards each other, except for Grandma Kim and Queen Aerina.

They have been looking towards Aera as she spoke.

“Jaehyun has been through a lot, I can’t ask him a huge favour,” Aera turned towards Jaehyun with a small smile, at the same time holding onto his hand.

“He has his own kingdom to rule and not to forget our 6 kids.”

Aera smiled to herself, before looking towards Anthia, one last time.

“In case I might not return, Wonderland’s future is in your hands. It’s not easy, but I believe in you, and I know your loved ones will be there for you.”

“The night sky is beautiful, isn’t it? It looks like stars from here!” She pointed to a far building, seeing dots of light appearing as it is getting dark.

Jaehyun could only look at her, hand-in-hand as they were walking on a path that leads them to the city.

He could not get her words through his head despite how she is telling Jaehyun everything she loved about Neo City, how he had built the city on his own – not forgetting with help of the Neo Brothers.

He did not even realise he was holding onto her hands tightly until Aera stopped in her tracks. She turned towards him, seeing his eyes downcast.

“Jaehyun?” She called, noticing the way he was avoiding her eyes. As soon as she gets a glimpse, Aera could see the tears welling in his eyes.

“Jae.. hey,” Aera took a step towards him, cupping his cheeks as her eyes were searching onto him. That is when she realised.

‘He was holding it this whole time,’

“Yoonoh, look at me.” She softly said but Jaehyun did not follow her words – he closed his eyes.

“No. I don’t want you to see me like this. Just.. please,” He whispered at the end and Aera smiled slightly, knowing what he meant.

Which was to give him some time, some moment for him to breathe.

Aera could tell he was on the verge of breaking down, from all of this and she understands him. Knowing Jaehyun and living with him for almost years now, Aera knows he is the type to comfort himself.

But how could she leave him alone, knowing she would be gone for maybe forever?

“I can’t leave you alone, Jaehyun.”

“And I can’t let you go, Aera.” Jaehyun said as he opened his eyes, meeting hers that was looking away as she looked defenseless.

Jaehyun knew he was being selfish, but that is what he truly feels.

He had enough of being considerate to the people around him, but how about his feelings then? Had they considered him in the first place?

“..Jaehyun, please.” Aera begged, at the same time holding onto both of his hands and with a blink of an eye, Aera had transformed herself into the Scarlet Witch.

Jaehyun’s eyes widened slightly, as his surroundings changed into a different scenery which caused him to look around.

They were previously on the flowery path to the city, and it was at night compared to now.

Jaehyun had no idea how to describe which era was this, other than it was obvious it was in the daytime and there was this beautiful house from far.

“Where are we?” Jaehyun turned towards her, seeing her extending her hands towards him. He didn’t hesitate to take her hands.

They were transported somewhere else as soon as Jaehyun took her hands.

They were in front of the window of the house. Jaehyun quickly dug down, pulling Aera down. “Don’t you think we are being too obvious here?!”

Aera chuckled, rolling her eyes as she showed her hands that had red streams. “We are invisible to them,” Aera said before turning her head towards the front which made Jaehyun follow her gaze.

His eyes widened in astonishment, in front of his eyes was another Aera. She was not alone though; she was with a bunch of kids. Jaehyun puts bits and pieces together.

“A-are we on earth?” He turned towards her.

“Nope. This is just the memory I had before I came to that mansion.” Aera turned towards him with a smile and Jaehyun turned towards the sight he was seeing.

It was all sweet until a middle-aged woman came with a paper. Jaehyun could not hear what they were saying but seeing the disturbing faces coming from Aera, he knew she was in trouble.

“What’s in the paper?” Jaehyun asked curiously and Aera sighed, fully turning towards him while showing her palms. An old-looking paper showed up in her hands as it moved towards Jaehyun’s sight.

‘…Orphanage house… Bills… Owe…. $3,000,000… In two days… Will be taken away...’

“Were you in debt?” Jaehyun’s eyes turned towards her, and Aera slowly nodded.

“Working as a village doctor isn’t enough, compared to Wonderland.” She paused, “...I come from a low-class family on earth.”

Jaehyun’s eyes turned towards the window, realising why Aera had to go.

‘She has people who need her, kids specifically,’

“I see why now,” Jaehyun could only smile sadly, his fingers finding his way towards her cheeks. He had a proud and adoring look as he caressed his cheeks while Aera leaned on him.

Before they realised, they were being brought to reality.

There was a deep frown on Jaehyun’s face, thinking back to what he had seen.

“What are you going to do, my love? How are you going to pay the debts? Is there any way we can do, maybe the others and I could—

“Shh,” Aera shushed him by pecking his lips, shaking her head slightly while looking at him with love.

“You do not have to do anything, my love. You have done so much, for me, for the family and for the children.”

The corner of Jaehyun’s lips curved up slightly. “..I will follow you to the ends of the universe if you ask me to.” He whispered, before taking her into his arms tightly.

Aera tightens his hug, closing her eyes as she inhales his scent one last time.

“..You can’t, you have people waiting for you, my love.” She let go of him, giving him a slight pouty-frown – causing Jaehyun to chuckle adoringly.

Jaehyun gets it now and he just realised why Aera is being called the goddess by Wonderland. Although he knew the history of Wonderland, Jaehyun had seen it with his own eyes.

Even on earth, there are people waiting for her assistance, for her in general.

She played a big role in both universes, and Jaehyun knows what she meant by her ‘achieving her dreams’ back when they were still dating and when they were knowing each other.

“Do you have goals, Aera? Like what do you want to achieve?”

“Hmm.. A very deep question, Prince Jaehyun. Like dreams?”

“It could be. Mine would be to have a family.”

“Mine would be achieving my dreams.”

“And what would that be?”

“..I’ll show you one day,”

Aera had helped him make his dreams come true. Now he would want to do the same, even if he had to let her go.

“If that’s the case, I can wait a thousand lifetimes for you.”

“Yay! Bedtime with Mama and Papa!” Jia cheered happily, causing Aera to giggle – looking down at the young one who was holding onto her hand.

The other children specifically Aeria and Junyoung were with Jaehyun at the back, while Aera was being accompanied by Junwon, Yoel, Jia and Jinyoung.

Hearing them talking about random stuff made Aera smile in adorableness, with Junwon chasing after his three siblings while hearing Aeria talking with Junyoung at the back.

She knew she would miss all of them, hence he had asked Jaehyun if the kids could sleep together tonight which he agreed.

As the kids rushed into the new bedroom – the bedroom where the siblings can sleep together, Aera began to relocate the room which caused the Jung children to freeze as their little heads turned upwards watching everything moving magically with red orbs and streams flying around.

They know their mother is the Scarlet Witch, but somehow, they don’t see their mother using her magic every day – so it somehow amazes them.

Soon the room had changed drastically with the walls being bright, picture frames and pictures of itself being stuck to the wall – specifically pictures of the family.

The kids didn’t notice it as they were just excited to be together, but Jaehyun noticed them.

He knew about Aera’s intentions, she wanted to create a memory for them, one last of them being together.

Jaehyun knew he couldn’t be emotional for the sake of Aera so he somehow caught the kids’ attention by reading the storybook. Throughout the time, Aera wasn’t paying attention to the story at all – instead, she was memorizing her children’s faces.

Until the sound of the book closed caused Aera to turn her attention elsewhere.

“Aww, why are the royals always strict in these stories?” Yoel complained, his small hands crossed in annoyance.

“Scary.” Junyoung turned towards Aera with a whisper – Aera tried her best to hide her giggles.

“..and boring,” Jinyoung whispered to himself, but the others heard him clearly.

Junwon turned toward his siblings with a deep frown.

“Firstly, it is what the royals are and lastly, we are from the royal family,” Junwon deadpanned and Yoel could only huff as he looked away.

The younger ones could only turn toward their parents.

Jaehyun turned toward Aera for help.

“Well,” Aera said, “..Junwon isn’t wrong..”

There was an obvious pout from Yoel as soon as Aera said.

“But Yoel and the twins aren't wrong either,” Jaehyun added, smiling towards Aera who was nodding slightly.

“R-really?” Yoel’s eyes light up, turning to both of his parents who were looking at the small one.

“Yes. I can’t lie, dear one. It can be strict but sometimes we must break some rules.” Jaehyun truthfully spoke and there was a small frown coming from Aeria.

“But we would be scolded by the others if we disobeyed them.” Aeria turned towards Aera, seeing the small one scooting towards her. Aera wrapped her arms around her, leaning her chin on top of Aeria’s small head.

“…If what you have done is right,” Aera whispered.

“..Our teachers are scary...” Jia added this time.

Jinyoung pulled Aera’s arm which caught her attention. She watched the twin pointing towards the other one.

Junyoung shyly turned towards Aera. “Mama, you would be there when we need you, right?”

Aera didn’t know what to say.

She can’t tell them the truth, yet she can’t lie either.

Her mouth kept opening and closing for an answer.

“Of course, we will.” Jaehyun answered for her, his eyes turning towards the kids who didn’t notice Aera’s worries, and towards Aera who could only look at him with slightly wide eyes.

Aera wanted to keep their innocents in her memories.

Tiny bodies curled with each other, and the way the boys were hugging their two sisters melted her heart.

“They look adorable, don’t they?” He whispered and Aera turned towards where the voice was coming from – seeing Jaehyun’s face inches away from hers. Aera smiled as she looked from the kids and then towards him.

“Of course, they are your kids”

Jaehyun pecks her cheeks, before tucking the kids to bed. “..They are your kids too, baby.” Jaehyun whispered, turning towards her with a slight smirk.

Aera rolls her eyes, chuckling quietly as she watches him kissing the kids on their forehead and hearing him saying ‘sweet dreams’ to each one of them.

Once he had finished, Jaehyun went to her side, nudging onto her arm and glancing towards the sleeping kids – Aera knew what he meant, which was to greet them goodbye.

Going towards the twins, Aera softly sighs as she stares at their peaceful faces. They looked like Jaehyun when he was sleeping, she caressed their slightly pinkish cheeks then ruffled their hair.

Next, her two girls.

Aera closed her eyes as soon as she saw their smiling faces, as they slept. She could feel her lips trembling and she quickly covered them, not wanting them to hear the slight whimpers.

“Look out for each other, girls.” Aera whispered softly, kissing their heads.

Her eyes fell towards her other two boys.

Unlike the twins who had their bodies tangled with one another, the other two boys only had their hands holding onto each other, yet their bodies were in space away.

Aera knew there was some kind of competitiveness among them, at the end of the day Aera had to always remind the two boys that the two of them had the same roles – which was to look out for the younger ones, especially the girls and the twins.

Aera had never chosen one of their sides in their little arguments because she wants to treat them equally – and the kids know that she had shown them that their mother loved all of them equally.

There was not much or less.

Though she showed equal affection, Aera had soft spots for Yoel and Jia.

They are the only ones who had no powers – yes, Aera had kept an eye on the kids’ abilities, and she had learnt that Junwon and Aeria had superhuman strength, except Aeria had cosmic abilities.

The twins had similar power to their sister, Aeria.

For now, Aera hadn’t seen Yoel and Jia’s abilities which made the White Queen and Grandma Kim worried, but Aera had told them to give them some time.

“After all, their powers don’t define them.”

Aera caressed Yoel’s cheeks, giving him soft and quiet kisses around his face. Next, is the oldest of all of them.

Aera could only pinch Junwon’s cheeks, seeing his hand flailing around – making Aera laugh softly.

“Look out for your siblings, Jun.”

‘Until I return, I hope.’

Aera pressed a long kiss on his forehead, as she closed her eyes.

‘Forgive me, my loves. I will tell you the truth when the time is right, when all of you are old enough to know. Till then, grow up happily.’

“Goodnight, my babies. Sweet dreams, forever.”

Aera looks at all of them one last time, analysing their features before walking out of the room, holding onto Jaehyun’s hand.

As soon as they closed the door, Aera had a thought on her mind.

She turned towards Jaehyun.

“I have to do this before leaving Wonderland.”

Jaehyun gets to see the Scarlet Witch unleashing her powers.

“I have to do this before leaving Wonderland,”

“What is it?”

“To put a protection spell on the main kingdoms.”

Bringing Jaehyun along, Aera went to different parts of Wonderland which were first putting a protection spell on Neo Kingdom and Neo City, followed by Morian Kingdom, then to Fantasia and lastly, Aerina Kingdom.

Securing the kingdoms in case there are any threats in the future, although some of the kingdoms had their own security protections – for the Scarlet Witch’s protection, it is a spell, specifically a protective rune, that only works when dark magics attack the kingdom.

“How do we know if it works?” Jaehyun questioned Aera who is literally in the air.

Aera showed a scenario, again Jaehyun was amazed at her powers.

Black orbs went toward the kingdom, and a red rune shows up as it absorbs the black orb.

“This is a protection rune; it absorbs whatever attacks it. But it does not last long, as it gets attacked more. So, when the kingdom has been attacked by dark magic, each kingdom’s household will be alerted.”

“How do we know?”

“You will know when it comes.”

“You won’t leave without protecting us, huh?” Jaehyun teased, looking at her chuckling as her feet landed on the ground.

“Well, I won’t be peaceful.” Aera shrugged slightly, her eyes landed on his.

‘This is it.’

Standing right in front of the fountain in the dark where her adventures started, Aera could only smile at Jaehyun.

She did not want to say goodbye, because she knew one day, they would see each other again right deep inside of her – and Jaehyun heard her mind clearly. It caused him to smile, as he held both of her hands.

Giving light kisses on the back of her hands. “You don’t have to say anything, my love.” Jaehyun muttered softly, eyes never leaving hers.

With a blink of his eyes, Aera’s crown that she usually wore during her day walkabouts turned into a headpiece – Jaehyun had seen the headpiece, in the history books of Wonderland, that was actually the Scarlet Witch’s crown.

“Lovely,” Jaehyun commented and Aera scoffed automatically after hearing how he could even tease her in the middle of a parting.

“Well, I’m not the queen of Aerina anymore.” Aera tilts her head with a small smile.

“Not to me,” Jaehyun paused, “You will always be the queen of Wonderland, my queen.”

 Aera chuckled as she shook her head – her eyes started to look at his features. Jaehyun is like a dream of hers, a man of her dreams.

From a prince to a king, to a family man, to a man who loves children, an individual who has a soft heart.

From the start, they were somehow similar in a way that the couple did not have to spend time together for a few days due to work.

They were understanding towards one another, there were bad days for one of them but at the end of the day, they would go to each other.

‘He is like a dream.’

Couldn’t say her next words, Aera took a step towards him – she tip-toed to match his height. With open eyes, her lips softly landed on his.

Jaehyun leans forward as he kisses her back, at the same time trying to pull her closer to him. He closed his eyes, he tried to memorise her soft lips knowing he would miss it.

The kiss wasn’t intended to be long, but how could they let go of each other knowing they won’t see one another not so soon?

Aera slowly shut her eyes, she could feel her own eyes tearing.

“What is taking her so long?”

“I don’t know, Ms Saera. Should I go look for her?”

Voices that she recognized could be heard in her head that Aera had to let go of Jaehyun.

“I have to go, they are calling me for me.” Aera muttered and Jaehyun’s features softened, nodding to her words.

Holding onto her hand, Jaehyun guided her – she took a step onto the concrete before stepping onto the fountain.

Aera smiled bravely, looking down towards Jaehyun as she took her hands away – but Jaehyun tightly held onto hers before she could let go.

“Jae—

“Don’t say goodbye, we will see each other again.”

There was this determined look on his face, which gave Aera hope.

“Take care of them, Yoonoh.” Aera reminded him one last time and Jaehyun quickly nodded, as she started to create more red orbs that formed into a portal.

Jaehyun could feel the huge energy from her powers that he had to take a step back.

“Thank you for everything, Jaehyun. Even in another universe, I will remember you always.”

Before Jaehyun could say anything and just as Aera closed the portal, a few figures were seen in the open area of Aerina’s palace – revealing Queen Aerina and Grandma Kim.

Jaehyun could only turn towards where the two figures are, he could hear them from far.

“Did she…?”

Jaehyun nodded with an obvious sad smile.

“She’s gone.”

And the heartbreaking part is, that Jaehyun didn’t even have the chance to thank her for bringing his brothers back and to tell her that he will always love her no matter which universe she is in.

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[TRANS] Arena Homme+ Korea June 2022

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“BAMBAM, JUST AS I AM NOW”

BamBam has moved according to plan, achieving almost everything to be where he is now. He said that he would be satisfied with the future and won’t stop growing even in the future.

Q. You’ve been extra busy right?

I recently went to America and Thailand. I also have one more overseas schedule at the end of this month.

Q. Your fan meeting in Thailand made headlines as the largest scale gathering after the pandemic began with over thousands of people attending.

I’m thankful. Since it was a meeting with fans after a long time, I was able to receive lots of good energy too. I was so happy to the point where I wondered how I was able to get through the last two and a half years without this sort of meeting.

Q. You became the first KPOP artist to be the global ambassador for the NBA Golden State Warriors and even had a performance.

It was an honour, especially since I enjoy watching NBA. I was nervous before the performance. I didn’t even know whether the fans who came to watch the basketball match would like my performance, since KPOP is not that familiar to them. But once I actually started performing, the reactions were so good. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

Q. You probably haven’t had time to rest. Just today (May 13), the trackless for GOT7’s new EP <GOT7> was released. It’s been a long time since you have had group promotions, how did it feel?

There were members that I haven’t met in a long time, but once we actually met up, it felt comfortable. Maybe it’s because we went through all kinds of ups and downs for 7 years, but everything progressed quickly, just as we promised. It was amazing, but also enjoyable.

Q. Did anything feel different?

I think everyone grew. The members said that I changed the most especially. They said I am more mature. I keep track of all the member’s solo activities normally, and everyone looks so lively and cool so it’s nice to see.

Q. How would you describe the title track ‘NANANA’?

Just like the album name, it’s a very GOT7-like song. It has a bright mood, and it’s a song that allows us to play excitedly on stage. Honestly, we’ve chosen all our title tracks up until now based on the performance, and songs like ‘NANANA’ which have a more free structure were usually shown as B-sides. So this time, we chose a title track that was more like us.

Q. Is there a song in the album that stands out to you?

‘Two’. I guess because it’s a song with good vibes? It’s melodic, and also when you look at the album overall, it stands out. It has an intense colour. That’s why I like it.

Q. We heard that all the songs in <GOT7> were written and produced by the members.

I think that’s why it’s an album that feels more like us. However, the three foreign members, including myself, had overlapping overseas schedules so we couldn’t participate in producing songs. But all of us pitched ideas and decided on the logo, album design, concept etc. together. You could say it’s a more developed album based on GOT7’s already existing music style and vibe.

Q. What do you think “GOT7-like” means?

Whatever style it is, if GOT7 does it, we’ll be able to show a never-before-seen free type of charm. All the members have done solo promotions and each have a strong sense of individuality, so the fact that we can shine as one under the name “GOT7” is amazing. The long time that we’ve spent together showed through our performances and songs.

Q. GOT7’s contract with JYP Entertainment ended, and each of the members all set up new nests. At the time, you all said that the group is not disbanded even if the members are scattered, and solidified your tight bond. And you’ve come back proudly. What was GOT7’s motivation to gather once again?

If we didn’t have overseas schedules, we meet up between ourselves often. We have a drink and talk about life. We’re a family. And we also made a promise to the fans that we would definitely come back. We didn’t want to disappoint them. Everyone said that they didn’t know that we would really come back and that it’s cool. But to us, coming back as GOT7 is a no-brainer. And we will continue to come back in the future too.

Q. What about BamBam as a soloist? You’ve successfully gained millions of views for all the songs you’ve released, such as ‘riBBon’ and ‘Slow Mo’. Have you found your own thing?

I think I know what I have to do. Both in terms of music and performances. Long-time fans of mine would know this, but I have a pretty strong sense of individuality even in the group. So from the very beginning of my solo debut, fans were like “this is so BamBam” and were very welcoming about it. In the future too, I’ll keep doing things my way in my solo promotions, and I want to try the things that I would be best at.

Q. What style of music are you after?

I like exciting and performance-style music. Ah, each of my songs can actually be described as different colours. Some songs are purple, some are pastel orange, stuff like that. There’s still a lot that I want to do.

Q. What colour is the music you’ve been working on lately?

There is a song that is red. There’s a blue song too. But there are also different shades to red and blue right? I want to explain it a little more, but if I keep going on I might kill the anticipation for the songs [laughs].

Q. ‘Look So Fine’ is a song you made after being inspired by the sky and weather, right? Is there anything you’re particularly interested in these days?

Palm trees and vintage cars. But it’ll be such a cliche if I just use these things as they are. I’m trying to find a way to express a sort of LA type of vibe in a different way.

Q. You want to come up with an unexpected creation right?

It’s not fun if it’s obvious.

Q. Is it something like an artistic temperament?

Is it? I want to make pop music. But instead, I want to show something new in terms of visuals.

Q. Are you a musician who is growing according to plan now? Or has it been unpredictable?

I came up with a solid plan, and I’m on the path that I expected. I think it’ll be alright if I keep going the way I am now.

Q. Are you satisfied right now?

Honestly, I am satisfied. But of course, I won’t stop growing.

Q. You’re a GOT7 member who changed the most after your debut. Both in terms of appearances and music.

The members say that I’ve changed a lot too, and I think so too. I’m a lot taller than I was when I debuted. While promoting as GOT7, I learnt and absorbed and experienced a lot to become who I am now.

Q. GOT7 is a group that grew consistently and achieved worldwide accomplishments.

We’re a group that grows step by step. I think we sort of got a glimpse of the light around our 3rd year mark. That time has created me, and GOT7, as we are now.

Q. You mentioned in another interview that you “really want to show what it really is to be an idol”.

To me, an artist and an idol is the same thing. Idols and singers too, we all make songs, perform and communicate with the public by showing our creations. Whenever I get a chance to introduce myself, I always say that I’m an idol. The direction I’m personally pursuing is one where idols are able to promote in more diverse ways, so I’m happy about that.

Q. We agree. The time of separation between idols, artists and musicians has long since passed. What kind of activities do you want to do in the future?

I’ve already somewhat planned my promotion schedules until next year. I want to consistently show cool songs and performances.

Q. You came to Korea all alone and began your journey as a trainee, and now you’ve become a superstar who is receiving a great amount of love. How does it feel looking back?

It’s the life I dreamt of having. I have achieved almost all my goals. I think I’ve more or less accomplished the plans I made when I was younger. I’ve worked hard and also enjoyed myself throughout that time. I think I’m living a much better life than I expected to 10 years ago.

Q. Speaking of which, what is the life of a superstar who has 16 million Instagram followers like? Does it suit you well?

Hmm, rather than the life of a star, I want to call it a happy life. I eat at Kimbap Heaven and wear slippers and go to the convenience store alone too. [laughs]

Q. Not being conceited, being satisfied with the present and having an attitude of wanting to improve in the future is the way to go.

That’s how I want to live. There are a lot of good people around me, and I want to repay the fans as well. I also get along with Abyss Company well in every aspect. Both as an artist, and the vision that we have.

Q. Is there anything else you hope for?

I want to keep on doing the things I enjoy for a long, long time while living happily with good people. I’ll be satisfied if things stay the way they are now. Ah, there is something that I really want to try. I want to be by myself in a city where no one knows me. I want to stroll around without a specific destination, and spend one to two months on my own. Kind of like a travel YouTuber.

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Omg now I wanna read angústia but I don’t know Spanish💔 perhaps I should’ve picked Spanish in highschool to study instead of French (although I don’t know much french either and forgot lol) and yes that’s me with the lucas fic😔 I miss him heh. And I stan mostly nct and got7! I used to be a huge muilti-stan but after 6 years of kpop, I lost interest in a lot lol. I’ve been to an nct 127 concert and Superm concert back in 2019 but that’s it. I was going to see BTS in 2020 but it got canceled bc of covid :( do you stan nct too? but I hope you get to see seventeen live soon <3 I would go but then I’d have to travel out of state and I’m already planning my 19th bday trip so I’m saving up hehe.

me and my friends are heavily believing he's about to come back, so don't lose hope yourself <3 i'll see if i can find any transcriptions to english and if i do so i'd be happy to send you! ohhh, i had my got7 phase, but it was also when i was finishing college so i ended up falling behind on the comebacks, and was never able to fully stan again :(

i fucking love nct tho, i do see myself as a stan as well (hence the jaehyun cameo on my fic, he's my 127 bias hehe), but not as much as i am a carat unfortunately, i was never that good at multitasking lol

ohhhh, so you've been to two concerts already! that must've been so cool! how did you get into nct? is your bday near?

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Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader x Jinyoung (GOT7)

Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: abuse, depression, toxic friendship, established relationships (?), mentions of self harm, messed up everything (you'll get it as you read it)

Words: 10.5k

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“Johnny, you know, this is a bad idea?” your eyes ran over your tipsy best friend.

“Why? I see nothing bad about this idea.”

“You’re asking me if you could sleep with my closest girlfriend, I see nothing good about it?” you tore the glass from his hand, when he filled it. His eyes were pierced somewhere behind you, you didn’t need a second guess to know they were pierced at her.

“Look at her!” he sighed and you almost felt bad for him.

“Why? You want to tell me you’re in love with her or you want to tell me the drinks that you consumed in the past hour are telling you to fuck someone and she’s the only one you haven’t slept with yet in this house?” you shook your head in disbelief. That was the line he promised not to cross years ago. Want to hook up with literally anyone? ‘You do you but don’t touch my closest girlfriend’ you told him back in school, after his hormones told him it’s a good idea to hook up with your at the time best friend Naya, ruining your friendship. He never wanted to see her again, and all she could ever talk and think about was him. At the end the only common thing that was left between you two was Johnny and this was really not something you wanted to have as a common interest.

“No, not the only one.” he chuckled giving you that light drunken smirk you’ve seen million times. The undone two buttons of his black shirt that were perfectly emphasising his skinny build and the hair strands that hung over his forehead messily were the two signs Johnny was all out tonight. You knew it and you knew it worked, you could practically feel every girl that looked at him drool.

“Oh, so you’re in love?” you tried to hide bitterness in your voice but felt like you failed. Thanks to his drunken state it went unnoticed.

“No, all I’m saying there’s another option too.”

“Great, then you can go.” you stretched your arms out to the side, signalling for him to leave.

His feet moved towards you, making you guess he wanted to say goodbye properly. Johnny’s hand touched your neck, resting his forehead against yours, making it feel weird to have his warm skin on your neck.

“That other option is you, you dumbhead.” he spoke quietly. “As long as you’re still strongly against it…” you didn’t let him finish.

“Yes I am, I don’t want you falling in love with me and then running after me all your life after you’ll have the best sex.” you said quickly, pushing him by the shoulder.

“Oh that,” he laughed in the specific manner, you could only name the Johnny Suh manner “it would never happen, you don’t have to worry.” he continued laughing, throwing his head back. You debated whether punching him into his solar plexus was a great idea? Would he sense anything weird..? Like maybe you were a tiny bit offended and bitter about what he said? “So you’re saying yes?” he snapped back in a second.

“No, I said no!” you shook your head walking away from him.

“Y/n, come on!” he whined, making you wonder how badly in need of a pussy he was? “What if we’ll actually work out? Maybe we’ll click in an instance and date. She won’t bother you like that friend did.” he walked quickly right behind you.

“May-be.” you pointed out, showing two syllables with your hands. “I didn’t notice you click every time you meet her or talk to her before?”

“Okay, let me prove this to you.”

“Prove what?” you turned around, catching him by surprise.

“I’m sure we’ll date after this.” now they obviously would, you thought to yourself.

“That would be even worse.” You made a discussed face expression. “She’ll ask me things like ‘what Johnny likes to eat for breakfast? how does Johnny wipe his ass? do you know by any chance how he likes his dick sucked?’” you tried to imitate her voice.

“Wait, are you already hating on your best friend just because I said we’ll date?” he smirked and suddenly you felt like he was faking his drunkenness through the whole evening.

“I’m not hating, I just know how it goes. I’ve always been a friend of the handsome guy every girl wanted. You never were in my shoes, you never answered the same question 50 times a day. ‘Hi, I think I heard you’re friends with Johnny, d’you know by any chance if he has a girlfriend?’ She’s the only one that never asked about you! Don’t take that away from me! And as an added bonus, I don’t want to third wheel you two every day. You two are my best friends, that would be a hell party I don’t want to join.” you concluded.

“You made me join the hell party when you dated Taeyong!” he said sounding too high pitched.

“Oh excuse me?” you felt worked up in a click. “I dated Taeyong for a month, you saw him 5 times. It was the third time you met him when you worked out we were hanging out romantically, and on the 5th you decided it was great to make unfunny jokes about me. Poor guy left quicker than I could blink, and he wasn’t even someone you knew. You never spoke to him, except for that time you ruined everything, and you’re saying you were in hell?” vivid memories of the most embarrassing night in your life made your face get even redder than it already was.

“Not my problem the guy can’t work out what’s joke and what’s not. Anyway he had a weird face.”

“I liked him! I wasn’t suggesting for you to date him!” you fought back at the memories of your failed relationship. “I did like someone for the first time and you made it about you! I’m asking you just for this, to not ruin something I have. Something in life that’s mine and not ours or yours that I’m allowed to use.” you felt tears prickle your eyes, holding back. You hated the idea of fighting with Johnny, you hated the idea to fight with him over your best friend like that.

“Okay. I get it, I’m sorry, I’m selfish. I know I should care more about you, I’m the older brother, I’m sorry, I won’t do that.” he moved closer and hugged you, sliding his hands over your back.

“I’ll go home.” you said, not willing to hug him back.

“I’ll walk you.”

“Im fine.” you smiled awkwardly. “As long as you don’t sleep with Sieun, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” he nodded and rubbed your hair. “Text me when you’ll get home.”

“Yeah.” you nodded and he stood aside, allowing for you to walk out of the room, and then, out of the house. You needed the lonely walk, you needed to get fresh air in your system.

-

“So where are the stories? Why am I here and not listening to your sex experience of the week?” you stumbled over his shoes that were standing in front of his bed for some weird reason.

“Huh?” Johnny dropped his body on the bed.

“You’re sick? STD finally got you?“ You chuckled and sat next to him.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” he rolled his eyes.

“So there’s just no more girls in the radius of 40 kms that could agree?”

“Come on, drop it. I missed you.” his hand found your leg, caressing it’s lower part “We’re BBFs and you left me just like that! For a whole week? That’s just cruel.” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I hope the trip at least was fun.”

“It was! Family gatherings are cool when your step-uncle is a 29 year old super sexy college professor in literature with a cute face.” you grimaced a smile of pleasure.

“What!?!” he sat up next to you “The… what was his name again? That weird guy…? The one that went with books in his hand every day wherever he was? With glasses? Wasn’t he like unlikable?”

“Huh? Looking back, all of us were unlikable. I don’t get what’s with you disliking every male that’s around me. ” you shook your head “Plus, he changed, I haven’t seen him in a while. Technically we’re not even family anymore, I mean we’re not even blood related.”

“So you were fucking your not blood related family member who happens to be a bloody nerd, while I was here all by myself? Counting every day till you come back?! Crying on my own?” he held his palm to his heart, trying to look as if he was shot.

“First of all, he’s a super sexy nerd with a six pack. The glasses, if you’re interested, are giving him extra points! Second of all, he’s not family! He’s a very young brother of my moms ex-husband, she just happens to still keep in touch with him, that’s why he came. And no, I wasn’t fucking him.” a lame joke of ‘he fucked me’ came up in your head, but you held back “I… well I’d like to keep that private since you look like you’re about to bite my neck off!” you chuckled, punching him on his shoulder lightly. “And if you missed me… you could’ve at least given me a hug when I came!” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“But did YOU miss me? I mean, did you have time to miss me while you were doing god knows what with that guy.”

“Of course I did, didn’t you just say we’re BFFs!” Johnnys hand found your shoulders pulling you towards him and then on him, when he dropped his body onto the bed, making half of your body lay on top of him.

“Best friends forever.” he sang lowly while falling.

Your hands found his waist when you felt shivers on your back from the unexpected fall.

“So will you tell me?” he asked, moving you a little back from his body in a couple of minutes.

“Tell you what?” you let go of him, moving hair from your face.

“What happened between you and your uncle?”

“Fucking hell, don’t call him my uncle, it makes me want to throw up. He’s almost our age, just call him Jinyoung.”

“Oh, right, Jinyoung.” he said making venom spit out with his mouth.

“Not Jinyoung.” you imitated the tone of his voice. “Just Jinyoung.” you said normally, biting your cheek to hold back a smile.

“Oh my fucking god!“ Johnny pushed you to the other side of the bed. “You’re in love with your fucking uncle! I can’t believe I’m allowing a pervert to lay in my bed.” he tried to make a throwing up expression, pushing you away every time you tried to roll back to him. His room was cold at the end of the day, you needed your favourite human radiator.

“Stop saying he’s my uncle!” you laughed, trying to move back, but he grabbed your fingers with his, not letting you.

“So tell me how far did you two go? Is he fine with fucking his brothers ex-wife’s daughter? Is he as kinky as you are?” he chuckled but seemed serious.

“We didn’t fuck, please stop! Just maybe…” you almost began speaking, when he stopped moving, turning on a full on serious mode and making you shy. Johnny was the one to talk about his sex experiences, you weren’t a big fan of that.

“Maybe what?” his body hovered over you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of his heavy body against your stomach.

“I don’t want to talk about it in detail. You’re better at this!” you pushed him off you, taking a normal breath.

“You were just fine talking about in detail when that guy wanted ana…” you closed his mouth with your palm.

“There’s a big difference between wanting something and doing it! Plus I told you this when I was drunk!“

“But you did do it.” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you whined, feeling heat crawl over your face “I thought we agreed to never bring this up!”

“It’s just you and me, no one else heard of it anyway.”

“I’m getting cold sweats.”

“Why? Want to do it again? Or did Jinyoung do it? Getting cold sweats at the new memories?” he laughed.

“I knew if I’d just open my mouth you’ll bully the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I just thought you trust me, I won’t force it.” he laid back down on his side of the bed.

“Okay.” you nodded your head, closing your eyes to rest after your little fight. “So were you crying every evening for real?”

“Dude, yes. Every time you ignored my messages for more than 3 minutes. At least now I know it wasn’t because you hated me, it’s because you were sucking your uncle’s dick.” he laughed loudly, making you jump up.

“You little shit!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow onto his head, trying real hard to choke him.

“So you’re not saying you didn’t?” He was trying to fight back so you sat atop of his stomach, pushing onto it harder than before.

Phone ringing stopped your act, making your eyes land on the device. “Sieun” you read out loud. “Why Sieun is calling you?” you asked confused, finally realising that Johnny’s hands were holding onto your thighs.

“Fuck.” he exclaimed, letting go of you, throwing the pillow away, making you fall off him too in one swift motion. He picked up the phone and ran out of the room immediately.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself, debating if you should eavesdrop or not. Unfortunately, he came back much quicker than you expected, having his normal face expression.

“So…? Want to tell me why my best friend called you…? Or maybe since when you have her phone number…? Or maybe what you talked about that couldn’t be discussed in front of me…?” you asked all those questions getting flashbacks of the night three months ago when he asked you if he could sleep with her. “What the hell, Johnny?” you sat up on your knees, squinting your eyes.

“Oh, that, I can’t tell you.” he chuckled and booped your nose like you’re a puppy.

“My birthday gift..? You’re joining forces to set me a killer party?” he bit his cheek giving away that you guessed it right.

“I’m not saying.” he shook his head no, sitting on his bed.

“Okay, I’ll ask her.” you shrugged.

“Wait, so can you give me your new fuck friends phone number? I know you’d like to sit on his dick on your birthday.”

“Fuck. Off.” you sighed, closing your eyes with your hands.

“Oh, Y/n, I love you too.” he laughed, finally letting you breathe.

-

to: John

“did you find a girl you’ll fuck on Saturday?”

from: John

“I rarely find them prior.”

“Why?”

“You got someone?”

to: John

“It’s just that I’m going to take Sieun with us, she said she’ll probably bring a guy over…”

from: John

“she will?” his message came through quicker than the one you were typing.

to: John

“Oh Johnny, please don’t cry right in the middle of a club when you’ll see her with someone.”

“When I’ll die, I’ll write in my will that you can fuck her freely.”

from: John

“you want me to bring some1 just bc she’s bringing some1?”

to: John

“No, maybe I’ll bring someone too. I just kindly thought of you in advance.”

from: John

“do I know him?”

to: John

“not sure.”

from: John

“tell me the name?”

to: John

“you’ll see with your eyes in two days.”

“I can’t know every person you know.”

from: John

“k, I’ll think what can I do to not bother you.”

to: John

“you’re my otl how can you bother me TTTTTTT”

from: John

“bye!” you chuckled, throwing your phone to the side of your table, getting back to work.

-

“Looking good, Y/n!” Johnny said looking you up while you were walking towards him.

“You too.” you smiled at him, taking in his handsome face. Johnny’s casual partying attire was on - a shirt tucked into pants, hair perfectly styled yet, before he drinks enough to become an even bigger flirt than he already is.

“I see nothing worked out, you’re alone.” you sighed, looking around the entrance of the club.

“I see nothing worked out for you too?” he laughed but stopped when noticed you didn’t laugh with him.

“He’s just parking his car, I saw you lonely thought I’ll make you company.” you smiled, making your lips into a thin line.

“Okay okay, I’m excited to see the guy. A car, plus you’re all dressed up for him. Is his dick that big?” he asked suddenly, turning his head to you and waiting for your reply. You were about to punch him, swallowing a chuckle.

“Well, no one complained before so I guess you could say that.” you widened your eyes, looking behind Johnny. Jinyoung stood there invisible to your eyes for a couple of seconds due to their height differences.

“Huh?” Johnny turned around with a grin, wiping it off his face the second his eyes ran over Jinyoungs face. He probably recognised him. “Is that the person you said you’ll bring over?” you wondered how did he not get a whiplash from turning his head to you this quickly.

“Yeah.” you nodded shamefully, feeling bad for not telling him earlier.

“You’re Johnny, right? I remember you from when the both of you were so young and would hang out on the backyard of my parents house on the weekends every time they had those gatherings.”

“You weren’t much older, Jinyoung.” you chuckled, smiling like an idiot. You opened your eyes, seeing a question on Johnny’s face, wiping the smile away.

“Right.” he smiled at you and you stuck. Johnnys cough took you from Jinyoungs gaze.

“So you’re Jinyoung, the uncle? What happened in your life you ended up dating your niece?”

“I see you became the funny guy?” Jinyoung seemed unaffected with Johnny, you sighed, but still stared at him with a death glare, but he didn’t dare to look at you.

“We’re not dating, Johnny. He’s not my uncle too. I just invited him to hang out with us today since it turns out he lives not far from you.” you smiled kindly finally seeing Johnny’s eyes on you.

“But didn’t you…” you pinched his hand as soon as he opened his mouth, not letting him finish whatever sentence he was ready to say.

“I’ll kindly ask you to change the topic before I punch your teeth out.” you threatened, letting go of him, getting a light chuckle from Jinyoung.

“Okay, okay.” he rolled his eyes focusing on something. “Oh, Sieun, you’re finally here, thank god.” he sighed.

“Oh, you’re Jinyoung, right? Nice to meet you.” she bowed politely, looking over you three, shaking hands with Jinyoung.

“You know him?” Johnny asked confused.

“Well, Y/n told me.” she looked confused.

“You told her but didn’t tell me? How come she knows that you’re with him and I don’t?!” he furrowed his eyebrows, leaning closer to you, as if you weren’t able to hear him.

“Sieuna, where’s your friend?” you ignored him, asking.

“Oh, that, never mind, he dumped me.” she looked over at Johnny, probably asking him internally why was he alone too but he was too dumb to guess it.

“I think we can go? D’you know by any chance anyone in there?” you asked Johnny and turned to the entrance. Sieun and Johnny moved towards the entrance too. You wanted to turn around to see where Jinyoung was, feeling his fingers fall onto your waist the next second.

“I guess there could be someone inside I know.” Johnny turned around to you, lifting his arm to put over your neck like he usually did, noticing Jinyoungs hand on your waist. He tried to hide his awkwardness but couldn’t make it slide unnoticed by you. He scratched his neck with that hand, hiding it in the pocket the next moment.

-

“Excuse me, I need to tell you something.” Johnny chimed into your conversation with Jinyoung, grabbing your wrist and pulling you from him before you could even realise.

“Whats so urgent?” you pulled your hand form his hold, taking a step from him.

“When you were planning to tell me!?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re with him?”

“Maybe because I was expecting you saying dumb shit about him being my uncle?”

“But he fucking is!”

“He fucking was! And for how long? For three fucking years, when we were 10, how does that even count? You were ready to slide your hands down your cousins panties when she came to your family house after a glow up. And she is your blood related relative. Jinyoung is just a guy I like, that’s it, nothing mo…” he stopped you half way through the sentence.

“So you like him and all that?”

“Yes I do, what’s wrong with that?” you furrowed your eyebrows. Johnny’s eyes ran over the club, coming back to you.

“I don’t think he’s a great match to you.”

“Why?” you tried to hear him out at least.

“He seems to be the slug that fucks everyone that comes to his lectures in skirts above the knee.”

“Oh, Johnny, drop it, he’s not.”

“Did he tell you this?” he leaned in.

“No, I just know. He’s a nice person. He’s not into one night stands. If he was, he would’ve not reached out to me after we came back to city.”

“So you did sleep with him on that trip?”

“No, I meant that it’s fucked to have one time sex with someone you know.”

“Exactly. Don’t do dumb things.”

“It’s not one time, even if we’ll sleep with him.”

“So he likes you too and you’re already planning your little children?”

“I don’t know, he’s just nice. If something will happen, I’ll make sure you find out about it 4th.”

“Why 4th?”

“Sieun will have to hear about it before you.” you laughed and left him standing alone.

“What happened?” Jinyoung’s low voice and hot breath next to your ear made you shiver.

“Just typical Johnny.” you shook your head, trying to get the conversation out of your head.

“I’m surprised you two are still as unbreakable as ever.” he smiled and you felt your insides clench.

“I don’t want to talk about Johnny, let’s talk about you.” you tilted your head as if you were a curious puppy. He chuckled lowly and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Want a drink?” you suggested, moving your body closer to the edge of the seat, reaching out to a bottle that was standing there.

“I drove us here, remember?”

“Fuck.” you sighed, pouring dark liquid into the glass and then emptying it with one gulp. “So you’re the hot responsible guy?” you leaned in to him.

“Maybe.” he grinned, making you feel his hands on your waist and cheek.

“How did you end up being a professor?”

“I always liked literature and then it just happened. I thought you knew I liked books.” he moved you closer, breathing in your air. His hand slowly moved from your waist to your butt. You felt warmth spread over your body. You were ready to burn just from this.

“In fact I did know that.” you smiled and turned more to him, making him lean against the seat freely and caress your butt more. “Does every professor look like this or you’re the finest one?” you brushed your lips against his, he smirked, not replying. “If I’ll come over, promise to fuck me over your working table.”

“A suggestion I have to decline.” his fingers ran over your cheek making you shiver.

“Why?” you pouted.

“Responsibilities.” his eyes ran over your face.

“But will you fuck me in the bathroom of this club?”

“Okay.” he replied quickly, smashing his mouth against yours.

-

Jinyoungs hand gripped tightly onto you, walking you right to where he guessed was bathroom. Your eyes were pierced onto his back trying to contain your excitement. The door was surprisingly open, and he pulled you in there, locking it afterwards.

“You’re for real going to do it?” you bit your lip when you felt his fingers run through your collarbone.

“We’re going to do it.” he looked you in the eyes, walking towards you, making you hit the sink with your butt.

“What about responsibilities?” you asked, feeling his fingers on your butt. “What if your students are in here?” he sat you on the sink, placing himself between your legs. You ran your fingers down his chest, swiping them through his stomach, to get to his bulge. Flexing your fingers around him, you lifted your head up, noticing him watch your actions. “I wish the floor of this bathroom wasn’t this nasty, you’re missing out on the best head of your life.” you smiled, sliding your hand up and down.

His hand moved lower from your collarbone to your chest, forcing the dress you wore reveal one of your breasts in one quick motion. He squeezed it with his hand, staring you in the eyes. Your hand stroked him properly now and you were waiting for him to finally do something to you, feeling him harden under your touch. A knock on the door made you jump, while Jinyoung didn’t even flinch.

“Fuck, we’re short on time.” he said suddenly, letting go of you. His palm found yours, pulling you off the sink. “Turn around.” the commanding tone of his voice made you want to moan.

You did as he pleased, watching his actions in the mirror. His fingers moved lightly, leaving featherlight touches on your skin and moving your hair to one side. His lips left wet kisses on your shoulder, hugging your waist tightly with one hand, and playing with your nipple with the other. Your hips jerked against his, wishing to feel more of him. When his lips reached the crook of your neck, you moved your head to the side, giving him more access, but he refused, letting go of you completely. You opened your eyes, that you didn’t even realise you closed, to see him. You watched him squat behind you, feeling his hands run down your sides. Jinyoung disappeared from the mirror, only making you guess what he’ll do with his skin on yours. His fingers ran over the hem of your dress, sliding it up your butt, pushing with his fingers at the small of your back to bent you a little. You felt his mouth on your butt cheeks, kissing and licking, not even touching you properly and making you go crazy already. You tried to contain yourself feeling his fingers run behind material of your underwear, running them through your folds.

“Fuck, I thought I’ll need to make you wet, but you’re already.” he almost whispered but you still heard it, as if you suddenly got tunnel hearing just for him. His thumb slipped, making three light moves over your clit and leaving you disappointed. You were trying to remember the last time you were turned on like that in the bathroom of a club, or turned on like that at all.

You felt him stand up behind you, finally seeing him in the mirror again. His hands caressed your butt once more, hooking his fingers over your underwear and pulling it down. Helping you to get out of it, you watched him put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Your eyes were pierced to his concentrated face, you thought suddenly that he looked like he was in the middle of a lecture. You could hear his zipper getting undone, hearing the so familiar sound of a condom packaging. You bit your lip thinking how he planned to get inside of you tonight too.

“No need in this.” you spoke, catching his eyes in the reflection.

“Okay.” he nodded and pulled you against his body, making you feel his cock press against your skin. You suddenly felt like you could come just from this. “Should I ask you if you’re clean? You seem too comfortable in this position in a clubs bathroom.”

“Are you trying to accuse me in being a slut?” you whispered into his mouth, pumping his cock, trying to bend your neck enough to kiss him.

“I’m just trying to be responsible.” he craned his neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“I wouldn’t lie to a family member if I had STDs.” you joked suddenly and felt his hand slide to rub your clit.

“Fuck you.” he whispered.

“Yes, please, do that.” you moaned, guiding his cock to your entrance. You had to let go of him, bending over the sink and making more space between your legs for him.

You felt him against your entrance, sliding the tip of his cock up and down against you, finally slipping inside of you a little to adjust. You moved your butt in a moment, telling him to get deeper, telling him to move. You felt his hand on your shoulder blade, gripping and you felt him go deep. You felt him fill you up too perfectly for it to actually be true.

“Fuck.” you sighed.

“I know.” he moved back only to make his hips slap against yours the next second. When it seemed like you were fine with the movement, he began doing it again and again, finding his own pace and rhythm. You found it overwhelming but giving the circumstances you knew he had to get it off quickly, he already took too long before fucking you for a bathroom quickie. His hand moved to your neck, making your head get up to see him in the mirror. You could see his eyes get darker and you could see a little droplet of sweat form between his brows. He was so focused on your lower back, or you guessed he was focused on where your bodies connected. His other hand found your throbbing clit, working magic on it while his other hand pulled your body a bit up. The new angle made a loud moan escape your throat. The feelings this new position made you feel were overwhelming, you felt like he began moving his hips even quicker, making you wonder if he could rip something inside of you if he’d go just a tiny bit quicker. He felt too thick and too exciting to take in your mouth, you suddenly thought.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, make me cum.” you moaned when he bottomed out, slowing for a moment, before his hips began slapping against yours loudly.

Jinyoungs hand moved your body against his, holding you by the waist. His chin rested against your neck, making you focus your vision on your reflection, seeing his eyes being focused on your breasts. His hair became wet from sweat over his hairline and you were about to cum just from the way he stared at you. You felt him find the right spot, twitching in his arms like a crazy worm.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, fuck, yes, don’t stop.” your hand hooked over his neck giving you more support against his body. He moved his finger, you felt like on purpose, making you lose the built up orgasm.

Another knock on the door made you shiver. “Fuck off.” Jinyoung whispered under his breath. You felt his hips begin to lose rhythm, feeling his hand get back to the spot that made you see stars.

Your free hand grabbed onto his hand, pressing it harder against your clit. You cried out loud, feeling too overwhelmed and clenching over him uncontrollably, moving his hand away from your clit, being surprised at how easily he obeyed. You felt him cum inside of you, gripping onto your breast so harshly you knew you’d see a full handprint of his on it tomorrow. His hips jerked couple more times, before his high left him, getting his hand back over you. He didn’t slip out of you, making you move your hips all over, while he was rubbing his fingers against you. Your hand was holding onto his palm so tightly you wondered how could he still move it. You squeezed your eyes, but his teeth bit your shoulder.

“Look me in the eyes.” he said simply and you put everything in you to do as he pleased.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, I can’t, I can’t anymore.” you cried, bending your knees and clenching over his, now soft, cock.

“Then cum.”

“I want kisses.” you moaned and felt his lips on your neck for a slight second. You opened your eyes wider when you realised he teased. “One more, please, I need it.” you cried when you felt the wave of heat run through your body before he could even place his lips against your neck. He watched you calm down for what felt like forever, finally leaving you empty and putting his pants back on. He moved so smoothly you wondered how many times he did that in his life, being the one to accuse you in being too comfortable. His hands turned you around, reaching out to the toilet paper that thankfully was there. He helped you clean up, sliding your dress back down your legs, and putting it over your chest. His fingers quickly slipped between yours, making your heart flutter. Before he only held your hand, not intertwining your fingers. He turned around, reaching out to the lock on the door.

“Wait, my underwear?” you pulled him towards you but he didn’t stop, quickly opening the door to a couple swearing at you for taking forever. “Jinyoung?” you pulled onto his hand again, him walking you now not towards where you left from, but some weird dark corner.

His body hovered over you, running his fingers over your hands.

“What?” he looked at you and pecked your lips suddenly.

“Won’t you give it back?” your hands ran over his shoulders, hugging his neck.

“No.” he shook his head cutely.

“Why?”

“If you’ll have it on, how am I going to do this?” he asked as if he genuinely wondered, moving his fingers past the hem of your dress, and diving his fingers between your folds. You felt arousal immediately.

“Please.”

“What?”

“Make me cum again.” you moved your face closer to his, sucking on his tongue.

“Right here?” he asked, running his thumb over your clit.

“Yes.” you moaned into his mouth, feeling his other hand slide down to hold on to the hem of your dress.

You appreciated the gesture, making sure you’re not showing off your private parts to the whole club. His fingers rubbed against you before he felt you cum, and his tongue licked through your mouth before he could feel your breath get to normal.

“What do I look like?” you asked him, feeling your face burn and knowing you’re probably a mess.

“Sexy.” he said quickly, running his eyes over your face and tugging you to walk back behind him.

Johnny sat on the seat you left all by himself.

“Where have you been? I looked everywhere for you.” he probably recognised you by your legs, raising his head and stopping his talking. “What’s up with you? Did you fuck in the bathroom?” he made a face as if you told him you ate dog shit.

“Huh? No, I was just dancing. He wouldn’t do that anyway, he’s too responsible.” you looked over at Jinyoung, sitting yourself next to Johnny cross-legged, feeling Jinyoungs palm rest against your knee the next second.

-

“Thank god, I thought you were dead.” Johnny was loud for the after party morning. He walked quickly through the door, placing himself on your barstool. “Why you opened the door so slowly?” he turned around, noticing you barely walk back to him. Your entire existence felt sore, though you would lie if you’d say it wasn’t the type of sore you liked. Vivid images of Jinyoung making you cum three more times in your bed last night made your ears turn the darkest shade of pink. “You’re okay?” Johnny asked worriedly, when you finally made it to him.

“Yeah, totally.” you nodded enthusiastically, sitting yourself on the stool next to him and jumping back up immediately “I’ll get myself water, do you want some?” a lame excuse was the only thing that came into your mind.

“No, I’m fine.” he said and you nodded, filling up the glass. “You left so quickly yesterday and didn’t even tell me.” he watched you walk back to him. “Wait, I think water’s running in the bathroom?” Johnny’s hand pointed towards the room.

“Yeah, Jinyoung’s in there.” you nodded and sipped on your drink, resting your elbows against the bar to not sit.

“He’s…? You let him stay…?”

“Yeah…? Why are you so surprised?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I’m actually surprised from yesterday. Since you invited him, then disappeared to “dance”” he drew fake brackets in the air with his fingers, “and then just disappeared? And now he’s here and you didn’t make him leave the second he came.”

“Maybe the issue’s that he didn’t cum?” you chuckled, knowing too damn well he did. “You know, life’s more than sex. We were discussing books and things, you know I can read and speak.” you drank “Can you?” you stared at him, having his eyes pierced back at you. “Guess you not.” you chuckled seeing Johnnys eyes run down your face.

“Yeah, marks on you make me believe for sure you were discussing books.” he chuckled and seemed annoyed. You wanted to jump up to him and hug his neck until he stopped being annoyed and grumpy, but you heard foot steps and the both of you turned to look at Jinyoung.

Oh god, did he have to be this mind blowing?

He walked out with his hair wet and brushed back from the shower he took, white shirt in his fist, torso on full display for you and Johnny to see, showing off every mark you left on him yesterday in agony. Even though he clearly used the towel, his abs still glistened a little with water and you were ready to jump up on him right then and there. He noticed Johnny and didn’t even flinch, putting the shirt on.

“Hi.” he spoke to Johnny, walking over to you. “Do you live together?” Jinyoung asked you and sat on the stool that was meant to be yours.

“No, he just came to…actually why you came?” you turned your head to Johnny, straightening your back. Jinyoung placed his hand on the low of your back, allowing for you to lean against him.

“I called and texted, you never replied. I had to check if you were at least alive.”

“I am, barely, but I am.” you giggled, feeling Jinyoungs fingers run down the back of your leg.

“Hm…” Johnny‘s eyes ran over the room, stopping on Jinyoung, that calmly took your glass of water and drank from it. “I actually wanted to talk.” you knew he wanted for Jinyoung to leave, but you wanted the opposite.

“Call me later, I’ll tell when I’m free.” You nodded, expecting for him to get up to leave, but he just kept looking at Jinyoung.

“Actually, I’ll leave.” you heard Jinyoungs voice next to your ear, turning your head to face him.

“No, stay.” you whined and felt dumb for doing it in front of Johnny.

“No, but I really have to go, I have to prepare…for work.” he paused before finishing the sentence.

“You wanted to say lecture?” you chuckled and he nodded. “Sexy.” you leaned in, whispering into his lips before kissing him quickly. Johnny sighed so loudly you thought you were deafened by it. “I can make you coffee and then you’ll go.”

“It’s okay.” Jinyoung smiled and let go of you, getting back to your room.

“You can make me coffee.” Johnny chimed in, raising his hand.

“Do it yourself.” you rolled your eyes, sitting on the stool and closing your eyes in pain afterwards.

Johnny actually stood up, getting himself a cup and starting the machine that was standing on the counter.

“You want one?”

“Yeah, thanks.” you nodded, seeing Jinyoung come out again fully dressed.

You made a sad face, extending your hands to him, as he walked. His hand grabbed yours, walking you to the exit of your own apartment. You watched him put his shoes on, chewing onto your lip the whole time.

You heard Johnny turn the machine on, making everything that you said unheard for him.

“I will miss you.” you sighed and rubbed his hair lightly while he squatted, finishing lacing his second shoe.

“Me too.” he smiled and stood up. “I’ll call.” you nodded, expanding your hands to hug him. Jinyoung leaned in, hugging you by your shoulder blades.

“But honestly.” you whispered into his ear, wondering if you should tell him this or not. He wasn’t the first one to wake up in your bed and never see you ever again. You knew better than falling in love with someone just after this. Yes, you knew him for ages, and yes, he did message you before this for a week and even before that, back at your family trip last month, he did seem like he was interested for more than a make out, but you still didn’t want to cross boundaries just in case. You’ve met a dozen of flirtatious guys that never had any intentions other than fucking. And Jinyoung, he never even spoke about your relationship, friendship or whatever it was. There still was a chance he wanted to be maybe fuck buddies? You knew better than falling in love with someone just after sex at the club, but knowing better didn’t mean not doing it. You were already head over heals for him the second his tongue ran over your pulse point in the hotel last month. And all of this, it only made you more excited and hopeful. “If you thought of this as a great opportunity to just hook up, you can tell me freely, I’m totally fine with it.” you chuckled, trying to sound careless. For the first time in your life you were trying to be what you usually were, when you’d not care at all what the guy was about to tell you.

“But did you?” he moved back, looking you in the eyes. You bit onto your lower lip, staring him in the eyes quietly. “I didn’t.” he said and leaned in to savour the taste of your lips.

“I didn’t too.” you found it important to let him know, leaning back in to kiss him one more time.

“Bye.” his thumb ran over your cheek, pecking the corner of your lips.

“Bye.” you smiled and felt him let go of you and actually leave your apartment.

-

“And we’ll never hear of him again.” Johnny chuckled as you walked back into the kitchen.

“Huh?”

“Your dear uncle Jinyoung, poor guy don’t know how you do them.” he grinned widely and moved the cup of coffee closer to you.

“And how I do them?” you genuinely wanted to hear it, skipping the dumb joke he made.

“Make them drool, make them cum, make them leave.” three simple steps that seemed amusing to Johnny. Hearing about it like that made you feel bad.

“Doesn’t it remind you of someone?” you sipped on the drink he made.

“No…?” he seemed to be really thinking hard about it. “Who?”

“You, Johnny. Don’t you remember how you told me sex with no commitment is the best thing on earth. How you poured vodka into my cup and made me sleep with a guy that I didn’t even know of, but could never forget now. His name is Sungjae, I’m not sure he even remembers me now, or remembered me the next morning, but I do remember him, because he is someone that took my virginity. And every time, for my entire life, when I was in girls company, I’d listen to romantic stories of them losing their virginity to their first boyfriends, while my story consist of ‘my best friend told me when I turned 17 that being a virgin at my age is shameful and I had to fuck someone as soon as possible, he brought a guy he kind of knew to the party, told him to do the deal, and poured vodka into my cup. I don’t remember much, but I didn’t feel turned on even a little, the guy was meant to be a sex pro but acted more like a fucking stick. It wasn’t just pain from the first time, it was torture in general, that lasted what felt like 30 seconds, I don’t even know who took who’s virginity, and then he came, threw up and passed out. I woke up in my best friends bed the next day to a specially prepared cake that said ‘welcome to the slut club’ and got a pep talk on how to fuck with no feelings as a bonus birthday gift. End of story.” you clapped your hands.

“Don’t say it like it’s the worst thing that happened in your life? Yes, maybe I did fuck up with the guy, but I wanted the best for you.”

“Johnny, nothings shameful with being a virgin at 17, if I never listened, maybe I would’ve loved someone or was loved by someone by now. But now I’ve been it this slut club for 10 years and never even felt love? No one loved me, no one had sex with me because they liked me for real, no one ever talked to me? It all happened afterwards, after they made me choke on their dick, they would go suddenly ‘you’re the best head, want to date?’ Who the fuck suggests to date like that? Only sick pricks, and sick pricks is everything you’re able to get at the club.”

“Why are we having this conversation suddenly?” Johnny gulped. “I thought you were satisfied with your life? Is that him? Did he tell you something?”

“No, Johnny, it’s scarier, he made me feel something, and I don’t want him to act the way I usually do.” you shook your head, trying to stop yourself. “So how did your evening go?” you opened your eyes wider, trying to smile.

“No, wait, let’s talk about you, did he tell you something…?”

“No.”

“Good.” he nodded as if he was relieved.

“Why you never want me to be happy?” you felt lost.

“I meant something like it was a one time thing, come on, I’m not that mean.”

“No, he said it isn’t. I believe him.” you sighed and stared into nothing.

“Okay…”

“So what’s up with you?” you moved your eyes back to him.

“I left with Sieun, the taxi driver drove to hers and then mine, I just went to bed.” you nodded at his words, not really listening. “There’s a party tomorrow, I know you’d like to go. There’s this guy I told you about, he’ll come, I know for sure you’ll get along with him.”

“No, I won’t come.”

“Why? Oh, you can not reply. Your professor, right?” he chuckled.

“Yes.”

“So you’re not going to sleep with anyone and wait for his call? I’m sure he won’t call you, don’t act like a fool. Aren’t we way past getting attached after sex?”

“I want to be attached. I want to be obsessed and I want to call you crying and I want to stay faithful to him even if you think it’s silly and he don’t even need it. I want all of it because I want all of him. Johnny.” you stood up, running over to your best friend, and hugging his waist, resting your head on his chest. “I love him.” you sighed into his chest, hugging his waist tightly but imagining in your head it was Jinyoung. “I’m crazily in love with him, let’s pray he at least likes me?” you moved your head back up to look Johnny in the eyes.

“Yes, let’s hope he at least likes you.” he chuckled but it sounded too forced, pushing you to lay your head against him once again.

-

“Nice seeing you.” Jinyoung grinned, watching you walk towards him.

“It’s a pleasure, professor.” you curtsied, chuckling, and felt his hand over your neck, pulling you in for a hug.

“Love seeing you in a good mood.” he chuckled.

“I’m freezing.” you so should’ve worn the sweater you debated and decided not to. Autumn vibes were spreading over the city, turning leaves yellow. “Why did you have to ask me out this late?” you moved back to see his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I had lectures till late today, but really wanted to see you anyway.”

“Okay, forgiven.” you chuckled.

“Suddenly?”

“Well, because lectures being the reason you couldn’t see me earlier is sexy. And maybe because I like the idea of you wanting to see me no matter what.” you bent your neck to the side, smiling at him. “But I’m cold so if you wanted to fuck you need to move before I freeze to death.” you bit your lip, feeling his eyes run over your face. Since that night at the club, he did invite you over to his place on multiple occasions.

He didn’t lie saying he’ll call, and he did so the next evening and talked to you for hours. In all those years you never heard Jinyoung talk as much as he did that evening, and then he called another day, asked you to come over and fucked you like no one ever did. Since back then he’d ask you over more nights than not, always ending the evening inside of you. You’d spend evenings staring at your phone in hopes of seeing his texts.

/“Oh, shit. It’s already 10, I have to run back home. I’m sorry John.” you pouted and stood up.

“Huh?” he looked genuinely surprised. “Since when ten is time to run back home?” he sat up after your body weight stopped pressing him down to the couch.

“I just thought of starting running before work, I have to at least try, once.” you giggled, lowering your eyes onto the phone, where the message by Jinyoung was eating you alive ‘want to see me?’.

“Okay.” Johnny stood up and you blocked your phone immediately. “Let me know if you’ll fail.” he chuckled and walked you out./

“It’s actually not that.” light smile ran over his lips and he let go of you. “I just wanted to see you.”

“No sex?” you tried to not sound too surprised. Through the month he never spoke once about the relationship you had or tried to name it, he made it very physical, calling you over only to get inside of you. You knew you put yourself in a hard position, running to him after a single message, always making time for him and dropping everything there is to drop just to see him. You loved the idea of spending nights in his arms. You loved the idea of feeling his arms wrapped around your waist at nights, and you loved him. The more distant he acted in the morning, the more tears you dropped onto your pillow that night. You hated the fact you were falling for him and he liked it because it was just sex for him. You hated how you woke up before him, just to stare at his sleeping face, you hated how you told yourself you won’t come again, but then was at his door 15 minutes after his message. You hated yourself for having mental block for sharing your feelings. You wished you could just tell him you liked him and see his reaction. You hated how he’d ask you jokingly with how many other guys you had sex this week and you’d always tell him a random number instead of shoving your pride up your ass and telling him he’s the only one you’re seeing. You were scared to tell him that because you were scared he’d tell you something like ‘I’m sorry, but I do sleep with other girls actually.’

“I can’t see you without sex?” his hand held your freezing one, hiding it in his jackets pocket.

“You just never did.”

“Well, today I wanted to just take a walk with you, but I guess you never heard of weather forecasts and don’t know how to pick clothes according to weather.”

“Don’t be a grumpy granddad.” you hugged his arm that he hid in the pocket.

“I’m not, it’s just that the one time I tried ,you couldn’t wear proper clothes.”

“Tried what?” it felt like your legs turned into jelly, did he try to tell you he tried to take you out… a date?

“Tried to not act like an ungrateful dickhead that only needs sex.” disappointment spread over your body.

“It’s fine though, it’s not like I’m not used to this type of relationship.” you sighed and felt the urge to go home.

“Yeah, that’s something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Yeah…?”

“Our relationship, we need to talk about it, since you know, we never did…?”

“Okay…” he kept on walking, staring into the darkness of the street.

“I don’t want to talk about it while you’re turning into a frozen figure.” he chuckled. “Want to go somewhere?” he finally turned to face you.

“I didn’t actually think you’ll take me anywhere except for your bed… I’m not looking good to go anywhere. We can have this conversation another time.” you stopped walking, forcing for him to stop in front of you. You leaned in, trying to feel his lips on yours.

“No, but I really wanted to talk about it. I can say it right here too.” you stood back straight. Feeling fear spread over your body, suddenly making your entire body feel too warm. “I wanted to tell you this way back then, but was kind of… scared?” his eyes ran all over.

“You have a wife and three little kids? And I was your mistress this whole time?” you giggled and internally slapped yourself for making that joke.

“No, please be serious for at least once.” his eyes finally focused on yours and you were about to burn alive.

“I’m sorry.” you said silently.

“I know, you’re not into this type of thing, I’m probably asking for too much and we never discussed this before, we actually never discussed our relationship at all, but I wanted to ask you to not sleep with anyone else if you’re sleeping with me.” he sounded too stressed and insecure. You were about to vomit because him saying that it’s too much to ask, him thinking you’re not ‘into this type of thing’ was so wrong.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else, I like you too much, I want to be with you.” you tried to say but everything that came out of your throat was a loud sigh.

“Is that a no?” he added.

“I… Like being exclusive friends with benefits?” you asked.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking, I know I’m just one of the guys you sleep with, but…” he coughed and paused. You wondered if his heart was beating as fast as yours. You could practically hear it in your ears. There were two options of what he could say, one would make you cry happily and the other one would just make you cry. You felt his warm fingers find yours, intertwining them. His eyes pierced into yours that began watering from intense staring. “I don’t want you sleeping with anyone else but me. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you. I don’t want to force you into a relationship, I don’t want to scare you away with commitments and asking you to be more than that. If you’ll give me at least that, I might be able to contain myself and go on.”

“But I’m not scared of commitment?” you blinked multiple times, feeling tears pinching your nose.

“You’re not?” he asked confused and you nodded your head no. “Then…but why…? Huh?” his eyes ran over your face in confusion. “Please tell me I understood you right and you will be my girlfriend?” fear spread over his eyes while he waited for your reply.

You let go of his hands, pausing just for a second, before you wrapped your hands around his neck and forced him to lean in. You nodded your head, intertwining your lips in the softest kiss possible.

“Wait.” he pulled you back. “I want to hear it.”

“I will be your girlfriend.” you chuckled and wiped your tears, pulling him in again. He kissed you back, letting go of you quickly.

“I have to take care of my girlfriend now, let’s go back home, I don’t want you to get sick on the first day of our relationship.” he pecked your lips, grabbing your hand in his and beginning to run towards your house. You had to run with him, feeling like a squeezed lemon by the time you reached your apartment.

“It feels so nice.” Jinyoung murmured, rubbing his cheek against the skin of your chest.

“What feels nice?” you chuckled.

“Just laying in bed with you after work, not pretending I want sex.” his lips left a tiny kiss on your skin.

“So you just pretended?” you chuckled and ran your fingers over his hair.

“First of all I just wanted to see you, and then, after you began stroking me, I obviously wanted you too. You’re a great seducer.” he lifted his head, rolling over to his back and pulling you on top of him.

“Don’t tell me you asked me to be with you just because of that.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“No, why?”

“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame.”

“I wanted to be with you before I had sex with you.”

“But after you made me cum at the trip?” you chuckled.

“Maybe before that…?” he smiled.

“Since I was a little girl in your backyard? You pervert.” you laughed and kissed him.

“Maybe a bit later.” he laughed.

“I wanted to be with you since I saw your cock.” your hand ran over his stomach.

“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame though?” he repeated your words.

“It’s not sex, it’s my imagination. I just imagined it in my mouth and since then I knew it’s the only one I want to suck on.”

“Disgusting.” his face expression changed.

“You’re the first guy that finds discussions of me sucking him off disgusting.”

“Not the discussion, the fact I thought there was something more than that and was wrong.” he moved you to the side, turning his back to you, hiding his entire body under your blanket.

“Jinyoung.” you whined. “Turn around.” you crawled half of your body over his and hugged him. “There is more.” you sighed, moving the blanket off his shoulders. Resting your head against his neck and cheek, you began speaking again. “I like that you’re smart, but still funny. I love how you can be a grumpy granddad and then act like a little boy three second later. I love your confidence in everything you do, I love how calm you are, and how excited you make me with everything you do. I love that you’re a professor in literature, I love the shape of your lips and I love the whiskers on your face when you smile after I said something dumb. I love that you care more about me than anyone else ever did. I love the fact you want to be with me. I love the idea of you being the first guy that seem to be interested in me for the first time in my entire life, even though I’m this old you are the first one. And I love the fact that I can put my guard done with you, but it’s still not working out completely for me. I’m scared but I’m trying, I’m sorry in advance I’ll say dumb things like what I just said about sucking you off. I have to get used that it’s not the only thing you want from me, I’m sorry about that. I like you, very much. I don’t know why I told you I slept with other guys too, but I didn’t. Ever since we slept for the first time, the only place I went to was Johnny’s, we only watched TV and then I went back home. I never wanted anyone since I had you because I really really liked you. And even if you say it’s dumb, on top of everything, I find you caring for me sexy, you’re sexy, even if you’re annoyed by that I have to tell you I find you that.” you stopped and waited for any reaction from him. He probably waited to make sure you were done, turning around. He hovered over you for real this time, pressing you down into your bed.

“I don’t know what was going on in your life this whole time, but now you’re my baby, you never have to hide your feelings, you never have to play pretend and act like a fool. I like you no matter what and will take everything and anything you have in store for me. I love you, you’re my human now.” he leaned in and kissed you. You hugged his neck tightly, not willing to let go of him “But you so should’ve not acted like you sleep with anyone else, your words really made me think I meant nothing to you.” he stared at you and kissed again.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know if you slept with anyone else too.”

“We’re dumbheads.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, and you’re professor here.” he rolled his eyes and kissed you softly again. “Can you say that again?”

“What?” he asked confused.

“What you said about me?”

“That you’re my human?” you shook you’re head ‘no’. “That you’re my baby?” you grinned widely, looking like a satisfied cat and nodded. “You’re my baby.” he said and you felt your heart flutter.

“Is it okay I’ll ask you to say it every five minutes?” you chuckled.

“Yes baby.”

“Fuck.” you sighed, feeling warmth spread over your body.

“What?”

“It’s the best feeling I ever felt.” you smiled, rubbing your cheek against his.

“What, even better than when I make you cum?” he chuckled and you slapped his shoulder.

“I thought no more sex related jokes.”

“But I’m not joking, I’m asking for scientific reasons.”

“Maybe on the same level.” you smiled and bit your lip.

“Noted.” he chuckled.

-

I hope you like the first chapter of this fic !! please let me know <3

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[strawberrynamjoon]

farmer boy, i love you

– Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

– Genre: farming!au, lowkey e2l, smut, humor & tons of nagging

– Word count: 35k

– Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

– Warnings: includes smut, alcohol and mentions death of a father

– A/N: this is a rewritten edition of a fic i already posted before when i was still writing for got7 but i loved it too much to let it go <3

– Disclaimer: This is not proofread because I was too lazy, so you might find a few mistakes!

Walking the long but yet very pretty way towards the small village that, from today on, was supposed to be your new home you felt a bit indifferent. While you were convinced that it was time for you to start a new chapter of your life you still couldn’t help but feel anxious about taking such a big step.

Moving to the farm that belonged to your uncle seemed like such a great idea when he first offered the plan he had to you – the place held such special memories and as a child you always wanted nothing more than to live there, working on the farm, supporting your uncle and his son, your super annoying yet lovely cousin Jimin.

Now that the idea wasn’t an idea anymore but your reality you were scared and not so sure anymore that this was the right step, yet your second thoughts didn’t matter anymore, it was already too late for you.

The big city you grew up had nothing to offer you anymore – so now, you wanted, or better said needed a cut in your life.

There was nothing you used to love more than sneaking out with your cousin at night, secretly meeting up with your friends, going for a swim in the small lake right next to your house. You wouldn't trade those memories for nothing, cherishing each and every one of them. So, you concluded that this town was the best option you had.

It had been such a long time since you visited, you actually felt a bit nostalgic when you arrived in the center of the town. The residents liked to call the marketplace at the beginning of the town „the heart“ of the city.

Ever since your last visit many years ago nothing seemed different. Basically, it was a round and rather big circle, surrounded by a small café that has been there all your life, right next to it the library that was owned by the Jeon family, the parents of Jimin's closest friend, Jungkook. You couldn't help but smile as you remembered how you used to hide in the library, reading the same few books over and over again.

Opposite of the library was the old restaurant – every single rather important event was celebrated in that specific restaurant, no matter if it were birthdays, anniversaries, New Year's Eve or whatever other occasion there was.

It was so popular not only because of the delicious food they offered but also because it was literally the only restaurant around. Your uncle and your neighbors, the Kims, were providing them with the food they needed, so you usually always got food for free which lead to you and Jimin spending a lot of time at the restaurant, no matter how often your uncle insisted he could cook dinner for you – in hindsight you felt kind of bad for him because the two of you constantly turned down his meals.

And last, but certainly not least, there was the little pub that you never actually were allowed to spend time in since you used to be too young. The Mins, the owners of the place, were very strict about that. None of you and your friends were ever allowed to be inside the pub as long as you were minors – even their son Yoongi rarely ever saw it from the inside, probably because the adults didn’t want the children around after work was done.

As you stood in the middle of the marketplace you couldn't help but smile as the last sunrays of this warm late summer day were falling right onto the pub, making it look a bit more beautiful than it actually was. The paint on the outside was splintered and the sign that simply said ‘The Mins’ Pub’ was slowly falling apart – somehow all of this gave it a certain charm though.

The vibe of the village always made you feel comfortable. There were about 150 people living here if you had to guess and the next supermarket was a twenty-five minute drive away but the people seemed so happy, not worrying about a lot of things.

You decided that a short stop in the pub before you’d go home to your uncle’s house wouldn’t hurt anyone. After all, you were way too curious to finally see the magical place from inside.

As you carefully entered the door you felt cheerful – it looked exactly like you always imagined it to be. Most of the furniture was made out of old wood, the bar was long and it was the first thing one would notice as they came in since it was on the opposite wall of the entrance.

Your smile was wide when you spotted the one man you hoped to find standing behind the bar. Of course, Yoongi was the bartender by now, it was always his plan to work here, to him it seemed to be the coolest thing ever to be a bartender, especially in his own bar – and turns out, he was right, he looked extremely cool behind the bar, washing glasses while chatting with villagers.

For a second you studied him, he looked dangerously handsome. Certainly a lot taller than the last time you had interacted with him and his face seemed more mature, a defined jawline but the same round cheeks, his hair long and falling in his face, making him look almost evil for a seocnd. If it wasn’t for gummy smile you would have had to look twice to be sure it was the same Min Yoongi you spent so much time with as a child.

The expression on his face as he recognized you, the young lady from out of town, was priceless – his whole relaxed and cool facade vanished immediately as he stared at you with his eyes wide open, a questioning glance as he saw you. He was caught off guard, his slightly opened mouth giving him away.

“Just the man I hoped to find. Yoongi, you look good,” you playfully flirted as you walked towards the bar, “I’d like to have one beer please.”

Within seconds he was walking away from his place behind the bar to come and embrace you in a tight hug before mustering you, shortly studying your face to make sure you were really the person he thought you were.

“(Y/N), live and in color? I thought you forgot about us,” he joked, the surprise of you in his bar very pleasant to him.

A joyful laugh came out of your mouth as he walked back behind the bar, opening both, you and himself, a beer.

“You could’ve called, you know? No need to surprise me like this. My old heart can’t take those kinds of surprises anymore,” he sounded lighthearted, just like you remembered him.

Immediately you felt ten times lighter, clicking with people you haven’t seen in a long time was one of the purest and most magical feelings in existence and you were more than relieved to see that you and Yoongi were equally as excited to be reunited after such a long time. Not getting along with your old friends, especially him, was one of the many fears you had about moving here.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t assume Jimin actually kept quiet about me coming back,” you admitted.

“How long has it been since we saw each other?” he asked as he was leaning against the bar, his whole attention on his former best friend, still having an obviously hard time to believe that you were actually sitting in front of him right then and there.

Before you could give him an answer someone else started to answer for you from behind you and you immediately recognized his orotund voice, “Six long years,” your cousin said while he and another familiar face walked up to you.

Jimin pulled you into an even deeper hug than Yoongi did and you felt home within seconds. Jungkook was right beside him, of course, where else would he be than next to Jimin? The two of them still were inseparable and it was almost heartwarming to see how little has changed.

“How did you manage to not say anything?” Jungkook scoffed in shock before looking at you, “It’s good to see you again, (y/n). I can’t believe Jimin didn’t tell us.”

You were almost amazed to see how much he grew, his chin could easily rest on your head by now, something that you would’ve never thought could happen. Jungkook has always been the youngest and smallest kid back then and now he was the tallest in the room.

“I wasn’t sure if she’d actually come. Didn’t want to get your hopes up, Jungkook,” he teased his friend, still nagging about the crush he had on you when you were literally five years old.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at his comment before bringing his attention back to you and Yoongi, sitting down on the stool beside yours.

“So, how long are you going to stay?” Yoongi asked.

For the first time, you actually had to say the truth out loud, making it feel much more real.

“I’m not planning to leave again,” you sounded more confident than you expected, the nice encounter with your old friends almost making you feel like all of your previous worries were groundless.

There was a moment of silence, both of them not knowing what to say – it almost seemed like you broke them.

“You know, I never saw you speechless until now,” Jimin chuckled amused.

“You mean –”, Jungkook started to form a sentence but dropped it, not knowing how to continue.

“You’re moving here?” Yoongi asked, wrinkles on his forehead as his brows narrowed in confusion.

As you slowly nodded his concentrated expression vanished and changed into a grin. “You’re actually moving here,” he repeated breathlessly, more to himself than to you, slowly nodding to himself as if he had to progress the new information.

“Welcome home then, (y/n). I think this is a reason to celebrate,” he smiled while pouring shots into a few glasses in front of him.

Time went by fast and you had fun learning about what happened in the last six years. It didn’t sound like a lot has changed though, they were still as close and as fun to be around as you rememberd.

Every time you looked at them it hit you how fast time flew by, it felt like a just few months ago all of you were playing hide and seek in the middle of the night while your parents had no idea you sneaked out.

A few hours and way too many shots later, you and Jimin walked home, the night sky was breathtakingly clear and full of stars – a sight you simply would never see in your hometown, all the city lights drowing them out. You forgot how special it felt to walk under millions of stars.

No matter how much fun you had in the bar, walking home with Jimin was your favorite part of today, you definitely missed him the most.

He told you a bit about how Hoseok and Namjoon were thinking about taking over the old restaurant because the owners are getting too old to manage everything and about Jungkook and Seokjin being into the same girl, without knowing that Namjoon was already dating her in secret – it was nice that he filled you in with everything you missed, so you could start right where you left.

As you arrived at home your uncle was sitting in the rocking chair on the porch in front of the old farmhouse.

“Uncle Minwoo,“ you almost shouted out as you saw him, jogging over to where he was sitting. Minwoo always was your favorite uncle and you were his favorite niece, much to the dislike of your siblings.

“(Y/n),” he laughed as you hugged him, “you smell like you had a good time in the pub.”

“We actually have a small surprise for you,” Jimin seemed excited as he told you to follow him.

He lead you to the old little cottage that has been on the farm for as long as you were able to think – back in the days it was mainly used for storing tools and electronics that shouldn’t be exposed to the rain. Confusion coming over you, your uncle handed you a key and you opened the small cottage. Stepping inside, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Welcome home,“ your uncle chuckled as you observed the room in front of you. A small kitchen, a couch and a TV in the living room, a bed on the other side of the room. They painted the walls white and decorated a bit – it might have been something small but enough to touch you deeply.

You were sure you could stay here forever, it was cute and welcoming, like a real home. Not a thousand words could describe how much you appreciated them for putting in so much effort, just to make you feel comfortable.

As you thanked both, Jimin and your uncle, the three of you talked for a bit longer, the excitement taking over before your uncle advised you that it would be better to catch some sleep – work wouldn’t wait for you and you had to be thankful for any second of sleep you could get.

Waking up the next morning, you immediately regretted the alcohol you had the night before. Your phone said it was currently six in the morning and while being woken up by the sound of chicken and cows was way more relaxing than your usual alarm clock you still would have preferred to just sleep in.

Walking outside a few minutes later you inspected the farm – it was a giant property with two big houses on it. Half of the farm belonged to your uncle, he took care of the animals and artisan goods, the other half belonged to the Kims, in charge of the crop harvest

Starting the day with feeding the chickens and collecting eggs was one of the easier tasks you had to face today since it almost didn’t require any kind of skill. While you were picking up another egg you flinced as you heard someone scream at you from behind.

“Hey! Put the eggs back! Who in the world steals eggs these days?” the deep voice belonged to a man but before you could turn around to find out who was screaming at you, he held your wrists behind your back, not giving you any space to move.

Your attempt to free yourself was almost embarrassing, it was clear that you had no chance against whoever decided to disturb you.

Turning your head around to scream at the stranger you muted as soon you met his eyes – the words you wanted to scream wouldn’t come out as you looked into the familiar face of his, your brain working hard as you realized who he was.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed, his dark eyes were piercing you, filled with a mixture of anger and annoyance – he was still staring at you and waiting for an explanation.

“Kim–“ your voice died and you fastly cleared your throat, “Kim Taehyung?”

His annoyed expression changed into a confused one as you called him by his name. You couldn’t believe he was accusing you of stealing eggs.

“Let go of me!” you demanded but Taehyung wasn’t planning to listen to you, not trusting you.

“Who are you?”, he asked harshly, “You’re not from here. How do you know my name?”

The grip on your wrists became tighter and actually started to hurt a bit.

“I’m (Y/N). Minwoo’s niece,” you replied just as harsh as he asked you, “Didn’t Mrs. Kim teach you any manners?”

He let you go and you immediately grabbed your own wrist just so he couldn’t grab them again. A small pout formed on your lip as you looked at them, trying not to let him see that it actually hurt.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you, voice cold.

Now you were facing him and you had to stop for a second to take in his beauty. As he was holding you, you didn’t really manage to study his face since you were too busy trying to free yourself but now you started realizing how handsome he became.

It's not like he was ugly before, you and him just never clicked and that’s why you never gave his face any kind of attention.

Taehyung wasn’t a bad guy, you knew that because Yoongi repeatedly assured you that he was actually a very loving person once you get to know him.

Personally, you just never really got the chance to, since he definitely wasn’t interested in anything that had to do with you. Not in a mean way though, he just didn’t seem to care about the girls in town, especially not the one who always came over the summer break and then left again.

Glowering at you, he was waiting for an answer. You, on the other hand, didn’t dare to look him into his eyes, instead your eyes were studying the rest of his face. His features were sharper and manlier now, his brows thick but he still had the same wrinkles around his eyes.

For a second you wanted to look at his lips but you stopped yourself, not wanting him to get wrong ideas.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in retund instead of giving an answer, “Didn’t you always say you wanted to leave this place?”

He rolled his eyes as you avoided his question.

“I asked first,“ he insisted, making it hard for you not to chuckle at the very immature conversation you were having.

“I am working here. Don’t you have some vegetables to take care of?” you asked coldly asked before turning your back to him.

“You better get used to my face, if you scare me like this one more time I might have a heart attack,” you added as your attention was back to feeding the chickens.

But instead of leaving Taehyun was walking to stand right beside you, “You’re working here? Why would you do that?” he asked. It never was a secret that he wanted to leave this town, he used to talk about it a lot back then already and, even though he still was here, apparently, he still wanted to leave.

“I’m supporting my family,” you shrugged, not looking at him. You really didn’t want to be cold to him but you were tired and you knew how Taehyung was, he didn’t mean to be rude, he had a soft nature, everyone could see that once they got to see his warm smile but sometimes he was a bit rough.

You could see him shake his head in confusion as you were continuing with your work, “Okay, you go milk those cows and churn that butter if this is what fulfills you, (y/n). I’ll go back to work,“ he pointed at the field of tomatoes on the other side of the farm your families shared and left you alone again.

Walking over to the cows, you couldn't help but wonder why he still was here. He was a very clever guy, he could easily go and leave this town to study and open a business or whatever it was he wanted to do. Glancing over to him one more time, you tried to divert your attention to milking the cows.

The field of tomatoes he was currently working on was not too far away but luckily still far enough to give you a bit of privacy. He seemed to be very invested in picking the best tomatoes he could find, a concentrated glance on his face. And you really should try to concentrate too, since you haven’t milked a cow in years.

And you failed miserably. To your desperation, no one was around when you went looking for Jimin or your uncle to help you. Trotting back to the cows you sat down on a small stool in front of one them, giving it another try.

You groaned at the cow, laying your head back and closing your eyes in frustration. It was only your first day and you knew practice makes perfect but you wanted to cry.

“Just give me your stupid milk, please,” you mumbled while taking a deep breath, your eyes still closed.

“Are you sure this is the right job for you? If you can’t even milk Bertha maybe you should reconsider,“ Taehyung’s voice startled you, making you jump a bit. The grin on his face clearly was teasing, full of satisfaction because you were struggling, “Do you need help?”

“Please,“ you didn’t care about the triumphing grin on his face, you were more than willing to take his offer. Any kind of help was good. And in the end, you didn’t dislike Kim Taehyung, you just weren’t close to him.

He nodded before telling you to wait for a second as he walked towards the little shed. Coming out again he held a strange looking machine in his hand while attaching it to the cow’s udder.

“We haven't milked them by hand for years,” he explained to you as he took your wrist once again, this time more careful though, and slightly pulled you towards the cow’s udder, right next to him.

“Watch closely, I’ll show you once and if you can’t follow, you’re on your own,” his words sounded harsh but you didn’t take them that way. The fact that Yoongi was his best friend was something you two had in common and if he wanted you to give Taehyung a chance you would do that. For Yoongi, but also for yourself.

After all, Taehyung was your neighbor and, in addition, he was a handsome man, you wouldn’t mind being able to look at his face whenever you wanted at all.

You saw the way he acts around the guys and you saw that he indeed had a very soft heart, maybe he just had a hard time showing it.

“Hey! Are you even watching?” he asked annoyed while glancing at you, “I know how to do this, I am not the one that has to learn. I’m being nice here, don’t waste my time.”

You chuckled a bit at him losing his temper so easily. “Yes, Taehyung, I’m watching," you said grinning, “Wasting your time was not a task on my list today.”

After he rolled his eyes at you you could swear you saw a small smile on his face while he started to milk the cow, explaining to you what he was doing step by step.

You tried to concentrate on how exactly he does it, what movements his hands made and so on but you kept on finding yourself thinking about how good his hands looked – what in the world was wrong with you? It's not like you've never seen an attractive man before so you had no clue why your hormones were playing a game with you.

After you started to try milking the cows yourself you felt more than relieved that you actually managed to do it right. Letting out a small ‘thank god’ under your breath you realized that Taehyung still stood right beside you, watching your every move.

“You know, you can go back to the toma–” you started to say before he interrupted you in the same moment.

“Just a tip for you,“ he said, not sounding cold for the first time, “Don’t dress up for farm work. You’ll ruin your clothes. You can still wear cute outfits after you’re finished here. But while working just wear something old,“ he said as he was just about to turn around before you had to take the chance to annoy him one last time for now.

“You think my outfit is cute?” the grin on your face was wide and you were way too amused.

As a response his eyes squinted together in regret, knowing that you’ll probably never stop teasing him about it.

“Please don't,“ was all he could whisper frustrated under his breath.

“What a softie you are,“ you playfully poked his upper arm, “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

He let out yet another sigh, sounding almost whiny but the smile on the corner of his mouth came out nonetheless, “Are you always this awful?“

“Dear diary,“ you said in a nagging tone, “Today Kim Taehyung complimented my–”

Before you could end your sentence he was covering your mouth, shaking his head in disbelief slowly, “I’ll go back to work, (y/n). Don’t forget to churn the butter. The wooden pitcher we use for it is in the shed,“ and with that, he walked back to his side of the farm again.

Just a second before he arrived he glanced over to you again, screaming so that you would hear him, “I didn’t compliment you okay? Don't let it get to your head.“

Waving at him from the shed, you nodded your head. “Sure. Talk to you later! Your outfit looks cute too by the way”, you screamed back.

Maybe working next to Taehyung wasn’t so bad after all, if he was always such an easy target to provocate you'd at least have your fun.

When Jimin came into the shed with the tools to take over a few hours later, you were busy churning the butter, cursing under your breath.

Sweat was dripping all over your forehead and it was seriously tiring, every single muscle of your arm hurt, including some muscles you didn’t even know you had. You weren’t sure if you could manage to do that on a daily base. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about a gym membership anymore.

Your cousin stared at you confused, a sly grin in the corner of his mouth, “What exactly are you doing?“

“I’m churning the goddamn butter. Why is it so hard?” you complained while looking up to him. He was holding two beers in his hands, handing one over to you before starting to laugh at your action.

“Why would you use that old thing for that? We have a machine that churns it for us,“ he laughed, “I don’t know why we even still have that old thing.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung,“ you cursed under your breath, leaving Jimin even more confused.

“You met him?” he asked while sitting down in the hay beside you.

“I did," you hissed, “He was the one who told me to do it this way.”

Jimin’s smile grew wide as he tried to contain his laughter, “I didn’t know he could be so evil.”

He almost sounded satisfied that you were getting fooled by him, “He likes you if he teases you.”

“Well, that’s not a very nice way of showing it,“ you took a big sip of the beer, knowing that you probably deserved it for all the teasing earlier, before continuing, “You didn’t tell me he became so handsome though.”

Jimin’s eyes widened immediately as you confessed and you could tell he was trying not to spit out his drink out of shock. He fastly swallowed, “You have a crush on our Tae?”

You shook your head scoffing, lightly kicking his leg, “A crush? How old are we? I just think he’s very attractive. But he was pretty rude though.”

Jimin pressed his lips together in a thin line, looking into the sky, „His father died two years ago. He had a hard time. But he opens up sooner or later, just be patient with him – I promise, he is one of the most kind and caring people in this town.“

You gulped at the news, “What a sad loss, Mr. Kim was such a ray of sunshine, always ready to help if help was needed.”

Jimin nodded, “He was. Olli was only six years old when his father died. But dad took a lot of care of them since then.”

There was a short silence. You still remembered little Olli, Taehyung’s younger brother. The last time you saw him he was barely two years old.

“I can’t believe he’s your type though. I thought I really wanted to set you up with Jungkook,“ Jimin broke the silence before you could think about it any longer, almost offended.

You laughed at him. He was close to Taehyung, you knew that, but he always wanted you to date Jungkook, only for the purpose of having him as an official family member.

“That won’t happen,”, you broke it to him, much to his disappointment.

A deep sigh came from him, “Well if you want Taehyung so bad, come to the pub with us. I bet he’ll be there too tonight. We are meeting at eight. What do you say?”

“I don’t want him, I simply said that he is good looking,”  you desperately hoped he wouldn’t tease you all the time about this from now on, already starting to slowly regret that you even brought it up in the first place. And as much as you would like to go out to the pub with the others you had a date with your bathtub that you wouldn’t want to miss for anything else tonight.

“I’ll pass though. I’ll come next time,“ you promised, standing up and walking towards your door.

“I can’t wait to tell Yoongi that you and Taehyung are going to become a couple. How exciting!” he yelled after you in his typical teasing voice, making you laugh out in frustration. Sharing your opinion on Taehyung’s look with your cousin probably wasn't the best idea.

It fastly got dark outside and you were lighting the candles in your bathroom, the bathtub slowly filling up with hot water.

Exactly what your muscles needed after churning the butter all afternoon. Putting a bit of milk in the bathtub, you wondered if you had some honey in the farmhouse by any chance. As you wrapped the first towel you could find around your body, you wanted to hush over to your uncle’s house to check. But what stopped you from your plans was a shadow you saw walking past your window, making you freeze until someone rang your door.

Opening it, no one else than Taehyung was standing in front of it, his work clothes traded into sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, a basket in his hand and his eyes fixed on your exposed legs.

The towel you were wearing luckily covered all of your breast and bottom but that was about it. And, as if it couldn't get worse, it also had a lot of fairies on it – it used to be your favorite towel when you were about five years old. Still, you didn’t need Taehyung to see you wearing it.

“Taehyung?“ you asked him, unsure why he was visiting but he was still looking at the exposed parts of your body, not doing a good job at hiding the fact that he got distracted by your legs. You barely noticed though because your thoughts wandered to this morning. “How dare you not telling me that we have a machine for the butter? Are you crazy?”

“My arms hurt so much,“ you added in a complaining tone, too tired to fight him so you decided to whine instead.

Coming back to reality, he laughed at you, his eyes now looking at your face, “You seriously did it all by yourself?” – he was lucky the wrinkles around his eyes were so cute whenever he laughed, otherwise you would have killed him right there, “You must be pretty strong then.”

“What do you want?” you asked him annoyed before you saw his eyes wandering down to your legs once again.

Not missing out on the opportunity to nag him, you chuckled, “Do you like my outfit?” as you struck a small pose, you had to be careful not to expose any parts he shouldn’t see.

Rolling his eyes he handed over the basket, “Seriously, you’re so annoying.”

You grinned, thinking it’s quite funny how easy it was to annoy him, “But you still think I’m cute, so it doesn’t matter.”

There definitely was a smile hidden on his lips that he tried to hide at all cost, but you could see it reaching his eyes, “This is for you. My mum put your favorites in it. Tomatoes, cherries, peaches, blueberries. She asked me to bring it to you,“ the man said, trying to sound as uninterested and unbothered as possible.

“That–“ you started to gather your words, feeling very touched about the little gift but a bit confused as to why Taehyung brought it to you, “That’s so nice of her. I’ll come over tomorrow and thank her.”

He immediately focused on you again, “No, it's fine. I’ll tell her. She’s kind of sick at the moment, she needs to rest, Olli is not even letting me go near her because he doesn’t want anyone else to get sick, so I doubt he would let you come over.”

You mustered him suspiciously but decided to leave him be, you surely teased him enough for today and didn’t want him to actually dislike you.

“Alright, Tae. Thank you,“ you gave him a soft smile as you were about to close the door.

“Wait,” he stopped you before you closed the door and you waited for him to say something, “Are you planning to go to the pub later?“ – if you didn’t expect him to ask one thing than it was this one. Why did he care suddenly?

“I don’t think so. Churning that butter has really worn me out, you know?” you said, laughing lightly, “And my bathtub is already waiting for me.”

“Oh alright. That’s cool. See you soon, I guess,“ he said before awkwardly giving you a small smile and leaving again. What a strange yet interesting guy he was.

Something about him made you look forward to your future on the farm. But before you could let it get to your head, you were interrupted by a text from no one else than Yoongi.

[Yoongi, 22:29]

Glad to hear you're getting yourself a man! Taehyung and (y/n), how sweet.

You let out a small laugh before finally meeting your only date for tonight: Your bathtub. Though you had to admit that the handsome face from next door was coming to your mind every now and then.

After a week you slowly got used to the daily work on the farm, your body was finally starting to react differently, your arms weren’t getting as sore anymore and waking up early was bothering you less and less.

It was a sunny Saturday which meant you had to gather all of the goods your uncle wanted to sell on the market the next morning. Picking out the best eggs, milk, wool and cheese was pretty boring, especially since Jimin left early because he was going on a date tonight with some random girl you never heard about before. But since you wanted him to be happy, and also because his teasing about Taehyung was slowly but surely making you go insane, you told him it would be okay if he let you work alone today.

It took you about an hour until you were finally done with carrying all of the boxes into your uncle’s car as you saw Mrs. Kim, Taehyung’s mother, and decided to help her quickly carrying her own boxes filled with pretty fruits and vegetables.

His mother was a beautiful and lovely lady, always has been. Her black hair was long and even though there were a few grey strands in it by now she still looked as young as ever.

“Mrs. Kim, let me help you,“ you shouted while jogging over to her, “Where’s Taehyung? Letting his mother carry all the heavy boxes of fruits and vegetables alone is not a nice thing to do,” you disapproved, one box already in your hands.

She let out a laugh and you were reminded of how warm her laughter was, it sounded like the giggle of a small child.

“It’s fine, I told him to rest for today. He always works so much,” she let out a worried sigh, “I’m very thankful, I know helping me on the farm was not what he wanted to do with his life but he does it for me.”

You never really thought about it that way before – that might explain why he was still here despite always hating the small village he was born and grew up in, it was probably hard for him to leave his family behind after losing his father.

While carrying a box full of blueberries you ate a handful, not able to hold back. The Kim’s blueberries have always been your favorites, none of the ones back at home could compare to the juicy fruits you'd get here.

“You still love blueberries, I see,” She hummed joyfully as she was carrying the last box to the car.

“I am obsessed with them,” you answered, “Oh how rude of me – I still wanted to thank you for the little basket full of fruits you send to me. I was in heaven, your peaches were even better than I remembered.”

Mrs. Kim looked at you in confusion for a second before getting a grip of the situation, the confusion vanishing while a different kind of expression came to her face, unable for you to read at first.

“So he can actually be charming,“ she mumbled to herself with an almost mischievous smirk and within seconds you knew exactly what she was talking about. That little shit.

Scoffing, you wondered why Taehyung wouldn't just admit that the little basket was a present from him, not from his mother – who would do something so sweet without wanting to let the other person know? But then, on the other hand, you didn’t understand Taehyung at all.

“Mum,” you heard his voice yell out while he walking out of the door to their house.

When he saw you he froze for a second, “Oh, hey, (y/n),“ he said with a slight and not really convincing smile, it almost seemed forced.

You nodded towards him, ready to go back to work and leave them alone, as his little brother came running outside, chasing after Taehyung.

“Tete,” he let out a scream as he tried to jump on his back. He was surprisingly tall for an eight-year-old, almost managing to get to Taehyung’s shoulders if he jumped high enough, “Can I come with you? Please?”

Before he could answer, Olli’s attention shifted somewhere else. Or better said, onto someone else. To be precise, you caught his attention, the girl standing in front of his mother and brother, a stranger he’s never seen before.

“Who are you?” he asked curiously, studying you exactly, “Are you Minwoo’s niece?”

You kneeled down to be at an eye to eye level with him, shaking his hand, “Yes, that’s me. I’m (y/n). It's nice to meet you.”

He had a big grin on his face, “Hi, I’m Olli,“ after introducing himself to you he turned around to his big brother, “Did you make the basket for her?”

Taehyung shushed him within a second, giving him a warning glance before trying to cover up his story, “Yes, I did it because mum asked me to.”

She let out a sarcastic laugh, making fun of her son, “Sure. It was totally me asking you to do that.”

A heavy sigh fell from Taehyung’s mouth before shaking his head in disbelief, “Where is your cousin? He promised he’d help me picking up our new couch.”

“Oh, I am afraid he forgot. He’s on a date right now,“ you informed him.

Taehyung let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temple, not believing that Jimin completely forgot about him. Now even more frustrated, he started mumbling, “It’s always the same with this guy.”

“I’ll help you,“ you volunteered determined, not even bothering to ask him first, knowing he’d say no anyway, “I’m done with work for today and I don’t mind coming along.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go alone,“ he insisted, clearly mad at your cousin before walking over to his car. Not caring you decided to follow him, hoping that he’d be nice to Jimin if you helped him instead, even though you had little hope.

“Stop being so stubborn,“ you said to him as you opened the door and sat down inside the car, “Just accept my help.”

And much to your surprise, he did accept it, not bothering to start another discussion with you. Maybe he was just too tired of the constant bickering going on between the two of you.

As the two of you drove out of town the sky looked like it was painted in golden colors, the sun slowly setting but the air was still warm, brushing the arm you held out of the open window.

“Where are we even going?” you asked the obviously bothered boy beside you.

“It’s not far away, the dude I’m buying the couch from lives like twenty minutes away,“ he answered, his eyes glued to the street, „You really didn’t have to come. I could’ve easily done it alone.”

Slowly but surely, you were starting to get mad at Taehyung. You couldn’t tell why his constant attitude was getting to you but it did. Of course, he didn't have to like you and honestly, maybe you did go a bit too far with the teasing but after all, you were neighbors, co-workers and also shared the same group of friends. Being nice to each other was the least you could do – especially when you knew that he wasn’t like that at all towards other people. You’ve seen him interact with his little brother and his mother and his friends, he was a warm and loving person, laughing and joking whenever he could. He just wouldn’t open up towards you.

„Dude, you’re the worst. Can you keep quiet for once and accept help? Stop being so rude all the time, being nice every now and then won’t hurt you, you know? You can take your bad mood out on Jimin later.” you snapped at him, not even intended to sound so mean but it just happened – you just wanted him to at least accept you.

He peaked at you, his eyes grew wide in shock at your rant. Even though your voice was still low he clearly heard the frustration in it, “What do you mean? I am being nice all the time. I told you that you shouldn’t wear your good clothes to work in. That was a piece of nice advice I gave you for example.”

You scoffed at him not knowing if he was being serious, “You also attacked me because you thought I was stealing chicken and made me churn butter.”

He chuckled amused as you brought the churning up, “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“My arms still hurt. You’re an asshole,“ you rolled your eyes, not in the mood to put up with Taehyung being, well, himself, when you were just being nice, “If that is your interpretation of being nice I’m beyond sorry for your future girlfriend.”

“Hey, now you’re the one being mean,“ he acted offended and honestly, a bit confused, not knowing why the two of you were fighting. You weren't even mad at him, you just felt fed up, craving at least peace between the two of you.

“Well, maybe you just need a taste of your own medicine,“ you shrugged, calming down a bit as the discussion started to shift to a more playful mood than a serious one.

But before you or Taehyung could fuel the fire and add anything into the it, you let out a small scream as he was turning right with full speed, making you feel like you were about to crash, holding onto the seatbelt for dear life.

“For fucks sake, where did you learn how to drive? Do you not know that you’re supposed to slow down before turning?” you asked him, gasping for air.

“If this is already scaring you, I’ll give you the nice advice to not drive with Yoongi,” he laughed out loud as he parked his car in front of a big house, “Ready to use the strength in your arms built up from churning butter?”

It took you about twenty minutes to carry all the parts of the couch from the third floor to the trailer attached on Taehyung’s car. When you were done it was beginning to get dark outside and the weather was cooling down, making you shiver a bit.

All done, you sat back inside Taehyung’s car as he was securing the trailer so you could drive back home safely – or at least as safe as a ride with him could be.

“If you’re cold there’s a blanket on the backseat, I'll get it for you,“ he yelled from outside before coming getting inside the car, a blanket in his hand, “See how nice I am? So caring, not wanting you to freeze to death.”

You shook your head amused, „What a gentleman you are.”

The drive home was more peaceful, no discussions this time. You looked outside, seeing a big and bright star in the sky, pointing to it excited.

“I can’t get over how beautiful the starry night sky is here. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,“ you mumbled, almost sounding dreamy, eyes glued to the sky. It wasn’t even completely dark outside yet, but the first stars were already sparkling brightly.

“Isn’t it the same in your hometown?” he asked a bit perplexed as he looked over to you, wondering how you could be so excited about some stupid stars.

“Not at all. The big city lights drown them. You can barely see some, and if you can, they are not as bright as here.”

“I suppose living here isn’t all bad.”, he shrugged after thinking about it for a few seconds, his glance wavering to the sky every few seconds.

You hummed in agreement, “Except for this terrible guy living next to me I quite enjoy my time here.”

He chuckled, enjoying the little game you two were playing, „Must be really hard to live right next to such an attractive young man. I bet you have a hard time.”

Laughing, you were impressed at his wittiness, “Don’t think too highly of yourself.”

Before you could let him answer your favorite song suddenly started playing in the radio, making you turn up the volume instantly, “You need to shut up now. This is my all-time favorite song.”

But of course, Taehyung didn't shut up. Much more like him, he did the opposite, trying to sing along as loud as he could just to ruin the song for you – and he had way too much fun doing it.

“I didn’t know you could sing,“ you said, giving him an approving look.

A smirk formed on his lips, “I'm a man full of surprises.”

The rest of the drive the two of you were singing along to the radio loudly, having genuine fun together for the first time since you arrived. It was nice to see him loosen up a bit, even though it was only a small step.

Driving up to the farm, you already saw Jimin sitting on the porch. He immediately stood up, walking over to the car, already apologizing without you really arriving yet, “I’m so so sorry mate. I completely forgot. I owe you a beer next time we go out.”

Taehyung chuckled as he turned the engine off, “Doesn’t seem like his date had a happy ending, considering he’s home already.”

“Good for me,“ you shrugged, “I’m way too tired to carry the whole couch inside anyway.”

You were the first to get out of the car, making Jimin narrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“What are you doing in Taehyung’s car?” he asked suspiciously.

“I’m doing your fucking job,“ you shot him a mean glance.

As you were walking towards your home you were stopped by Taehyung holding your arm, making you turn around.

“Thank you, I suppose,“ he said, pressing his lips together, obviously feeling awkward, “Just trying to be nice.”

You gave him a genuine smile, “No problem. Sleep well.”

“You too, (y/n).”

Waking up you were almost shocked to see the weather. Yesterday the sun was still shining while today it was pouring like you never saw before. The sky was dark and grey and your whole farm seemed quite sad, making you wish you could just stay in bed all day, just being lazy, reading, eating and maybe fantasizing about a certain someone.

Checking your phone you saw a text from Jimin: it’s going to storm today, you have to make sure all the animals are in the barn and safe, please. i’m getting food for tonight. see you later, favorite cousin.

You immediately threw on a thick cardigan and brushed your teeth, hurrying to get things done before the weather got even worse. Looking in the mirror you scoffed for a second at your sad reflection – your hair was in a very messy bun and your under-eye circles were almost black. But there was no time to pity yourself right now, you could do that after work.

After you fed and, of course, petted the chickens and made sure that all the windows were closed tightly you ran over to the barn where the cows and goats were in. Your clothes were completely drenched even though the way between the barns was very short, the heavy rain was so strong that there was no way you could’ve stayed dry.

Entering the barn your eyebrows narrowed as you saw that the light was on and the food for the cows was already laid out.

“Uncle Minwoo?” you screamed loudly, the rain was so loud that otherwise, no one would hear you.

“Oh thank god, there you are,“ the owner of the voice was coming out of the little shed you kept your tools in, throwing one of the milking machines over to you. You barely had time to catch it because Taehyung was throwing it without caring if you’d catch it or not.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him skeptically as you sat down to the cow next to the one he was currently milking.

He glanced at you with an annoyed expression on his face - but only until he saw how wet you were from the rain. Right then, he bursted out into laughter, “Why are you not wearing a raincoat for fucks sake?” he asked you, enjoying the sight in front of him a little too much.

“I don’t even own one,“ you admitted a bit hesitant while shrugging, knowing he’d make even more fun of you.

And of course, he did.

“How can you not own a raincoat? Seriously, (y/n), you’re something else. Who on earth doesn’t own a raincoat?” he shook his head in disbelief, still laughing.

You simply pressed your lips together, coming back to your actual question, “But why are you here? Certainly not because you wanted to help me.”

“Hey, maybe I’m not as bad as you think and just wanted to be friendly for once?” he said, acting offended, “Since you’re always complaining.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,“ you answered.

Suddenly you heard a loud thunder outside, making you jump - you usually were not afraid of thunder but the sudden loud noise startled you for a second. What really scared you though was the reaction of two of your cows, immediately after they heard the thunder they let out the deepest and loudest sounds you’ve ever heard of them. They sounded terrified.

Taehyung immediately jumped up from his stool and walked over to Bertha, the small brown cow, petting her face.

“Shhhh, it's okay,“ he tried calming her down before looking over to you, “I’m always here when it storms. Bertha and Marnie are deadly afraid of the thunder, so I accompany them. It calms them down.”

For a second you thought he was fooling you but before you could say something another loud thunder was heard followed by loud sounds of the cows once again. God, you weren't sure if you ever could get used to the sounds they made.

“Wait,“ you interrupted confused as you saw Taehyung pet Bertha once again, giving her a small kiss on the side of her face, “You’re serious?”

He looked at you with a grin, “Of course I am. Go, pet Marnie a bit. She loves getting pets right under his chin, she’s such a lovely cow.”

You did as he said but not really trusting him yet.

“I didn’t know he had feelings, Marnie, did you?” you asked the cow sarcastically.

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head, “I only have feelings Marnie and Bertha.”

Bertha was walking away from him to the hay he just put down for them to lie down for a bit, something you barely ever saw them doing,

“When I first looked into Bertha’s big brown eyes I fell in love,” he stated lovingly, petting some of the other cows while Bertha was still lying down, „Her eyes are just too pure.“

“That’s adorable,” you had to admit, “Didn’t expect that from you.”

“Are you aware that just because I’m telling you you’re stupid because you don’t own a raincoat or work on a farm with a goddamn Gucci shirt doesn't mean I'm an asshole? That’s my way of helping,” he said confidently, “You just seem to not know exactly what to do, so I’m trying to help.”

„You're still being mean while doing it,“ you insisted, not giving in.

“Whatever,“ he walked over to Bertha, who was resting on the ground, lying down next to her, “Just go inside and relax, I’ll take care of the cows.”

“No way,“ you sat down next to him, “I’ll not leave you alone with my cows. I don’t trust you.”

Of course, that was only an excuse to spend some time with the pretty boy from next door but he didn't need to know – his ego was big enough already. Both of you were now starting to relax slowly, leaning against Bertha, petting her every now and then.

“So, farmer girl, how do you like it here?” he asked you after a few seconds of silence, seeming to be actually interested in you for once.

“It’s nice,“ you shrugged as he was peaking over at you, “I like the fact that I finally am allowed to go into the pub the most.”

“I remember when we first were allowed to go in, it was like Harry Potter seeing Hogwarts for the first time,“ he remembered laughing, “and now we’re the ones that get drunk in there while the younger kids are jealous they can’t.”

“Some things never change, right?“ your eyes darted to Taehyung, who had his eyes closed and seemed to be truly relaxed in your presence for the first time since you arrived. He was using his arm as a pillow, a smile on his lips - for once a genuine smile, not the usual teasing one he gave you. The rain was pouring so hard onto the roof of the barn it sounded like applause. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, exhaling a breathy scoff through your nose, not believing that he actually had a soft side.

“What's so funny?“ he asked curiously, still with closed eyes.

“I just love the sound of heavy rain,”  you lied, also getting into a comfortable position and closing your eyes.

Your neighbour let out a hum, agreeing with you before yawning, “Me too. It’s cozy.”

Your eyelids started to feel heavy, you didn’t have much sleep last night and your body was shivering a bit because of your wet clothes. Taehyung was snoring lightly beside you within a few minutes and before you knew it you were asleep too. You wouldn’t have expected the barn to be such a comfortable place to sleep in.

The sound of someone calling your name, you couldn't quite identify who it belonged to yet, woke you up. As you were slowly starting to realize where you were, you were just as perplexed as Taehyung, who was still beside you, seeming to just have woken up too, according to his dreamy gaze.

“Did we fall asleep?” he asked you, yawning and stretching his arms from his body.

As you looked up, Jimin was standing in front of both of you, confusion was written all over his face, “What the hell are you two doing in here? How do I keep finding you two together?”

Taehyung shrugged, sitting up as you were doing the same, “What does it look like? We obviously fell asleep.”

“Okay but why were you here together in the first place?” he asked, a smirk on his lips, “Did you make out in front of the cows? They are too young to be exposed to such wild and unholy behavior.”

Chuckling at his remark, you rubbed your eyes a bit, “Don't be noisy, please. I’m having a headache.”

“You two are just too cute,“ he teased a bit before telling you the reason he was looking for you in the first place, “Dinner’s ready. We’re having some meat with different salads and corn. Feel free to join us Tae, your mum and Olli are there too.”

“I don’t know,“ he replied, a little unsure, “I still wanted to meet up with Namjoon and Hoseok later.”

Jimin narrowed his eyebrows, “Why didn’t you ask me to join, you jerk?”

Taehyung laughed at Jimin, standing up, surprisingly offering you a hand to help you get up from the ground, “I’ll eat dinner with you and then you can come with me, alright?“ he proposed to Jimin.

Your cousin agreed happily and the three of you walked over to the big house Minwoo and Jimin lived in.

“Did you find her?” your uncle screamed from the kitchen as he heard the door open.

“Yes, I’m here,“ you shouted back as you took off your shoes.

Walking over to them, Mrs. Kim was surprised to see her son, “Oh, Tae. How lovely that you’re here,“ she smiled as cute as always, “Where have you been?”

Both, Taehyung and you felt a bit awkward telling them where exactly Jimin found them, not wanting anyone to get a wrong idea. But, of course, your annoying cousin was faster.

“They were sleeping in the barn together,“ he smirked as he told your family, enjoying every minute of it, “You two seem to get along better by now.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “We were literally just taking care of the cows.”

You nodded, “It’s not like we met to take a nap in the barn.”

Uncle Minwoo and Mrs. Kim both giggled a bit at the bickering between their families, “Stop teasing them. They are already flustered,“ she said lightheartedly.

Everyone sat down on the table as your uncle brought the food to the table. It smelled like you were sitting in a restaurant and you could feel your mouth watering as you saw the food.

“Thank you for letting us eat with you,“ Taehyung said in a polite manner.

“Oh, Tae!” Minwoo exclaimed joyfully, “You’re always welcome. We’re like family.”

He nodded thankful as all of you started eating. The food was truly delicious and the conversation was nice, all of you participating in it, talking about current events and life on the farm.

You weren't sure if it was because your families were there but Taehyung was unusually nice to you, not even nagging you once. He passed you the salt when you asked him to and he even asked you about your job back at home.

It was a nice evening and you cherished it, knowing that it probably was a once in a lifetime experience to have a normal, peaceful conversation with Taehyung in the same room as you.

About an hour later you started walking from the big house to the small hut and even if it only took a minute or two Taehyung walked right beside you, not leaving your side.

Maybe he truly wasn't as bad as you made him out to be – the two of you might have had some difficulties but thinking about it now he seemed to open up to you more and more. As both of you stood in front of your door, you fiddled with your hands, not knowing how to react to being all alone with him.

“Don’t let Jimin drink too much tonight. I need him to be fit tomorrow. It’s my day off,“ you joked.

“I promise to stop him if he drinks too much,“ he smiled brightly, the wrinkles around his eyes showing slightly, “I’ll see you around?”

A scoff escaped your lips before you could hold it back, “Considering the fact that you can look inside my living room from your window I think so yes.”

And with that, he started walking towards his house but even after he was gone you still couldn't stop smiling.

The few next weeks were pretty unspectacular, working on the farm was part of your everyday life by now and your work was a routine, knowing every small step of it.

But still, today you woke up with a smile plastered on your face – it’s not like anyone besides Jimin and Minwoo, maybe Yoongi, would know it’s your birthday today but you still loved your special day.

It didn't matter that no one would know, you were quite happy that to everyone else this day would be just another day. You, on the other hand, had tons of self-care plans for tonight.

The first thing you did that morning was checking your phone, happy to see that your friends from home – or more like what used to be home to you – thought of you and send you very nice birthday greetings full of love, telling you that they missed you. In no time you got up and dressed to go over to the main house.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Jimin asked you as you had breakfast with him and your uncle. Despite you telling them that they shouldn't worry about you, they still made you some scrambled eggs and cut a lot of the vegetables from the Kim’s farm, Jimin even managed to go to the heart of the city to buy some buns for all of you.

Stretching yourself, tiredness still washing over you, you thought about his question. “I actually don’t know, I thought I'd just do some sheet masks later and watch Netflix,” you said shrugging before eating a piece of cucumber, “Why? Any ideas?”

“Why don’t you invite your friends over, (y/n)?” your uncle suggested but you’d rather not. The problem with inviting people over is you can’t leave early since they are literally at your own place and you'd never kick them out, not wanting to be unfriendly.

“No way, I don’t even think most people know about my birthday. I’ll stay lowkey about it,“  you denied your uncle's request, just wanting to have a nice night on the couch after you took a long bath – an ideal night for you.

“Why don't we have a movie night?” you suggested to your two family members but they didn’t seem to show much support to your idea.

Uncle Minwoo immediately stopped you, “I’m not letting you stay at home with your old uncle and cousin on your birthday.”

“I’d love that though. We hadn’t had a movie night in a long time,“ you pouted, hoping to convince your uncle despite knowing you had no chance against him.

“Jimin, take her to the pub, alright?” he instructed his son who was currently not listening to the conversation and instead was texting someone.

“Sure,“ he agreed with his father before looking up from his phone, “I’ll take you to the pub later, (y/n). No discussion.”

So a few hours later you found yourself in your small bathroom, putting on a real full face make-up for the first time ever since you moved here, you almost forgot how pretty you could be.

Jimin said to make sure that you looked your best since a lot of other people would be there, including the girl he ‘sometimes takes out’, as he liked to call it.

Even though you were still not fully in the mood, you started to warm up to the idea of going out as you got ready. In the end, you knew it wouldn't hurt to doll yourself up and go out every now and then – and maybe, just maybe, Taehyung would be there too.

Jimin picked you up from your place at around eight in the evening, the sky already pitch-black.

“Hey birthday kid,“ he said lovingly, “I didn't know you could look this lovely. Trying to impress a certain boy?”

Throwing him a glare that was about to end his life you were ready to hit your cousin if he wouldn’t stop mentioning your attraction towards your neighbor. You prayed he didn’t tell Tae about it, his ego was big enough and you didn’t know if you could survive if he’d become even cockier. Taehyung knew how handsome he was and that he could probably get just any girl if he wanted already so you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t shut your mouth,“ you threatened him even though you knew that nothing could stop Jimin's teasing ever.

Arriving at the Pub, you couldn’t help but grin like an idiot – all of your friends were waiting inside, a whole booth decorated just for you. Yoongi was the first to welcome you, hugging you tightly. “Happy Birthday, princess,“ he almost whispered into your ear before the other people were waiting for their turn to congratulate you.

Hoseok and Namjoon were there, including Namjoon’s girlfriend, that you hadn’t met before. Jungkook, of course, was there too and even gifted you some sunflower. “Those are my favorite!” you told him excited, to which he replied that he still remembered.

Jimin introduced you to his almost-girlfriend and she seemed to be a nice girl, a bit smaller than him, with cute glasses, short hair and a nose ring that she pulled off like no one else could.

And last but not least Kim Taehyung was standing in front of you, trying to look cold and unbothered like always, but his eyes were sparkling a bit, giving away that he wasn't as cool as he wanted to be.

“You’re here!” you gasped, genuinely excited to see him, “I feel honored.”

He shook his head joyful. “Don’t let it get to your head. Happy birthday, farmer girl,“ for the first time ever Taehyung hugged you, and you hated to admit that it felt quite comforting – the hug didn’t feel awkward or forced at all, he even had his hand on your head, right in your hair.

Yoongi and Jimin, who were standing behind Taehyung, were inspecting the hug you shared, drawing hearts with their fingers in the air for only you to see as you turned red.

“(Y/n), we got a present for you! Come on, sit down,” Hoseok happily singsang from the table and Taehyung let you go, way too early for your liking, but you weren’t complaining – you appreciated what you got this far.

As you sat down beside Yoongi, Taehyung sat right next to you, pretty close since you were sitting on a small bank with five people.

The booth was decorated with a paper chain that spelled “Happy Birthday”, a few presents were waiting for you on the table, right next to many glasses and several bottles of alcohol.

“This one is from me, Hoseok and Seokjin,“ Namjoon said excited, handing you a present.

Opening it you couldn’t help but pout at their heartwarming idea: They gifted you a framed picture the four of you when you were little, you were maybe around three to four years old.

„God, we were so small,“ you chuckled, studying the picture.

Hoseok smiled wholeheartedly, “There’s a little wheel on the side that you have to move,“ he explained and so you did – as you turned the little wheel more pictures of your friends and you appeared, all of them from different years.

“I love it,“ you smiled at them, “I'll find a special place to display it, I promise.”

“Open our’s next,“ Yoongi said, an untrustworthy smirk on his face. “It’s from me and Jimin.”

Just because you knew the two of you too well, you didn’t trust them at all.

“I bet it’ll get also a very, very special place at your home,“ Jimin assured you and you just knew at that point they probably got you something very stupid.

And they did – you let out a deep breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Thanks, I really needed that,“ you said sarcastically as you hold the box of the vibrator they gifted you in your hand.

Both of the boys bursted out into laughter, making you sigh.

„You think you're so funny, don't you? How old are you? Fourteen?“ you snipped both of their foreheads but still, a chuckle managed to slip out. Not really because you thought the present was funny but more because the boys were so amused by their own idea.

“We know the nights get lonely here,“ Jimin said, still laughing like a teenager, “Much fun with it. Just call Taehyung if you need any help with it.”

“Yeah, no, thanks, I think I can handle that on my own,“ you quickly responded before anyone else could join their nagging, “I really need a shot now. Otherwise, I won't be able to deal with you.”

Yoongi immediately poured a round of shots for everyone, “To our little (y/n).”

All of your friends clinked glasses and downed the shot. Within a few hours, one shot became quite a few, too many to count them. Jimin and his girl were making out heavily in the corner of the pub – much to your disgust. While you were happy for your cousin you still could imagine better things than seeing your family member's tongue in someone's mouth.

Yoongi, you, Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung were currently playing a card drinking game that you not only never heard of before but was also killing you at a fast pace.

“(Y/n), your turn,“ Taehyung glanced at you, raising his eyebrow – his cheeks were red and the sloppy smile on his face gave away that he also was at least a bit intoxicated by now, “Red or black?”

That was the whole point of the game, basically the only rule. You had to say a color and if the card didn’t have the color you had to take a shot. Seokjin said it was the best game to get really drunk really fast, and boy, he was right.

“Red”, you answered or to be exact, mumbled since you had a hard time pronouncing your words clearly by now.

And, of course, luck wasn’t on your side - as Taehyung turned around the card it showed black. “Tae~“ you let out a whine as he laughed, “I literally cannot drink this shot or else I’ll throw up.”

Your head was turning and your stomach felt warm and tingly, a part of you suddenly felt playful and giggly, which was pretty unusual for you. Looking at Taehyung you felt something deep down in your stomach – the way his rather long and curly hair fell into his face and his tanned skin was glowing was a beautiful sight. God, you really wanted to blame it on the booze but deep down you were aware that you were just fooling yourself.

“You’re no fun,“ he almost whined before taking the shot, “I’ll take it for you since it’s your birthday.”

“Oh, what a gentleman you are,“ you nudged him.

“Just trying to get drunk,“ he shrugged laughing before downing the shot as if it was nothing.

Your glance waved over to Jungkook, who was e the drunkest, his eyes slowly closing. “Jungkook!” you poked his upper arm, not sure if you should laugh or be concerned, “Are you passing out?”

“Hmm?” he responded, trying to open his eyes but failing, “Oh no. I’m just taking a nap.”

You peeked to Taehyung beside you, questioning him what to do, “Are you going to babysit him?”

He scoffed, “That isn’t my problem to deal with.”

About two hours later you decided that it was time to go home, having to admit that you did have fun despite wanting to stay home at first. You thanked everyone and grabbed your bag.

“What about you?” you asked Taehyung who was sitting on his phone, texting someone with his eyebrows furrowed, “You’re staying?”

His eyes met yours as he looked up from his phone, “No, I’m walking you home. Give me a second.”

You decided to wait outside, in need of some fresh air to sober you up.

Slowly, you started to walk towards your home, knowing Taehyung would be able to catch up in no time. And he did, of course.

“Oh!” he looked at you with wide eyes as he arrived by your side, before opening his bag, looking for something, “It’s your birthday!”

“No shit, Sherlock,“ you responded unimpressed at his sudden realization, walking through the little city at night, still not used to how beautiful the stars were here, „You just got that now?“

“No, wait. I actually got you something,“ the boy mumbled and you thought you heard wrong for a second. At least until Taehyung handed you a box, a rather big one.

“Are you serious?” you asked surprised, suddenly feeling shy. This morning you were convinced he didn’t even know it was your birthday but now he was standing in front of you, with a present that was neatly wrapped in yellow wrapping paper.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, please,“ he chuckled as you two walked through the dark night, only a few lanterns on your way home, “Just open it. It felt wrong not to get you anything. I mean, we’re neighbors now, and also co-workers.”

Your arm nudged him, playfully asking, “Maybe even friends?”

His laugh seemed to be even louder and happier when he’s drunk, “Says who? You wish!” before immediately adding, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Maybe even that. Now open it. Let’s sit down.“

Your neighbor gestured at the bank on the side of the way, a few steps away.

He took out his phone to turn on the flashlight so you could see, sitting dangerously close to you. “Why didn’t you give it to me earlier?” you asked him curiously.

“You know, I gotta keep my cool reputation in front of them,“ he joked.

“Ah, can’t let them know that you have a crush on me?” you blurted out, trying to flirt, knowing you would never say those things if it wasn’t for all the shots you drank earlier.

“You’re a pain in the ass,“ he mocked you a bit, “Will you please just open it now? There are a few smaller things.”

As you ripped open the wrapping paper you let out a laugh, impressed by his first present, “A raincoat? I could’ve seen that one coming.”

“I still can’t believe you don’t own one. Look underneath, there’s also a shirt you can use for work so you won’t ruin your good clothes,“ he said, almost proud of his idea and it was adorable.

The shirt was grey and oversized - and also, there was a picture printed onto it. Taehyung let out another laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to stop him from laughing harder, before you could see what was on it.

As he shined his flashlight on the picture you were not only extremely amused but also very amazed that he did that for you, even though he obviously was trying to be funny, you genuinely liked it – the picture was a selfie of Taehyung, giving a thumbs up, right next to his favorite being on this earth, Bertha. Underneath the picture the sentence ‘(Y/n), you can do it. I hope.’ was written in big letters.

“You’re seriously the worst,“ you joined his laughter, wondering how in the hell he got this idea. The atmosphere was almost friendly – a new step for the two of you. Not that you didn’t like him before, you just thought that he didn’t like you back.

“I think you’ll look quite good in it, (y/n),“ he smiled proudly, definitely satisfied with himself.

“You’re such a flirt,“ you said sarcastically.

The last gift in the box really got to you though - it immediately brought back a lot of memories, cherished ones, of your childhood. An overwhelming rush of sentiment came over you as you couldn't believe your eyes.

“Tae, I–” you were looking for the right words to say but none came to your head, “Is it what I think it is?”

“If you think it’s your old music box that played Somewhere Over The Rainbow over and over again, then it is, yes,“ he replied, playing it cool as if it wasn't a big thing.

You totally forgot about it until now, back in the day you always used to play it before going to bed, falling asleep immediately to the soothing sound of it – back then it didn't matter where you were: you wouldn't fall asleep without the petite woodbox playing your favorite song.

“Where did you even get this?“ you asked him, gulping.

“Oh, Minwoo gave it to me to calm the cows on thunder days,“ he said amused.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,“ you chuckled, still inspecting the music box. It seemed to be even prettier than you remembered it.

“Do you like it?” he asked, turning towards you, “I know how obsessed you were with it as a child so I thought you’d like to have it back. The cows didn’t like it anyway.”

Your eyes met his, not knowing what to say. He was so cool about it when to you, this might be one of the most meaningful presents you've gotten in a long time. The fact that he even remembered how in love you were with this music box and how thoughtful of him it was to give it back to you. Slowly you put the box down, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. It was probably stupid, for him it was just a simple present and you were overreacting, right? But still, it was so much more than you would’ve expected. Especially from him

“I love it,“ you assured him, the wrinkles around his eyes deeper than you’ve ever seen them before. “Thank you so much.”

Before he could say something to ruin the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his collar. It took him a few moments to realize what was happening, a hug was something he didn’t expect at all, but it did feel nice. His arms carefully found your waist and hugged you back.

You could see how red his cheeks were as your hug ended but for once you decided to not tease him, not wanting to ruin a genuinely nice moment. The two of you didn’t have those very often.

“Shall we go home?” Taehyung asked softly as he stood up, waiting for you to join him.

The two of you were walking for a while, way slower than usual. It might be the alcohol in your veins or simply the secret desire to spend some more time together, alone and outside of the farm.

“Be honest,“ you started carelessly, it almost sounded like you were singing it, “You do think I’m cute.”

Looking up to Taehyung you saw that he was smiling and didn’t seem to care about your teasing anymore.

“I do think you’re cute. That doesn’t make you less any annoying though,“ he replied, his tone almost playful. As you were walking your shoulders were lightly brushing every now and then, a rush of excitement going through your body every single time.

“Now you be honest. You were totally checking me out when you saw me on the day you moved here,“ he countered, the conversation light.

You let out a small scoff, “I maybe would have if I hadn’t been to busy trying to free myself from your grip since you thought I was stealing your chicken,“ you snapped at him and Taehyung let out a laugh at that memory. Even though it wasn’t long ago it felt like years, considering how much your relationship developed since then.

“Your turn. You would’ve gone home sooner but you were waiting to walk me home,“ the vibe Taehyung gave you told you it was okay to dig a bit deeper.

“Now you’re just being overconfident, (y/n),“ he laughed and you thought about how his laugh is so different than his mum’s. His mother's laugh was light and charming while his laugh was deep and full of joy, almost bold and loud.

“If you say I’m wrong you’re lying,“ you insisted while looking up to the beautiful night sky, not letting loose. Even though you were a bit cold you didn’t really care, you could walk and talk for a few more hours without complaining.

“I never said you’re wrong,“ he answered quietly, now more soft and serious, “But don’t let it get to your head, I know my mum would kill me if she heard that you had to walk home alone.”

“You’re so in love with me dude, how gross,“ you joked, not able to stop your usual nagging.

By now it seemed like that was Taehyung’s and your’s thing somehow. It was an open secret that there was something between the two of you, whatever that was. Maybe, you and Taehyung were still denying it but your friends weren't completely wrong when they talked about your relationship to each other.

“I really don’t know if I wanna shove you off this bridge or kiss your annoying ass,“ he stated shamelessly, trying to sound annoyed but his mood was just as good as yours and the cheeky flirting was something he missed over the last years.

It’s been too long since he met someone he liked so much that he didn’t have to care about what he said. Spending time with you made him feel careless. The night air and the sky that was full of stars just loosened up the mood even more.

Even though your heart was beating faster at his comment you tried to remain cool – he said it so casually as if the topic of kissing you was something completely normal to him, making you realize that maybe Taehyungand you were indeed becoming something more than friends.

“Oh, can I pick?”, you grinned at him.

“No,“ he answered easily while pushing you towards the edge of the bridge you were currently walking on, making you gasp a bit, while trying to balance yourself so you wouldn’t fall over the low wooden railing.

What exactly was he doing? Just in the right moment, he held you, his arm around your waist, being a bit too close to you which was making your heart beat insanely fast. As you looked at him your eyes were opened wide, the shock written all over your face.

Taehyung still was holding you close, giving you the brightest smile ever, his expression full of joy, “Did you really think that I’d let you fall?”

“Yes!“ you almost shouted out of shock, a hundred percent sure that he’d actually do something like that, “If anyone in this town would then it would be you.”

He acted a bit offended, as he pulled your body a bit closer to his again, your intestines feeling all over the place. Half of your body was still bent over the bridge as Taehyungs hold was the only support that stopped you from falling right into the water. His face came near yours and at this moment you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on yours.

“Well, if you think that lowly of me,“ he started, before pausing his sentence, you could swear that you could feel his breath tingling on your lips and see his eyes wandering down to look at your them – but before anything else could happen you started losing balance as Taehyung let go of your body, making you fall right into the lake behind you.

Of course, he’d do something like that. You should've guessed that.

As you came up again you were drenched. The water was at least still warm enough to not make you shiver while climbing up to the bridge again. Taehyung was laughing wholeheartedly, his one hand once again covering his mouth, while holding his other hand out for you so he could help you.

You immediately took his offer, taking a tight grip on his hand before getting your revenge – within seconds Taehyung forcefully joined you in the water, his eyes popping out when you completely caught him off guard.

“I should’ve seen that coming,“ he admitted, now also completely wet but still amused, “I deserved that.”

The two of you were chuckling, no one of you seemed to want to get out of the water for now.

“Remember the one time we were having a contest here about who can stay underwater the longest when we were children?” you asked him thinking back to older days, one of the few memories you had with him.

He nodded while walking towards you, leaning his back against the bridge. His body was close to yours, his face facing yours, ���I remember you and Jimin being afraid because you thought I fainted because I let my body swim on the surface with my head under the water still.”

Hitting his chest, you squinted your eyes, “You were the worst, seriously! Why would you do this to me? I was so afraid.”

His arm found your hip, resting lazily on it - you wondered if he’d also do that if he was completely sober, “To make good memories.”

“Well, that’s also about our only memory because you always avoided me when we were younger,“ you stated, a bit salty.

His laughter sounded different this time, if you didn’t know better you’d almost say there was some kind of admiration in it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,“ he apologized, putting his hands up in the air, still laughing before looking at you once again – it’s like you completely forgot about being in the water now in the middle of the night.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asked you, whispering as if you had to be careful to not get caught.

“Always,“ you answered eager as your eyes widened in excitement.

“I avoided you because I had the biggest crush on you and Yoongi always said girls suck and if anyone of us ever kissed a girl they’d be kicked out of the gang,“ he admitted, smiling back at the memory.

“Okay, but Yoongi was literally my first kiss,“ you confessed to him, “I think he knew exactly why he told you that.”

Now it was Taehyung who was in shock, not you. “You’re kidding me,“ he sounded offended, “I can’t believe he’d play me like this because of some chick.”

“Hello? I’m right here,“ you scoffed, shaking your head amused.

“Oh, I bet you’d rather be where Yoongi is, huh?” he stared you down for a second before breaking character and starting to laugh, “But seriously, he never even told me. He knew I’d fight him about it.”

“It must be hard to always be as dramatic as you are,“ you scoffed, as you got out of the water again, starting to shiver a bit, “Let’s go home, I’m cold.”

He got out of the water too and you tried hard not to stare at his chest that was completely showing through his white shirt.

“You should have put on a jacket,“ he shrugged, acting as if it's your fault that you were completely drenched and cold.

“You little shit,“ you countered as the two of you were walking towards your home, “I’m only cold because you pushed me into the lake.”

“I had fun tonight,“ you admitted to him as you were standing in front of your door once again, “You’re not awful.”

“Thank you?”, he laughed unsure before he continued, “You’re also not awful, (y/n).”

“I mean, you were not the nicest in the beginning, I thought you hated me. But now, I think you tolerate me,“ you said, a winning smile on your face.

“Believe it or not, I think you’re pretty cool,” he mirrored your smile, nodding.

“I’ll let my diary know about that,” you assured him.

He just stood there for a second, looking at you. Both of you didn’t want to part, enjoying time with each other but you didn’t want things to get awkward.

“I’m sorry I pushed you into the water,“ he mentioned, laughing while apologizing.

You rolled your eyes at his half-assed apology, “Yeah sure. You better make up for that.”

He nodded, “I will. I promise. Good night, (y/n).“

Suddenly you felt him hugging you, not expecting it once again. Three hugs in one day were something you didn’t expect at all when you woke up this morning.

“Sleep well,“ you told him as you closed the door behind you, removing your make up, changing into comfortable clothes and letting yourself fall into your bed, falling asleep with a smile on your lips. You were definitely making progress.

A few days after your birthday and the situation with Taehyung, it was about time to talk to someone about your confusing feelings. Yoongi was the first person that came to your mind, definitely not wanting to talk to Jimin about it.

As the two of you were sitting outside on your porch, drinking a beer and enjoying the sunset slowly going down, you decided to tell him about what happened after you and Taehyung left on your birthday.

“He gifted you your old music box?” he asked confused, almost shocked, “That’s so much better than the vibrator we gifted you, dammit.”

You let out a laugh, “Anything is better than that.”

“Well, apparently you won’t be needing it any time soon if you and Taehyung continue to fall in love at that pace,“ your best friend gave you a small wink.

“Yoongi,“ you let out a pout, “I really don’t know what I should do. He was about to kiss me by the lake but instead, he let me fall into the water.”

He was trying his hardest to contain his laughter as you told the story but he couldn’t help it, “You really think he’s the one you want? I bet not even Jungkook would behave that awkward.”

Chuckling, you shrugged, “I guess I just like a challenge.”

Yoongi nodded, “He definitely is one. Bare with him, it’s been some time. His last girlfriend and him broke up quite some time ago.”

When Yoongi mentioned the word gilfriend you felt curiosity awakening inside of you, “What was she like?”

Taking a sip of his beer, he glanced at you, a bit pitiful, “Are you sure you wanna do this to yourself?”

“I’m just curious,“ you assured him, „No hard feelings.“

Before Yoongi could start telling you about her you were disturbed by your cousin, who just finished his work, a beer in his hand as he sat down on the free chair on your table, „What are you talking about?”

“My hopeless crush,“ you said, laughing.

“What else,“ he shrugged, unimpressed, “You could still date Jungkook, you know.”

You shook your head before turning back to Yoongi, “So, tell me about her, I can’t imagine him with a girl at all.”

“Are we talking about Elly?” Jimin asked confused, trying to catch up with your conversation.

“Yes,” Yoongi said, trying to start once again before getting interrupted by Jimin, also once again.

“She wasn’t shit, (y/n). Don’t worry about her. I never liked her. They weren’t even really a couple.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “She wasn’t all bad, Jimin. She was actually quite nice at the beginning. She’s from the town next to ours, the granddaughter of the owner of the library – we were friends with her back then when she still visited every weekend. I guess she was into Tae from the first second and he was, well, frustrated. So they became friends with benefits. Nothing too serious at first.”

“(Y/n), I really don’t get why you’d wanna know. You’ll just hurt yourself,“ your cousin seemed to worry, clearly disagreeing with your curiosity.

“They broke up so I won’t be hurt, I just can’t imagine him in a relationship at all. I need some information for research,“ you argued.

“He was a good boyfriend, I guess,“ Jimin thought about it, taking a big gulp of his beer, “Like he visited her often and made sure to bring her to every event or birthday. But one of them would always start a fight and it got so annoying over time. Every time he brought her I was afraid to say anything to him because if I only said one wrong word she’d start to discuss with him.”

Yoongi now interrupted him, “Well, it wasn’t only her who started fights, to be fair. Taehyung often enough started one too, whenever he was in a bad mood he’d always find a reason to fight.”

A scoff came out of your mouth, “I already thought he’d be one to pick fights, to be honest.”

“Speaking of the devil,“ Yoongi nodded towards the house of the Kim’s and as you turned around you saw Taehyung jogging over to you. He seemed to be in a good mood, a smile on his lips, something rather unusual.

“Why are you having a nice evening and no one cared to call me?” he asked as he arrived in front of you, holding up a big plate with many different pieces of cakes on it, “I brought cake.”

Jimin immediately took the plate and set it down in front of him as Taehyung sat down on the free seat on the bench beside you.

“We were just talking shit about you,“ Jimin started, getting up to get some forks from inside.

“Why? What did I do?” he asked, already sounding offended, ready to defend himself without knowing what even seemed to be the problem.

“I just told them about how you let me fall into the lake,“ you huffed, salty, not letting it go easily.

“Why would you do that?” he asked in a whiny tone, “Aren’t they teasing us enough already?”

“I don’t care about that. I still can’t believe you’ve done that. I could’ve caught a cold.”

He now crossed his arms in front of his chest, “You didn’t though, right? I brought you cake as an apology, just to find you hanging out with our friends, without me?”

Yoongi let out a laugh at your constant bickering, “Young love must be so nice.”

“Be quiet,“ you gave him a warning glance before you turned back to the real enemy here, “You think cake can just fix the trust I lost in you?”

He let out a laugh, “You’re being overdramatic.”

Actually, you couldn’t care less that he let you fall into the lake. It was just fun to pick fights with him, “You’re being an asshole.”

He scoffed before continuing your discussion in a mocking voice, “Wanted me to kiss you so bad that you can’t get over the fact that I didn’t?”

You let out a small gasp, not expecting his comeback. Yoongi and Jimin were both trying no to laugh watching the two of you fight.

“If you think that, you’re truly delusional,“ you stated, even though everyone here knew he was right, “The only reason I didn’t kill you right then was because I was so relieved you didn’t kiss me.”

He snorted, not ready to give up yet, “Sure, just keep on telling it to yourself until you start to believe it.”

And this is how you spent the rest of the evening. Three of your closest friends, cake, one or two or maybe even more beers, a beautiful pink sunset and most important - in the place you loved to call your home.

“(Y/n), give me a hand, please,“ your neighbor screamed from the other side of the farm, struggling to put up the pavilion that was supposed to cover the tables from the weather.

It was a warm autumn day but you knew that it could basically start to pour any second. Quickly you jogged over to Taehyung, leaving Jimin alone with the other preparations for the big harvest festival that was held once a year on the farm. It was a tradition you used to love as a child and you were more than happy to participate again this year.

As you walked over you couldn’t help but notice how mesmerizing he looked once again. There was sweat dripping down his face while he gave you a light and exhausted chuckle, holding up one side of the pavilion with his rather strong arms. The white shirt and grey sweatpants he was wearing might as well be the death of you. Oh god, you definitely hated being attracted to him.

“What’s up, Kim?” you asked, desperately trying to sound as unbothered as possible.

He, on the other hand, continued to smile, shaking his head, “Can you please hold up the other side over there?” he asked, pointing to it, “I’ll do the rest.”

You went over and held up the other side, having to stand on your tiptoes. “Are you excited for tonight?” you asked him, desperate to make conversation with him. Even though by now Taehyung was being very nice to you, you were still always trying to make him like you. Even though Jimin and Yoongi assured you he likes you quite a lot by now you still wanted him to admit to it. His attention was your favorite thing at the moment, you couldn’t get enough of it.

He shrugged while concentrating on a screw he was currently trying to get in, “Not really. It’s not gonna be different than any other year.”

“I’m here now so it is gonna be different than before,” you said, making him look up from his work for a second, his eyes finding yours.

“So, you’re going to make the harvest festival interesting again?” you saw the smirk on his face before continuing, “Don’t get up my hopes.”

“Share a bottle of liquor with me and I bet we’ll have a lot of fun,” you stated boldly, immediately embarrassed at your way too obvious flirting. At this point, you were sure that he was very aware of your obvious crush on him. He was many things. Rude, annoying, sometimes even a bit mean but delusional wasn’t one of them.

“Are you flirting with me, (y/n)?” he asked almost a bit teasingly.

“I am,” you said, trying to sound confident but you were pretty sure your now deep red cheeks were giving you away.

He seemed to be amused and he shook his head in what seemed to be joy.

“Not bad,” was all he said, shrugging before his full attention was back on building the pavilion.

You looked around the big farm as Taehyung was working. It looked beautiful, there were a lot of tables with benches, all of them had some flowers and candles on top of them, you could only imagine how cute it would look as soon as the sky was dark and all the candles were lit.

Jimin was currently preparing some baskets filled with eggs, milk, some wool, all different kinds of fruits and vegetables and even some feathers you picked up from the pond where the ducks stayed as a lucky charm – your uncle and Taehyung’s mother would sell them later on, the people always loved those little baskets.

Taehyung’s mother was inside, preparing food for the night. She was overdoing herself, cooking four different kinds of soups, baking too many loaves of bread for the visitors to eat, she even has been baking all kind of cakes since yesterday night.

“Your mum is an angel,” you mumbled more to yourself than to him but Taehyung still heard you, laughing a bit.

“She just really loves the harvest festival. But yes, I agree, she really is,” he answered without looking at you, “There’s gonna be plenty of leftovers tomorrow, I’ll bring you some if you want.”

You nodded even though he didn’t see, “I’d love that.”

“Hey, (y/n)!” Gus, the owner of the restaurant, came up to you. He drove up here in his truck, the whole back of it filled with different meals that he contributed for tonight, “Where should I put the fish and meat?”

Taehyung told you that you could leave and help Gus for now so you showed him where the food was being served. There was a long in the middle of the farm, where Gus’ and Mrs. Kim’s food was going to be sold later on. It was opposite to the little dancefloor your uncle built earlier, he even got a pretty good sound system for the night. You already anticipated seeing all of the older people dance later, it was always very cute to see them be happy. All the tables to sit on were placed in between the dancefloor and the food.

As you were helping Gus’ to carry the food you saw Yoongi and his parents coming up to you.

“Hey cutie,” your best friend greeted you as he put down the three beer crates he was casually caring like they didn’t weigh anything, “How are things going?”

“I’m really excited for tonight,” you cheered with a wide smile on your lips, “My last harvest festival was years ago, I still had to go to bed at eight o’clock at that time.”

He let out a laugh, “Oh, that’s when the fun is just starting.”

You only managed to finish all the work an hour before the first people came to the festival. Within no time the whole farm was filled with people as the sun was slowly going down.

You didn’t expect so many people to actually show up. Not only the whole village was attending tonight’s fest but a lot of them also brought their family from out of town, a lot of faces you’ve never seen before.

It luckily didn’t rain yet and you were hoping it would stay that way for the rest of the night. The sky was dark now and all the candles were lit, making the atmosphere cozy. People were eating, drinking and enjoying themselves, some even danced to the 80′s music that was playing already.

You were sitting on the side of a table, just looking around and appreciating everything as a few of your friends came up to you.

“Don’t you wanna eat something?” Jungkook asked you, nodding towards the table with the food, “We were just about to grab something, join us.”

“Let’s also grab a drink or two,” your cousin, who clearly already had more than just a drink or two, his bright pink cheeks exposing him, shouted as he came up behind Jungkook, Yoongi and Yoongi’s girlfriend.

Your mouth watered as you saw, and especially smelled, the food that was offered. Now you were very thankful that you didn’t have the time to eat all day. All the food looked amazing and you didn’t even know where to start. Hoseok and Namjoon both went for the meat but you wanted to start with something more light for now, looking at all the soups Mrs. Kim made.

“Try mum’s Italian wedding soup, it’s the best,” you flinched lightly as Taehyung came up behind you out of nowhere, his arm casually resting on your shoulder.

You tried to play it cool in front of your friends but inside you were all tense, just because of Tae being so close to you.

“I’ll have that then,” you agreed, telling his mother who was handing out food tonight. Both you and Taehyung offered her to help out earlier but she insisted that you should just enjoy the evening.

“Of course, my darling,” she poured some of the soup into a big cup, giving you and her son a wide smile, “You two look just adorable together.”

You felt yourself blushing but you were pretty sure that no one would notice in the dark.

“Right? We’ve been telling them the whole time,” Hoseok joined, excitement in his eyes, agreeing with his friends’ mother. You heard a deep, frustrated groan from Taehyung.

“Guys,” he squinted his eyes at both of them with a warning glance but he still was resting his arm on you, not even thinking about removing it, “Can you mind your own business? Just for once?”

Yoongi chuckled at the two of you, knowing exactly that you were trying your hardest to keep your cool, “You know they won’t leave you alone until something happens.”

He was right. But you weren’t sure if and when things would happen. And what those things even would be. When it came to Taehyung you felt more clueless than ever before. Not even your math class in senior year seemed that confusing.

“Yeah, because no one in this town knows how to respect the boundaries of other people,” Taehyung bitterly said through gritted teeth, slightly annoyed but everyone just let out a laugh, not taking him seriously, thinking it’s funny that he gets so worked up over some simple teasing.

“I’m sorry (y/n),” Mrs. Kim turned towards you, apologizing, but you could still see a little amused smile on her lips, “I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mind at all,” you assured her, “Don’t apologize.”

“I’ll go and get us something to drink,” Yoongi offered after he got some food, his lips already pressed against his girlfriend’s neck again before turning to you, “Save us a seat.”

You waited for the rest to get something to eat and wondered what was suddenly going on with Taehyung, he wasn’t leaving your side at all which was pretty unusual for him. Last week he was still too afraid to give you a birthday present in front of the boys and now he was suddenly even touching you in front of everyone?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered for only you to hear as all of you were looking for a table to sit on. On the way, he let go of you but still was walking right next to you. Not that you minded, you enjoyed the sudden attention he was giving you, you just had to get used to it.

“What for?” you asked him, shrugging lightly, “I don’t care if the guys tease us. They think we’re into each other, they won’t stop anyway.”

“Well, they aren’t so dumb after all, huh?” he still whispered to you, chuckling a bit as he turned around to the others, pointing to a free table, “Let’s sit down over there.”

This little shit was flirting with you.

The soup was amazing. The alcohol was pouring. The atmosphere was loud and filled with banter and laughter. Yoongi and his girl were making out in front of everyone in no time, literally being all over each other. Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin were screaming along to ‘Come on Eileen’ playing in the background, doing those stupid fortnite dances to the old music, constantly motivating each other to do stupid moves and having the time of their lives. Namjoon was talking to his girlfriend, the majority of your friends still had no idea that they were actually dating and you wondered how they managed to keep it a secret in such a small town like this.

You were just laughing every now and then, enjoying everyone’s presence - an evening like this was exactly what you needed, full of friends and possibilities to make amazing memories.

Looking back at the fact that in the beginning, you were so afraid to start a new life here was ridiculous by now – this was your home, you were doing the thing you love with people you wouldn’t trade for anything. Not in a hundred years would you have thought that you’d find your happiness in this small town.

You carefully dared to look over to Taehyung, hoping he wouldn’t catch you staring – you felt tingly, it might be the wine or the butterflies in your stomach but you felt so much comfort and happiness that you wanted to explode.

The way he was laughing was making you go insane – you got lost in the wrinkles around his eyes and his side profile that seemed to be the most perfect thing you’ve ever seen. It was so nice and rare to see him letting go, being completely relaxed and warm. The longer you looked at him the more you craved something deep down in your stomach.

It felt like you were in a movie, the world around you blurred and slowing down while all you could concentrate on was the guy next to you: The guy, that used to be so cold to you and opened up step by step, going from thinking you were stealing chickens to flirting with you in front of everyone.

You secretly hoped that the two of you were figuring out the future of your relationship rather sooner than later, slowly growing impatient. It was obvious to anyone who’d spent only five minutes around you: There was an undeniable tension, a chemistry that both of you felt.

Still staring at him while everyone was laughing and talking he stole a glance from you, seeing that your attention was already completely on him. His features softened as soon as his eyes met yours and the big laughter on his face turned into a small but impactful smile - immediately you felt a rush of confidence running through your veins, your heart beating faster. You hated how you were literally melting for him but you knew exactly that you couldn’t fight it so you might as well let him in.

His eyes were still locked with yours, no one daring to break eye contact. You wondered how this moment could feel so intimate when there were literally 200 people gathered around you – it felt like you were all alone, everyone else was busy cracking jokes while the two of you were busy falling in love. Or at least that was what it felt like.

He gave you a small nod before sitting a bit closer to you, your thighs now touching. “Stop flirting with me. I might just break my cool character and blush,” he joked, making you chuckle before the two of you brought your attention back to your friends who were currently cheering for Jungkook and Jimin, both trying to down their beer faster than the other one.

You shook your head, letting out a laugh at them being messy. Taehyung’s hand sneakily rested on your lower back and you hoped it would stay there for a while.

Jimin finished first and laughed at Jungkook, who was still drinking, “Oh, I can’t believe you thought you could win against me. I’m the king when it comes to drinking,” he bragged.

Yoongi, who was for once breaking free from his girlfriend, shook his head at Jimin, “You’re overconfident. Taehyung, finish him.”

Taehyung let out a groan, “Don’t make me do this.”

“Let’s go Taehyungie, I bet I can beat you easily,” Jimin challenged him, knowing exactly how to provoke his friend.

“Dude, don’t do this to yourself, you’ll lose,” Hoseok yelled, “No one can beat Taehyung, you should know better than that.”

“I trained. And Taehyung didn’t show off his skills in a long time, I think you’re underestimating me,” he insisted, opening another bottle of beer and putting it down in front of Tae.

“Jimin, take it easy. It’s your fourth beer in what? Twenty minutes?” you interrupted, “I don’t wanna clean up all alone tomorrow because you are dying.”

“It’s harvest festival (y/n),” he whined while opening another bottle of wine for you, pouring something into your glass, “You gotta start learning how we do it here.”

Taehyung shook his head, letting out another deep sigh, “You have no chance against me,” he held up his beer and waited for Jimin to do the same.

Jimin had a satisfied smile on his lips, ready to give it his all, “I’m going to fight for your title.”

Taehyung let out a laugh, “That’s cute. Much luck trying.”

All of you were counting down from three and the guys started chugging down the beer like it was a life or death situation. It was stupid and childish but all of you were enjoying it, rooting for Tehyung. If all of your friends could agree on one thing then it would be that Jimin needs to be taken down back to earth every now and then.

You looked at him, your mouth slightly open. One thing you definitely didn’t know about Taehyung was how fast he could drink. He always seemed like the most reasonable and mature guy so you were kind of taken by surprise to see how he downed the bottle in the matter of a few seconds.

“Ha!” he let out, laughing as he put his bottle down, “You’re a fool, dude.”

Jimin let out a laugh, shrugging, “Never thought I had a chance, just wanted you to drink a bit. Who’s the fool now?”

“I didn’t know you could drink like that,” you turned to Taehyung.

“This guy used to get so wasted every weekend, he just acts all pure in front of you,” Namjoon exposed his friend, laughing.

You raised your eyebrow at Taehyung, “Oh, let’s see who can handle more then, shall we?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened surprised, not expecting you to challenge him when it comes to drinking, “You might regret that.”

“I don’t mind regretting a thing or two,” you poured the two of you some shots.

“That’s the spirit,” Jimin cheered, opening another bottle of beer.

Taehyung and you were clinking glasses, “To Bertha!” he mentioned his favorite before both of you downed the shots, making a grimace as the bitter liquor went down your throat.

“That shit tastes horrible,” you stated, making him laugh.

“No one said getting drunk is easy,” he countered before immediately pouring you another shot, “But you wanted this. We can stop if you can’t take it, you know.”

“Definitely not,” you scoffed raising your eyebrow at him and holding up the shot glass, “It’s going to be a long, long night.”

“Oh, don’t promise what you can’t keep,” he flirted amused, laughing at you before getting ready to down the next shot, “To you and me.”

Nodding, you gave him a smile, “Whatever that might mean.”

You didn’t know what was faster: The time flying by or your alcohol level rising. It was around midnight now and the night just started. All of you were still drinking eagerly, sharing stupid stories and daring each other to do even more stupid things. The music was loud and the older people were dancing like there’s no tomorrow while you were still sitting at the table, playing cards and taking videos and photos of each other.

Some other girls around your age joined your group, you didn’t know them but the rest did. It was a nice group of people overall.

You still were watching the elders dance, smiling to yourself as your uncle and Taehyung’s mum were dancing with each other, seemingly having the best time.

“Aren’t they cute?” Tae turned to you with a grin, his hand resting right above your knee, slightly squeezing it. You could tell the alcohol had its impact on him because he was getting more touchy by minute, his eyes sparkling.

You nodded, feeling a bit nostalgic seeing them together. They always have been close, both of them lost their significant others early and were left with their children and a whole farm to manage. “It’s nice that they’re having fun. I wish they’d take a break more often.”

Taehyung hummed in agreement, his thumb caressing your leg, “I’m happy Mum has Minwoo. They are always there for each other and talk shit about me and Jimin,” he joked, his eyes still glued to his mother.

He was clearly adoring their little dance while you were adoring him.

“He’s really grateful you’re here.”, you didn’t expect Taehyung to be so serious, a new side of him showing.

“I like being here. Wouldn’t go back,” you told him as you put your hand on top of his, appreciating the moment.

His eyes met yours, not thinking you’d hold his hand in front of everyone, even though no one could see, “You do? I didn’t think you’d fit in or like it here at first if I am honest.”

You let out a laugh, “Yeah, I know. You were very vocal about that if you don’t remember our first encounter as I came back.”

He joined your laughter, giving you an apologetic pout, “I’m sorry. I was being a bit rough, wasn’t I?”

You nodded, “Didn’t expect anything else though. You never opened up towards me when we were younger,” you explained to him in a soft voice, you didn’t want to hurt him with your words.

“I just wondered why you’d move here. I thought it was stupid. What does this little town offer you?” he asked curiously, his eyes glued back to your family.

“This, for example,” you gestured to them, “It’s very heartwarming here. You might not realize because you’ve always been here but this town is full of love.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyebrows a bit, “I bet the actual reason you like it so much here is this cute neighbor of yours.”

You scoffed at his confidence, “Oh, you mean that Taehyung guy? No, he’s just too busy loving himself, I doubt he could ever make time to let someone else in.”

He opened his mouth a bit, acting shocked, “Didn’t you hear?”, he asked you, turning his body to you now to completely face you, “Everyone says he’s a total sucker for you.”

Playing along, you slightly brushed your knees against his, “I don’t think so,” you let out a sigh, “Last week he had the perfect chance to kiss me but instead he threw me into the lake.”

He grinned, not expecting you being so witty. “I’m sure he was just nervous and regrets it very much.”

“I wonder what your sources are. They don’t seem very trustworthy. You know that guy, he has a heart made of stone.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” he came closer to whisper in your ear, “He’s actually a soft man inside.”

“(Y/n)!” your cousin screamed over to you, clearly drunk, ruining your little moment with Taehyung, “Let's go, dance with your favorite cousin.”

You sighed heavily, knowing that refusing won’t work even though you didn’t want the playful banter with Taehyung to end. So a few seconds later you found yourself on the dance floor, jamming to the old classics with your favorite human in town. Taehyung and Yoongi might be close, but no one would beat your family.

The two of you danced around like crazy, exaggerating every move, having fun without any worries for a few songs.

That was until you saw Jimin looking over to the rest of your group, his eyebrows narrowing, a mixture of confusion and anger in his eyes - his jaw clenched as he was glaring somewhere. You followed his gaze to see Taehyung talking to a girl you didn’t know. You didn’t think anything of it at first, he didn’t seem very close to her, maybe even a bit uncomfortable.

“That little shit,” your cousin raised his voice, looking at you, “He better doesn’t do anything stupid.”

You threw him a questioning look, no idea what was going on, “What do you mean? They’re just talking.”

He shook his head, “That’s Elly. Elly and Taehyung are never just talking.“

His ex. What did this mean to you? You didn’t feel jealous somehow. The evening was fine, Taehyung was clearly giving all of his attention to you, the two of you weren’t dating, you didn’t even kiss yet. Of course, you hoped that this would change sooner or later, your feelings for him were undeniable at this point and part of you thought that they weren’t one-sided.

Before you said anything, Jimin was losing his temper, “He can’t treat you like this, (y/n). I’m going to talk to him.”

You laughed at his clearly drunken state, shaking your head, “No no, I can manage my relationships alone, don’t worry.”

He tried to look you in the eyes, failing slightly. You were pretty sure that if you’d ask him to touch his nose right now, he’d miss it by miles.

“Why, of all people, Taehyung? He’s too cold for you. I love this dude but I don’t want you to go through a hard time because of him,” he pouted, suddenly wanting to discuss your love life with you.

You knew you shouldn’t laugh, Jimin was being sincere and caring about you right now but his state was so fucked up that you couldn’t help it, “Let’s get you some water.”

Letting out a heavy sigh because you ignored him, he followed you to the Mins’ table where they were selling drinks.

They immediately let out a laugh, “Oh, Jimin,” Yoongi’s mother said amused at his clearly fucked-up state.

“Can we have a water, please?” you asked her as you held Jimin, wishing he’d stay still.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tried to convince you, “I could do a cartwheel without a problem.”

“Please don’t,” you laughed at his confidence, giving him the cup of water and thanking Yoongi’s mother, “Should we go back to the table?”

He nodded and you walked over to your group of friends, handing Jimin over to Jungkook. Looking around you saw that Taehyung was missing. Just as his ex-girlfriend.

Of course, you couldn’t know if they left together. Maybe Taehyung just went home without saying goodbye. Checking your phone to see if he maybe texted you just disappointed you even more. You hated that you suddenly felt so vulnerable. The evening was so much fun up to this point, the fact that such a tiny thing could ruin your mood completely made you feel foolish.

Not daring to ask Yoongi if he knew where he went or if they left together, knowing he’d try to comfort you, making you feel even worse, you said your goodbyes to your friends, claiming you were tired and needed some sleep.

Walking over to your home luckily was only taking you a minute, considering that the harvest festival was held on your farm. The worst thing about all this was that you didn’t know how to feel. Technically, you had no reason to be mad or jealous, Taehyung and you never did anything more than flirting.

On the other hand though, you liked him, so of course, it hurt you that he was probably enjoying himself with his ex-girlfriend right now. Your head hurt from all the alcohol and overthinking. You wished he would at least have said goodbye to you. Maybe, after all, he wasn’t into you as much as you thought. Today would’ve been his chance to make a move otherwise.

Opening your door you almost got scared to death. Your heartbeat was going crazy fast and you were even more confused than before. Just as you accepted the fact that Taehyung left the party with his ex-girlfriend, he was sitting on your sofa, playing games on his phones, waiting for no one else than you.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in?” you almost screamed, still shocked by the thought that someone broke into your house at first.

He laughed, simply stating, “I know where your spare key is.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “But what are you doing here? Why are you just sitting on my sofa?”

“I wanted to leave the party. But I still wanted to spend time with you.”

“What about Elly?” you blurted out, your eyes immediately widening after you asked, realizing that he and you never talked about her.

He looked at you in shock, “W-What?” you never head him stutter before, “What about her? How do you know?”, the confusion on his face vanished a bit, sighing heavy, “Yoongi told you about her, right?”

You nodded, “It just came up once in a conversation we were having. And when I saw you with her I just assumed you left with her.”

He laughed, looking at you like you were crazy, “Why would I do that?”

You shrugged, not having an answer to his question. “What do I know? Maybe you missed her.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’d waste your time like that. And my time also,” he said softly, “Forget about her. She came up to me as soon as you left, trying to talk so I left.”

You nodded, understanding what was going on now, “So, you decided to break into my house?”

“Oh, I can leave if you want me to.“

“That’s not what I said,” you rolled your eyes. Suddenly, there was a pause. Neither of you were saying anything and you felt unsure of how to continue.

“Shouldn’t we clean outside a bit already?” you asked Taehyung, trying to break the silence so you’d get out of this overwhelming situation.

Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be very relaxed, he almost felt at home on your sofa. He stood up, coming closer and closer to you, “It can wait until tomorrow.”

When he stopped, he was right in front of you, your feet were almost touching and if someone would push you at this moment, you surely would land on top of him, which actually sounded pretty nice to you. You nodded, trying to sneakily take a deep breath to calm down, you had no idea why you were so nervous. He’s by far not the first guy you kissed but he might be the one kiss you anticipated the most.

His hand slowly ran up your arm, then down again, giving you goosebumps all over your skin, his gentleness making you fall for him even more. His hand found yours and you looked into his eyes, wanting to drown in them as your stomach felt like it was tied in knots.

A small smile formed on Taehyung’s lips as you locked eyes, not able to have a single clear thought. By now you were sure that tonight would be the night you’d finally have him where you wanted him. All for yourself.

Coming nearer, you felt his upper body almost touching yours, his head was leaning in and you saw him slowly closing his eyes as his free hand found your hip, bringing you even closer to him.

The moment before the actual kiss was already breathtaking enough. The mixed smell of his cologne and the alcohol the two of you drank earlier was making you feel dense. The touch of his hand was already burning but as his nose brushed yours slightly, a rush of adrenaline was sent through your whole body, making your stomach turn and you suddenly felt hot in places you didn’t know he had an impact on until now. It was rather quiet, the only sound you could hear was the muffled music from outside, but you couldn’t figure out what song was playing, only feeling the bass of it. Your heart was beating so fast, you hoped he couldn’t hear it.

But all those little and unimportant things around you vanished as soon as you felt his soft lips, pressed onto yours with the perfect amount pressure. The kiss developed from something shy and soft into the projection of what both of you had been craving secretly for so long in no time. No one dared to break the kiss, not wanting it to be over.

His hand wandered all over your body, from your hip to your waist, to your arms, to your neck, right back down to your lower back until he held onto your thighs.

“Jump,” he mumbled hectic, his voice deeper than usual, between your kisses, not wanting to stop.

“Are you sure?” you asked him carefully.

He chuckled into your kiss, “Never been more sure.”

So you did as he told you and jumped up, your legs now crossed around his hips as he held you up like it was nothing, deepening the kiss once again, your tongue playing with his. Being with him like this was more exciting than you ever could’ve imagined.

Your hand found the nape of his neck, burying itself in his soft hair, as he was carrying you to the sofa he was sitting on just a few minutes ago.

So there you were, on top of Kim Taehyung, straddling his muscular thighs, feeling a heat in your core that you haven’t felt in such a long time but missed so much. The way his hands were exploring your body while his lips were busy kissing every single spot on your jaw and your neck was making you feel like you were going insane, leaving you wanting every single part of him.

A small, rather quiet groan came out of your mouth as he pulled you closer to him, not able to suppress what you were feeling any second longer. He chuckled once more, clearly satisfied with the feelings he was giving you, before giving his attention to your lips again.

His one hand was now on your neck, supporting every movement between the two of you, as his other hand was resting on your hip, slowly making you rock back and forth on him, the tension in both of your pants growing.

Slowly, his hand started to wander under your shirt, to a place where you needed him desperately. He was caressing the skin under your shirt carefully, teasing while taking his time. You wanted nothing more than for him to move them upwards towards your breasts, giving you more and more.

His lips were doing its magic on your neck again, kissing and nibbling on a soft spot under your ear as his hand slowly wandered up until his thumb finally found your nipple under your lace bra, the contact making you flinch a bit because of the intense feeling.

He let out a deep groan, sending shivers down your body and an undeniable friction in your underwear grew, making you rock your hips into him once more.

You started to wonder if you were prepared for what was about to happen, the two of you were just starting and you already felt like a mess, wanting him so much more. But he took his time, enjoying every single second of you on top of him.

His hand was now kneading your breast, the pressure just exactly right as he brushed your nipple every now and then, already knowing its effect on you. Every time he touched your bud lightly you couldn’t help but moan.

You let out a small whine as your breast lost contact with his hand, not wanting him to stop. But as you realized that he was only stopping to pull up your shirt you were more than willing to give him what he wanted. Within seconds you were not only shirtless but also braless, as Taehyung was throwing your bra away to the floor.

He studied what you looked like, wanting to never forget this moment. Leaning back on the couch you saw a satisfied smirk on his lips as his hand found your nipple again. He now was looking right into your eyes and you held eye contact with him, trying not to break it as you got wetter every time his thumb was caressing your nipple.

He enjoyed watching you trying to contain yourself for sure. The smirk on his lip was growing now and his glance was filled with a mixture of lust, adoration and mostly, anticipation of what was going to happen next.

You put your hand on his shoulder to support yourself as you started to dry-hump him, letting out a moan, a louder one this time, as you felt his erection under you.

“Shit,” he moaned, breaking eye contact and throwing his head back, his eyes closed as he bit his lip.

All of a sudden he stopped you from your actions, holding your hips down with both of his hand as he looked at you, frustration all over his face, “(Y/n), are you sure about this? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once we started.”

Your heart skipped a beat, appreciating his question but you immediately gave him another kiss, this time a bit softer, kissing him deeply, before whispering into his ears. “Don’t you dare to stop now, Taehyung.”

You could hear his chuckle, his breath on your neck giving you goosebumps. “Thank god,” he said before lifting you up without warning you, making you scream a bit, afraid he’d let you fall.

“Be careful, you scared me to death,” you laughed as you were being carried towards your bedroom.

“You think I’d let you fall?” he said amused, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you countered, making him laugh as he arrived in your bedroom, letting you down on top of your bed - now you were under him, lying down as he was still sitting on his knees, taking in the view of your naked upper body right in front of him, for him only.

You did the same - and what a beautiful view it was. He was hovering over you, your legs between his as he was pulling his top over his head, throwing it away before unbuckling his belt as you were running your hand over his toned chest.

Not long until both of you were only left in your underwear. Taehyung slowly removed your pants, before coming back up to you, supporting himself on his elbows as he gave you a deep kiss, adding tongue and caressing your cheek before looking at you. You couldn’t help but smile.

Taehyung gave you a small smile back, his eyes soft, “I love that smile.”

Before you could think about his compliment, one that he never gave you before, before you could get flustered or say anything back he suddenly changed the game completely, fastly pulling your underwear to the side and sliding one finger inside of you while his thumb was rubbing circles against your clit.

Taken aback by his sudden actions, you let out a loud moan, almost a scream, making Taehyungg smirk a bit before his lips wandered down to your neck once again, taking his time with you as he pumped his finger in and out in just the right rhythm. You moved your hip into his movements as his lips kissed down to your chest, his free hand holding your breast while his mouth teasingly played with your nipple, licking it and twirling his tongue around it, making you a moaning mess already.

Your hand was lightly stroking his dick through his boxers, leaving you wanting more. God, the things you wanted him to do with you were unholy.

The way he glanced at you as he was kissing his way down to your core looked like living art. Your whole body wanted him so bad, just the thought of where his mouth would travel to next or how it would feel when you’d finally feel him inside of you was making you go insane. Never before have you wanted something as much and at the same time hoped he’d take his time before.

Arriving at his destination he let out a moan, definitely being into all of this a bit too much too. He started to slowly kiss your inner thighs, holding your legs up a bit, teasing every part around where you wanted him the most.

“Stop teasing,” you whined, wanting him so much more than you currently had.

He chuckled against your core, the warm air making you flinch, “I thought that’s our thing,” before licking along your wet folds and then adding another finger, his tongue giving all its attention to your clit.

The pace in that he was going down on you was making your knees feel weak. He looked so handsome, his forehead in wrinkles as he was concentrating on pleasing you completely, moans vibrating against you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you until you were having sex, the two of you completely concentrating on the sensational feeling for the next moments.

After you finished you laid down on your stomach, not able to really move, as Taehyung let himself fall right next to you, giving your nose a small peck. He was not only out of breath but also still in trance of what had just happened, “I didn’t expect this,” he breathed, calming down from his orgasm.

You giggled a bit, “What? Us having sex?”

The smile he gave you made your heart race like crazy, his messy hair falling into his eyes, “I’m not complaining though.”

For a second you were lying there, letting Taehyung catch his breath and calming down. You felt your legs shaking from the intercourse you just had.

“Feel my legs,” you ordered chuckling, his hand on your thigh in a second as he felt how much you were shaking.

“Glad you liked it,” he laughed before getting up, “I’ll get you a towel, be right back.”

As you were waiting for him to come back you realized what had just happened. After all the flirting and teasing Taehyung and you actually ended up in your bed. The thought made you dizzy, but it could also be from the alcohol you drank. It seemed too good to be true.

Cleaning you up, you suddenly heard a laugh as he grabbed your ass, “I may or may not have left some marks. I’m sorry.”

You turned you head back, squinting your eyes at him, “You’re lucky no one else sees that part of me. The others would tease me to death about that.”

Slowly, he climbed back up to lay next to you, both of you on your stomach, his hand caressing your side, “Apparently they have a bet going on about when we’re going to end up together.”

“I’m not even surprised. Sounds like them,” you closed your eyes, enjoying Taehyung’s affection, “This feels nice.”

He hummed in agreement before giving you a small kiss, his forehead resting next to yours, “I could stay like this forever.”

“Then stay,” you offered, still not opening your eyes. Taehyung was getting a blanket, throwing it over both of you so you wouldn’t freeze, “Don’t leave. Stay here.”

“You want me to?” he asked, his hand now playing with your hair, “Alright, I’ll stay then. Sleep a bit, it’s late and you’re drunk.”

“I will, just give me one more kiss, okay?” you asked him, feeling yourself getting more tired by any passing second.

He chuckled as he came closer to your face once again, holding your face in his hands as he softly pressed his lips onto yours one more time, your naked bodies touching. “Good night, (y/n).”

Falling asleep, everything seemed too good to be true. Taehyung beside you, his scent in your nose as you slowly drifted to sleep in his arms.

As you woke up he was gone. First, you thought you had dreamed about yesterday's events but after a few seconds, you realized that it wasn’t a dream. You got drunk, you had sex, you fell asleep next to him. And now, he was gone.

Standing up, you wrapped your blanket around your naked body, looking for the man that you spend the night with but he was nowhere to be seen.

Well, maybe it was too good to be true.

It’s been five days. Five days since you shared your bed with Taehyung. Five days and your goddamn sheets still smelled like him – or maybe you were hallucinating at this point, wanting just something that reminds you of him around you.

The two of you talked to each other casually when you met on the farm. You said hello and talked about the weather. Shared awkward smiles. And that was about it. It’s not like he was cold to you or anything, he seemed to feel just as helpless and awkward about your drunk night together as you. As much as you loved the night and what happened, you definitely hated the aftermath.

Talking to Yoongi about it didn’t help, sadly. While you appreciate that he always listens to you and is ready to give you advice at any given time, you still had hoped that he’d suggest something else than to give him a bit of time.

The current tension between you was even worse than the sexual tension between you before. You didn’t care if you and Taehyung wouldn’t end up as a couple, of course, you’d like that very much and still hoped that things were going into that direction, but the two of you developed too much to just destroy the nice friendship you built because of feelings getting in the way.

So you decided to visit him that afternoon, feeling anxious as you were walking up the front porch of your neighbors. You barely remember how their house looked like from the inside since it’s been so long since you been inside. The front door stood open and you knocked against it, not wanting to be rude.

“Mrs. Kim?” you called for her as you slowly stepped inside, looking if you could find her but there was no sign of her being home.

Walking up the stairs, you tried to remember which room belonged to Taehyung until you were distracted by something odd and unexpected – suddenly your ears were filled with a beautiful but rather sad piano melody coming from the room on the back of the corridor.

Curious, your feet walked towards the source of the sound, your heart suddenly felt heavy, the sad melody immediately managed to impact your mood, making you feel blue. A part of you wanted to turn around and leave Taehyung alone, just like he probably wanted you to – if you figured out one thing about him over the last few months than it was the fact that this man was a complicated person, hard to read and even harder to talk to, but you decided to accept that. There were only two options: Either you’d work it out with him or you wouldn’t.

You stood in the open door, looking at the back of the man your heart wanted so bad, sitting in front of a big, wooden piano – for a second you couldn’t even believe that he was able to play such a heart touching piece of art, sitting in his room all alone. What a waste it was for him to play all alone, with no one around to hear. It made your heart sting for a second, at this point you liked him too much to go back. Just looking at him being at peace was making you crave to be the woman beside him. After all, he was Kim Taehyung, the one man that managed to surprise you over and over again.

As quiet as possible you walked into the tidy and light room, not wanting to give him a heart attack by creeping up on him but also not wanting him to stop playing. It was a beautiful sight, the way his hands were gliding on the big instrument so smooth and without thinking. You couldn’t see his face yet but you were already swooning over how beautiful he looked.

He looked over his shoulders as you cleared your throat, continuing to play even without paying attention to the keys, giving you an unreadable smile. You sat down on his bed that was placed right beside the piano as he stopped playing.

“Didn’t expect you to come visit me if I am honest,“ Taehyung admitted, almost sounding shy. He seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, knowing exactly that he finally had to face the night you shared a few days ago.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be able to play the piano so skillfully but yet, here you are, doing exactly that,“ you countered in a soft tone, not wanting him to feel like you were mad at him, “That sounded beautiful.”

He chuckled and you were happy to see him relax a bit, “You think so? It was rather depressing, wasn't it?”

“Matching your mood?” you dared to ask him carefully, trying to address the whole situation somehow.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, sitting down next to you on his bed, “It’s my dad’s birthday today. He taught me the song I just played.”

His voice was full of love while talking about his father but you could hear the hidden sadness behind it. You didn’t know about that and suddenly, you felt guilt rushing over you. While you were wondering why he didn't try to solve the obvious problem between you and him he had something way harder to deal with. Looking up at you, he forced a small smile, “Mum and Olli are visiting his grave but I didn’t feel like going.”

Trying to give him any kind of comfort you nodded, pressing your lips into a thin line. You were surprised that he was opening up to you but as sad as the situation was, it was relieving you that he finally talked to someone about it. According to Jimin and Yoongi he tried to avoid this topic as much as he could.

“Why did you stay here?” you asked him, trying to keep the conversation going and show him your support. What you didn’t want was overwhelm him with questions, so you slowly started to see how comfortable he was around you.

He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling, “It’s such a sad place. I feel like we shouldn’t be sad on his birthday, if that makes sense. We should eat his favorite food and drink a beer and stay up too long, playing guitar on the porch. Mum and Dad always sneaked out at night on his birthday, taking drunk walks. They thought I didn’t notice but they were always coming back, laughing loudly. I miss celebrating his birthdays. But it’s hard to be happy on his birthday without him here.”

He laid down on his bed, his head right next to where you were currently sitting. You studied his face, his eyes still glued to the ceiling, not daring to look at you, the woman he hurt by leaving her after having sex with her. The sun outside was setting, leaving Taehyung’s whole room in a golden light, his tan skin was glowing and his light-brown hair shimmering.

While he seemed to be sad on the outside you could see that talking about the memories he made with his father was making him feel lighter. It was nice seeing him talking about his dad - they always have been very close, you still could recall that.

“I still remember him so vividly. He always gifted me self-made jam before I left the city and no other jam, literally not a single one at home was comparable to his,“ you shared your memory with Taehyung, looking out of the big window in his room, admiring the sun, “He has a beautiful soul.”  

When you came over you wouldn't have expected to talk to Taehyung about his father but you knew that everything else, every problem and unsolved question, between the two of you could wait for now.

“I wish I was more like him,“ his voice was nothing more than a mumble, almost inaudible. The sudden craving to hold him came over you, to comfort him in your arms, to kiss him until he felt better. But you held back, as long as you didn’t talk about the obvious.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, daring to lay down beside him – luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. The two of you didn’t touch or cuddled, you just were lying there, on his bed, having a serious and meaningful conversation.

“He was so kind and positive. He told my mother different reasons why he loved her every night. Even after a long day of work he still took his time and practiced the piano with me every night and then brought Olli to bed, reading him a good night story or playing him songs on the guitar until he fell asleep. He taught me so much but still, I could never be so full of love like he used to be.”

“You think too low of yourself, Tae,“ you said determined, meaning it, “I don’t think you see how much your mother appreciates everything you do for her. She knows that you didn’t plan out your life like this but you’re staying here for her. And Olli looks up to you so much, you could do nothing to let him down.”

He shrugged, looking at you for a second, “I don’t feel like that’s enough.”

Feeling heartbroken about hearing him talk so bad about himself, your hand found his in between the two of you, linking it with yours, now it was you who didn't dare to look into his eyes, “Look at us then.”

“What do you mean?” he asked you, confused.

“Since I moved here you gave me so much joy and helped me everywhere you could. You have no idea how much I appreciate all the things you’ve done for me since I came here, complicated tensions between us or not,“ you meant every word.

He scoffed lightly, “I attacked you on your first day, made you churn butter and let you fall into the lake in the middle of the night on your birthday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his words, “Well, yes. And I could still kill you for all of those things. But,“ you started, turning your body towards him to look into his eyes, “You also helped me calm the cows during the storm. You gave me the most meaningful birthday present I could’ve thought of. You brought me a basket full of my favorite fruits even though you still deny that you did-”

He let out a soft chuckle before interrupting you, “That wasn’t me,“ he insisted once again with a grin on his face.

“Sure, Kim,“ you rolled your eyes at him picking up this discussion again, “You might think you’re being cold but you’re not at all.”

Now he turned to face you too, both of you lying on the side, looking in each other’s eyes. His brows narrowed as he tried to say something to you, the expression in his eyes seemed to be hurt, maybe even guilty.

A heavy sigh came from his lips before he closed his eyes, “I just left you. That morning. I just got up and left.”

Those words made you freeze. After all, you came here to talk about exactly that but it seemed so wrong right now, “We don’t have to talk abou-”

“I just left,“ he repeated, seeming disappointed with himself, “I never just left someone after having sex with them. There were people that meant way less to me and I still stayed the morning after. I am being a complete asshole to you all the time and still, you don’t hate me. You’re here, trying to make sure I’m okay.”

Keeping quiet was the only thing you could do at that moment. Taehyungs words seemed harsh but the tone in his voice sounded guilty. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say anything – you had no idea what Taehyung was trying to say.

“Tae,“ you finally started after a few seconds, his full attention on you, “This day is hard enough for you already. We don’t have to talk about that right now. I’m not mad at you.”

“You should be though. I know, I am pretty amazing but not even such a godlike man like me shouldn’t treat you like this,“ he joked but both of you knew it was his way of comprehending because he didn’t know how to handle the conversation you were about to have since he always struggled to talk about his feelings, especially sober.

“Why did you leave then?” you asked him the one question you asked yourself over and over again. There could have been millions of options in your mind. Maybe, he regretted it and it was just a drunk mistake. Maybe, the feelings you thought he had for you were just sexually. Maybe, he simply had to go and do something early in the morning. So many maybes that have gone through your head without any idea if any of those maybe’s were right.

“I don’t know. I wish I didn’t,“ he bit his lip nervously, not looking into your eyes anymore, afraid to see your reaction, “Maybe I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” you asked, not sure if you actually wanted to know the answer. You felt many emotions when it came to him. You felt happiness, joy, hope, possibly love. On other days you felt powerless, insecure and confused. What you never felt was being afraid. Pretty sure, you actually felt safe around him.

“I’m not as flawless and strong as I constantly try to convince you I am,“ he sighed, pressing his lips into a straight line, “I couldn’t stand to hurt you because of my own problems. But I still did.”

Slowly you nodded as your heart was sinking deeper and deeper in your stomach, “You’ve got to talk to me. What are you thinking about?”

Taehyung hated this probably even more than you did. He was good in so many things – he was a good friend, a better brother and the best son. He was an amazing cook and apparently, an amazing piano player. He could flirt like no tomorrow and crack jokes around his friends that would make everyone laugh. He could drink a lot and he could make your heart beat faster.

There were countless things he was able to be and to do without any problem. But when it came to talking about his feelings and showing his vulnerable side he failed. You knew that just as good as everyone else but if he wouldn’t talk, you couldn’t continue to work on your relationship.

“I–“ he started but stopped, looking at you sternly while clenching his jaw a bit. His eyebrows furrowed and his expression looked almost pained, trying to find the right words, “I think that I loved the night with you. I did, really. But maybe, it was a bit thoughtless of us.”

“So, what you’re trying to say is that you regret it,“ you stated, trying to just get this conversation over with, hoping he couldn’t see or hear that you felt like he just put a knife in your stomach.

„God, no,“ his answer bursted out of him like a bullet before he started mumbling to himself, „I am truly terrible at this.“

You gave him a few seconds to gather his thoughts even though the silence was deafening. This wasn't how you expected to spend your first time in Taehyung's bed at all.

„I like you, (y/n),“ he then spoke, determined, „Obviously I do. And I think you like me too, or at least I hope you do. But we were drunk and desperate when we had sex and I wanted it to be special.“

You couldn't help but pout at his helpless confession, adoring him even more than before. Within seconds all of your doubts vanished – as long as Taehyung liked you too you would find a way to work everything out. Trying not to let your overflowing happiness show, you gave him a small smirk, „You thought about us having sex?“

Luckily, his body relaxed too, an annoyed smile appearing on his handsome face, „All the time,“ he scrunched his nose, his arm wrapping itself around your waist.

„So, what you're saying is that you ignored me for days because you didn't like the way it happened?“ you asked him, coming back to the actual topic.

Frowning, he sighed, „When you put it like this it sounds stupid.“

„Because it is,“ you insisted, squinting your eyes at him, „I thought you avoided me because you hated me or something like that.“

„I'm so sorry,“ he apologized again, his face coming closer to yours, „Apparently, I'm very bad at this.“

„So, what are we doing now?“ you asked him, feeling a bit anxious even though Taehyung just told you that he liked you too, so you had nothing to worry about.

„First, I want to kiss you if you're fine with that,“ his fingers were drawing little patterns on your waist, „and then I'd like us to become something serious.“

Nodding, you did as he asked and gave him a kiss, his soft lips feeling just as good, if not better, as you remembered them. You felt something like butterflies in your stomach and you thought that Taehyung would probably make fun of you if he knew how jolly he made you feel.

Breaking from the kiss, the most handsome man you've ever seen stared you down for a second, not saying anything.

„We should celebrate,“ he suddenly suggested.

„What do you have in mind?“ you asked him curiously, not once escaping his gaze.

„Let me take you out to dinner,“ his voice was sweet as honey and you were sure you never heard him talk in such a soft tone – it might be the rest of guilt he still felt towards you or the fact that now you officially knew about each other's feelings but you could get used to it. You wanted to get used to it.

„Right now?“ you asked him, wondering if it would be okay considering it was his father's birthday.

„I don't wanna wait a second longer,“ he smirked at his own cheesiness, getting out of his bed to get ready to go.

You joined him, „Stop being so loving. God, where did my cynical Taehyung go?“

Rolling his eyes, he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, walking down the hallway with you. „This changes nothing,“ he gestured between the two of you, „You're still terribly annoying even if we're together now.“

„I could get used to the sound of that,“ you scrunched your nose as your eyes met before you repeated his words, „We're together now.“

Even though he tried to hide it, he was just as excited about the label as you were. You could feel it in the way he touched you and the sparkle in his eyes gave him away.

A few minutes later you were sitting outside of the restaurant in the heart of your city, the marketplace was pretty quiet as it slowly got dark outside, a candle lit on your table.

The owner of the restaurant greeted you, raising his eyebrow and smirking as he saw the two of you together. „Oh, what a nice sight to see the two of you here together. Is this a date by any chance?“

You let Taehyung answer, not knowing if he was okay with telling people yet.

„It's still a secret so you have to keep quiet, please,“ he answered with a proud smile on his lips and you could swear his chest was sticking out a bit.

„What a pretty couple,“ he sang as he went back inside, giving you a bit of time to read the menu and decide on what to eat.

Even though it was almost autumn it was still warm outside – you loved those kind of late summer evenings. Without even having a single sip of alcohol you felt almost tipsy, the man opposite of you making you feel all light and smitten.

„This is the downside of living in such a small town,“ Taehyung started, his skin glowing in the candlelight, „We have zero privacy.“

„I don't mind,“ you shrugged, „They're going to find out sooner or later. It's the charm of towns like ours.“

„I just would like to take you out on a date every now and then without one of the guys crashing it because they see us,“ he explained, „But you're right, it's not as bad here as I make it out to be.“

He took your hand that was resting on the table, caressing it with his thumb. Every touch you two shared make you shiver in anticipation for more. Even though you already knew you were head over heels for him you felt yourself falling deeper every time you touched.

Time went by way too fast for your liking and before you knew it you two had your dinner, your dessert and even some drinks afterwards. The atmosphere was light, both of you enjoying each other's company after not talking for some days.

„I don't want this night to end just yet,“ you pouted. Before you dared to take his hands you glanced around to see if Jimin was anywhere to be seen, not wanting him to disturb your peace.

Your new boyfriend, still a weird thought to call him that, nodded, „I can stay if you want to.“

Before you could say anything he fastly added, „I don't have to though. It's your decision. I can leave too.“

You gave him a weird glance, „You're acting like this would be a first for us.“

Not saying anything he almost froze in front of you, fidgeting with his hands, staring at your door. For a few seconds you mustered him, waiting if he'd say something but nothing came out of his mouth, which was pretty unusual for him.

„Oh god, you're nervous!“ your grin was a mile wide and you clapped your hands amused, „Kim Taehyung is nervous because of me. I can't wait to tell my diary about this.“

Frustration was written all over his face as he closed his eyes as if he couldn't believe himself. „Your diary must be full of my name,“ he mumbled under his breath before looking at you again, the satisfied smile on your face provoking him, „Stop making fun of me.“

As you were searching for your keys in your back he hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss against your hair, “Let’s drink some beer and watch a movie.”

Nodding, you stole a quick kiss from his lips and opened the door, letting the both of you in.

“I’m going to get a blanket,” you informed him, “Get some beers, I’ll meet you in the couch in a minute.

„What do you wanna watch?“ he asked you a few moments later, one leg bent while the other one was spread out on your sofa, his arm spread on the back of it, just waiting for you to join him.

The sight of him comfortably sitting on your sofa gave you the most domestic feeling you've felt in a long time – he seemed to look even better than before somehow.

„Let's watch an animal documentation,“ you responded, sitting down next to him. The blanket you brought from your bedroom spread over the two of you, you dared to cuddle yourself up to him and he seemed to enjoy it as much as you, giving your head a quick kiss, your face resting on his chest.

„You're weird,“ he muttered, „Let's watch a horror movie instead.“

Giving him an unimpressed glance, you sighed, „How cliche.“

You could feel his chuckle going through his chest, „At least it would give me a reason to stay for the night.“

Rolling your eyes, you looked up at him, his glance already on you, „Why? Because you're too afraid of horror movies? Because I am certainly not.“

„I have such a brave girlfriend,“ he acknowledged in a sarcastic tone while opening two beers, handing you one, „Here's to us, babe.“

Clinking your bottles, you took a sip of your beer, „So, you're a babe kind of guy? Wouldn't have thought that.“

„I can call you asshole if you prefer that,“ he said seriously before starting to laugh at his own joke once again.

And with that, the rest of the evening was just as perfect as the first part. It was just you, Taehyung, some beers and Netflix. Every now and then you shared kisses, sometimes those kisses were a bit more passionate and longer, turning into full make-out sessions before Taehyung started to whine because he missed the plot of the movie you were watching.

“God, I’m so happy,” he told you softly as you were slowly falling asleep in his arms, relaxing completely under his touch, “I wanted this for so long.”

You and Taehyung managed to keep your relationship a secret for about two weeks. It took you only two short weeks to decide that it didn’t make any sense to keep it from them. Not only were both of you pretty sure that the relationship between you was serious but also, like always, none of your friends stopped their teasing, making it difficult to stay hidden because their eyes were always on you.

“We have to tell them,” your boyfriend looked at you, “It’s a miracle they didn’t find out yet.”

You chuckled, wrapping your legs around his, “I guess you’re right. But they are going to be so nosey about it. I hate it already.”

It was a late summer Saturday evening, probably one of the lasts warm days for this year and Yoongi decided to gather your friends and your family together for one last barbecue.

Walking outside, you linked your arm with Taehyung’s, something you’ve never done before in front of other people. A part of you almost felt nervous to let the rest know.

“You’re ready?” he asked you, giving you a small wink as you walked towards the big table next to the barbecue grill. Your families were already sitting down on the big table while Yoongi and Hoseok were struggling to get the barbecue grill to work. It was a beautiful evening, the sun was still high but was about to sink, the warm summer breeze felt refreshing and the big table in the garden was full of drinks and food, from meat to salads to bread to vegetables. Yoongi’s parents were there too, currently mixing some cocktails.

Jimin was the first to spot the two of you walking out of your cottage, giving you a confused glance, his eyebrows narrowed. He stopped telling the other a story he was in the middle of, wondering about the sudden skinship. Immediately, everyone turned their heads to where he was looking, wondering what made Jimin speechless.

As you arrived you said nothing, waiting for anyone to say something.

Yoongi looked at you with a big grin on his face. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, pointing onto your linked arms.

“You are fucking with us, aren’t you?”, your cousin asked suspiciously, “Ha Ha. Very funny.”

“No, for once I’m serious,” you replied, amused because he didn’t believe you, “Are you really surprised?”

Mrs. Kim and your uncle looked at each other, a smile on their faces.

“Taehyung, are you serious? You can’t trick your old mother like this, don’t make me excited for something that isn’t true.”

Taehyung chuckled at his mother, nodding, “Don’t worry, mum. I’d never lie to you.”

Jimin still didn’t seem to believe you, “If you’re not kidding you gotta kiss,” he insisted with a sly smirk, thinking that he exposed you now.

You looked at Tae, giving him a questioning glance, not knowing if he’d be comfortable kissing you in front of everyone. But he didn’t seem to care and just shook his head amused before he came closer to give you a short, but still very adorable, kiss on your lips, his arm now around your waist, before turning to Jimin, who looked like he was about to faint.

“Who do you think you are just dating my cousin without asking me for permission?” he yelled angrily, getting ready to fight Taehyung.

You, Yoongi and Hoseok started to laugh out loud as Jimin started to chase after Taehyung.

Sitting down on the table right next to Yoongi’s seat he pinched your cheeks lightly, “Congratulations, finally trapped him, huh?”

You nodded, “Was about time. I was slowly going insane.”

“In a more peaceful minute, you need to tell me all about how it happened, alright?” your best friend said with a satisfied smile on his lips, “And don’t forget me now that you’re in love.”

“How could I ever?” you promised, laughing as Taehyung came back to the table, out of breath from running away from Jimin.

“Your cousin is crazy, (y/n),” he breathed heavily, shaking his head, “Maybe I have to reconsider becoming part of your family.”

“Well, too late now,“ you shrugged as Jimin  joined the table again too, a goofy smile on his face as he turned to you.

“So, I assume I can’t try to set you up with Jungkook anymore, right?” he joked, sitting back down on his chair and opening two cans of beer, one for himself and the other one for you.

„You better watch your mouth,“ your boyfriend warned Jimin, giving him a warning glance.

A few hours later, the sky was pitch-black by now and the stars sparkling, you noticed that Taehyung was gone for quite some time now and decided to go check up on him - you saw him going to the barn earlier.

As you walked over to Taehyung he already noticed you but didn’t look at you yet. Instead, you only saw his back as he was busy giving Bertha some kisses.

“Oh no, don’t worry, Bertha,“ he talked to her, “You’re still my favorite cow, just don’t tell (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing, “You’re trying to make me jealous?”

He turned around, acting as if he didn’t realize you coming on, “Oh no, (y/n),“ his voice was mocking, “You shouldn’t have seen this, I can explain, I promise.”

Laughing at his own joke, he came over to you and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Trying to give you a kiss, you freed yourself from his grip, giving him the cold shoulder.

“No, go and kiss Bertha, if you love her so much,“ you huffed and held your chin up high, trying to stay serious but Taehyung wasn’t having it. Within seconds his arms were wrapped around you once again, now tighter than before so you couldn’t escape if you wanted.

Pulling you into a hug, he locked his eyes with you, a joyful smile on his still so beautiful lips, “You’re so annoying.”

Scoffing, you avoided his eyes, still playing hard to get, „I thought we're over the whole 'you're annoying me' phase.“

„Actually, each time I told you that you're annoying I fell in love with you a bit more,“ your boyfriend confessed, still hugging you tightly before smirking, „But you still were a pain in the ass.“  

You gave him a quick and small kiss before resting your forehead against his, “I want to spend the rest of my life annoying you.”

He let out a small laugh, his eyes closed. “Oh, that’s good,“ suddenly he picked you up, giving you no other chance as to hold onto him, your legs around his waist as he was holding you up, his arms tightly around your waist, “Because I want to spend the rest of my annoying life with you.”

#bts #taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenario #taehyung smut #taehyung au #jungkook #jimin #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #seokjin #bts imagines #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic

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bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

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[dazz-linglight]

Mafia couple got7 reaction

(you ask and I deliver! I got a little carried away hehe, come back soon xx)

Jaebeom

You are in command of another mafia group in the South of Seoul while Jaebeom is the leader of the West side, so you were surprised when he offered an alliance between your families in the form of marriage. You were hesitant in the beginning but after a few meetings and deep talks he convinced you and it led to what was happening right now.

"Turn around." Jaebeom ordered and you did as told turning to look at the the full body mirror in front of you, curious about the jewel box he had in his hands. Soon you felt a necklace touching your collarbones and turn to face him again.

"Already spoiling your future wife?" You asked in a half playful tone and he shook his head once.

"I've lost people before, so when I care about someone I plant a tracking device on them." He cups your face in both of his hands to make you look at him.

"This is for me to be sure you're safe when we're not together." You get closer to him and touch his wide shoulders.

"How caring. However don't you forget I'm not a defenseless lady, okay?." You leave a kiss on his jaw catching him off guard and see his surprised face just before you dodge him to get out of the room.

"I still have things to solve today, call me later." He stay and watch the way your hips move as you leave.

Mark

"If he lays a hand on you, just cut him off." Mark tells you positioning a well sharpened knife on your thigh as an extra to the gun on your bag before sending you off to buy the cooperation of the new officer in town.

•••

"Miss Tuan, the lady I've heard so much about." You meet the officer on a restaurant during his lunch and give him a simple smile, sitting in the chair in front of him.

"I hope you heard good things only."

"Oh, I heard you're very persuasive."

"That's very true."

"So what can I help you with?"

"Tell me how much you need to stay away from the East side during your work time."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Your price. Let's not play innocent here, Mr. Lin." He looks at you in surprise as you open your bag to take out an envelope with a few thousands, surely more than his salary.

"Listen, I don't do that stuff."

"Oh, really? I have 20 pages here that I'm sure you don't want your Superior to see." You show him the file full of information, some of them genuine and some were fake but all of them convincing enough to make him accept the deal.

"$20K and you let me keep that." He points at the file and you pass it to him together with the envelope.

"That's the right amount on the envelope. It was a pleasure talking to you." You get up and stop by his side.

"Just so you know to not try to turn tables, that's the file you have is a copy, I have the original. Have a good day." You leave, not waiting for him to say anything else.

Jackson

You accompanied Jackson in a trip to Shanghai to close a new deal in the town to support the negotiations on expanding the business from Seoul. The meeting is occurring on one of the most expensive rooms of KTV, and you get in helping other lady bringing drinks to the group of men.

"Are we using companion tonight?" One of the old guys say in a malicious tone, ogling your ass when you lean to place the tray of drinks on the table in front of them. Jackson's expression go dark as he hear the man talk and he extends a hand for you to grab and pull you to sit on his lap, gripping your waist tightly.

"Whatever you wish, just pick someone else."

"Oh, you already pick yours? Agile, are you?" The man laughs and accepts a card from the other girl in the room. An hour passed and the deal was finished the old man was wasted leaving with a expensive girl on his arm.

"If he touched you I would've killed him in a heartbeat." Jackson mumbles as the two of you walk out of the building and to his car.

"I would gladly help you with that."

Jinyoung

Jinyoung opens the door to enter his office and the first thing he sees is a female dead and covered in blood on the floor next to his lover looking back at him, cleaning her 38. Your eyes narrowed as you bend down to get the girl's phone.

"What happened here?"

"I caught this bitch installing a spy camera here." You point out the now broken camera on the table behind you.

"Shit, she was leaking information?"

"That's what I will find out through her phone, and then we will get those rats."

"You better start searching, I'll get someone else to clean this mess and tell the others about her."

Youngjae

Youngjae doesn't look very intimidating, he fools a lot of people with nice and smiley aura but makes up for it with cunning manipulation and is still dangerous nonetheless. He plays baits and you're the honey pot, attracting men and women to deathbed without them noticing.

You tie the wrists and legs of the passed out man tightly on the hard chair and wait for him to wake up, which he does a few minutes later.

"Took you long enough. Tell me, do you prefer to lose an arm or a leg first? Not that it will make difference, I will kill you either but, but which one do you think it will hurt less?"

Bambam

Today you could visit Bambam on prison but only get a phone call and see him through a glass with other people instead of having time alone. He's been locked in jail for a month after getting caught in a drug deal but he didn't say a word about his group.

"How was the weather these days?" He asked in a code that meant if you succeeded on the plan of revenge against the people that snitched him.

"The sky is clear, had a little bit of rain yesterday but it's fine now." You answer positively and show a little smile, touching the glass that separated you from him and he did the same.

"Thank you. I miss you so fucking much." He sighs and you nod.

"I miss you too, your trial was scheduled for next week, we're preparing everything."

"Finally, can't wait to get out of here."

Yugyeom

The pin on your earring slipped and fell on the floor near the bed while you put it on your ear, so you crouched down to look for the little piece, but instead of finding what you were looking for you ended up finding something very different.

YUGYEOM!" You scream from the bedroom for him to hear since he is currently in the bathroom finishing his morning routine and he came out running to see what happened, fearing you were in danger and got surprised to see you holding the spare gun he kept under the bed in case of need.

"Since when you have this under your bed??" You ask in complete confusion as to why your sweet boyfriend of a year possessed such a weapon. Now the moment he was dreading came and he couldn't get away from it.

"Sit down, Y/n." He comes closer and takes the fun off your grasp, entrelacing your fingers in his as he tells you the truth, that he works with security and driving to a gang. He admits to be terrified of the thought of you leaving him because of his kind of environment and it took you a long moment to comprehend the whole situation and after a long talk you decide to stay the same, not wanting to throw away the love you felt for him.

#linawritings #got7 x reader #got7 mafia au #got7 masterlist #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #mark tuan x reader #jaebum reactions #jaebum scenarios #jackson x reader #park jinyoung x reader #youngjae x reader #bambam x reader #yugyeom x reader

[marktuansvevo]

got7 reacts to something theyve never experienced before in a relationship

warning(s); slight cursing, sexual content in bam’s part

mark; being jealous

mark understood why his past partners could be jealous of him in his line of work. as long as it didn’t get out of hand, he thought it was cute. he was never the jealous one in the relationship. he didn’t even know what jealousy felt like....

....until tonight.

you were mark’s entire world. you excited him, you built him up like no other. never before could he see himself spending his life with someone before you came along. you made the world brighter to him.

but now he was only seeing red. 

you had been a trainee and never debuted, which you weren’t too upset about, you had a boyfriend you loved and a career with less physical and time demands than being in the entertainment industry. this meant that you knew a lot of other bands, stray kids being one of them. chan was, quite frankly, your best friend during your trainee days, so when you saw him at this afterparty you were attending with mark, you threw yourself into his arms.

mark just watched you from afar.

and his blood boiled.

chan spun you around in his arms, the biggest smile on his stupid, handsome face. “yah!! y/n! mark didn’t say you’d be here.”

you giggled, trying to keep your tears at bay. you put your hands on his face, poking his dimples. mark scoffed at the blush that was forming on his friend’s face. “god, chan i missed you so much.”

“bro, you look constipated,” bam snuck up behind him. “dude, your face is so red right now.”

mark rolled his eyes. “these parties are so annoying.” he didn’t take his eyes off of you as you caught up with chan, who still had his hand around your waist.

bam followed his line of vision. “shit, you’re not constipated, you’re jealous. yugyeom, come look at him!”

mark walked away from his intoxicated friends and up to you. you smiled at him before returning to your conversation with chan. 

“y/n, we have to go,” mark said lowly, smiling a sickly fake smile at chan, who immediately dropped his hand from your waist. 

“why, baby, we just got here? are you not feeling good?” you asked. he wanted to feel bad, your voice was laced with concern.

“something like that. see you, chan.”

as you got in the car, you smiled at him, poking his cheek. “somebody’s jealous, huh?”

“huh? of chan? i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he clenched his jaw, not making eye contact with you as he steered his car out of the parking lot. you were giggling now.

“you’re cute when you’re jealous. maybe i should make more time for chan.”

“y/n!!!”

jaebeom; wearing disguises in public

jaebeom never thought he would have to dress up in a disguise to go out in public. and jae would never want to put you in such a position. it was draining, and you, as his girlfriend knew that he despised it.

but you wanted to go to a concert with him.

and you wanted to stand in the pit with him and be part of it. don’t get you wrong, you loved when he bought you suite seats or could watch his shows from backstage, but you wanted to sway to ariana grande in th pit with your boyfriend.

“cmon, jae, i think everyone is going to be paying attention to ari. we can skip the opening act?” you suggested.

“y/n, i don’t want to take a chance...im sorry,” he pouted at you. you sighed, trying to figure out what to do.

“what about disguises?” he said. “like, we could wear our halloween costumes?” you were giggling to yourself, but your boyfriend seemed like the idea.

“i could wear my jesus wig and you could paint a beard on me?” he said with serious eyes.

“jae, you hate going out in disguises.”

“true...but, babe, this will be fun. you could wear your sailor mars wig, it’d be cute,”

okay, this was a really cute idea and you were warming up to it...if it made your boyfriend more comfortable to be out in a crowd of so many people, you were down to try it out.

“this really feels like halloween in july,” you giggled as you used mascara to draw a beard on his chin.

“do I look like jesus??” he asked childishly.

“well, you don’t look like im jaebeom of got7, that’s for sure,”

“you look like an egirl,” he laughed at himself. “don’t hate, you know you love it,” you said. “we look so cute, let’s take a mirror selfie and post in later,”

“no, then people will be on to us,” your boyfriend sent a pout in your direction as he looked at his makeshift beard in the mirror. “I look sexy as fuck in a beard,”

“super sexy aegyo please?”

the two of you arrived at the arena, not be noticed by anyone, but jae was still on edge, so you held his hand tight as you made your way into the pit.

“im so excited!!” you shouted over the noise. he shook his head before leaning in to kiss you. the two of you danced the whole night away to arianas crooning, his arms around you as you swayed to her pretty, soothing voice. the two of you let the world fade away while ariana sang honeymoon ave in the background.

jackson; his significant other saying ily first.

it was no secret that jackson was stock full of love and kindness. he had had other partners before you, all with him ending up getting too attached, or scaring them away when he said “I love you” too early.

he did not want to scare you away, and honestly, he had known he loved you two months into dating, but he didn’t want to scare you away, so he never outwardly said those three little words to you.

he wasn’t expecting you to say it, first though.

you had invited him over for dinner and a movie, just wanting a chill night in with your boyfriend. he brought the wine and promised to give you a back massage, so really, what more could you want on this chilly thursday night?

“what’s been going on, honey? you know you can tell me anything,” jackson whispered into your ear as he helped you out of your clothes.

“I feel like I deserve to oversee my department at work. i have the most education of all of them, more experience than them, and generally, I am more optimistic than my superiors….,” you sighed, letting him rub just under your shoulder blades, which had been itching all week.

“mmm?”

“i think they might be scared of powerful women who like to wear hot pink fendi suits to work,” you smiled, knowing he would be offended at your joke. you could almost feel him pouting.

“so the reason you can’t get the job is because your superiors don’t like the suits your boyfriend buys you? wow, what a way to hurt a guy’s pride…,” he followed your lead on the joke, trying to make you laugh because he knew this was really getting to you. “baby, I think you should go to their boss and see if you can get a promotion…tell them everything you told me, okay? i know you’re not only the best woman for the job, but the best person for the job…period,” he said, making you feel so overwhelmed with emotion. none of your previous partners had ever revered you the way jackson had. you felt so incredibly blessed and in love, you couldn’t help yourself.

“god, jackson, I love you so much,” you whispered.

the movement of his soft hands on your back stopped abruptly at your words. ‘oh god, was it too early to say that?’

“j-jackson…im sorry-“

“ive been waiting to say that to you,” he breathed against your lips, closing the distance that was between them.

“jackson wang….you love me?” you could feel the tears building. the man of your dreams was in love with you, too.

“i love you,” he whispered reverently.

“say it again,” you begged. he said it like a mantra.

“i love you, i love you….i love you..”

jinyoung; moving in together

jinyoung thought you were so cute. you were ecstatic to move with jinyoung. you had been living in your shared apartment with your mom your whole life and we’re excited to start a new chapter of your life. jinyoung didn’t think you were taking in the fact that moving is one of the most stressful things a person can go through.

he didn’t want to rain on your parade, though.

the two of you got settled into your new apartment after a long day of unpacking. jinyoung kissed you as you laid onto your new king sized bed. “im gonna grab takeout, you want your usual?” he asked sweetly, squeezing your hand. you just nodded, squeezing his hand back.

you watched as jinyoung walked out of your shared bedroom. that’s when the dam broke. you were so overwhelmed. you didn’t know how to make warm water happen in your shower, you didn’t have your wifi set up, and you forgot your favorite teddy bear at your moms. you missed teddy and your wifi and your mom.

“hey, i ordered you two egg rolls and they gave us three - hey, baby, are you crying?”

“no,” you replied lamely. “I miss teddy,” you wailed miserably.

“teddy...the...stuffed bear?” he asked.

“i slept with him every night for the past 20 something years.”

“baby...we can get your bear in the morning...,”

“we don’t have netflix set up so how am i supposed to sleep tonight?”

“y/n...,” he chuckled. you frowned harder now that he was laughing at you. “moving isn’t as exciting as it looks. tomorrow, we will fix the wifi, okay? and we can visit your mom and rescue teddy.”

“okay...okay. im sorry, im just a bit overwhelmed,” you confessed.

“its gonna be okay, honey. it’s a lot to take in, i know. but you can hold me instead of teddy, and ill sing you to sleep,” he whispered, the takeout now long forgotten. before you could fall asleep, he pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and pulled you into his chest to take a selfie. “there. now we have a picture of us in our bed for the first time.”

“i love you, you sap.”

even though you called him the sap, the next day you went to the pharmacy to get the photo printed and frame it. when jinyoung came home from the market that day, he eyed the frame on your bed stand, smirking at you.

“oh, so im the sap, hmm?”

youngjae; picking up the tab

it was the first date the two of you had been on since youngjae had been on tour. he told you to get dressed up and that the two of you would go out for a fancy dinner and catch up on everything. this is why you loved him, because while you wanted to hear all about his stories of life and tour abroad, he always wanted to hear about everything that was going at home, to see if you were alright.

youngjae looked dazzling in a black checked suit, while you matched him with a little black dress that made him groan when you stepped out of the bathroom. “can we skip dinner?” he’d ask cheekily. you rolled your eyes at him before kissing him on the cheek. “we aren’t skipping dinner, and we definitely won’t be skipping dessert,” you winked before leading him to the car.

the two of you ate dinner together, him holding your hand and looking at you with stars in his eyes as you told him stories that had happened while he was away. you ordered appetizers, drinks, shared an entrée, and youngjae even ordered you a slice of apple pie for the two of you to share.

“baby, I’m going to go use the restroom,” youngjae said before kissing your hand. “’kay, don’t get mugged, please,” you teased him. he shook his head at your playfulness. you watched as he left before frantically waving your arms at your waitress. she ran over to you, checking if you were alright.

“I just wanted to wonder if I can pick up the cheque really quick? I wanted to pick it up for my boyfriend as a surprise,” you spoke in a hushed tone, making the waitress giggle. she nodded her head before handing it to her. you handed her your credit card, thanking her before your boyfriend had any suspicions of what you were up to.

youngjae came out of the bathroom as soon as the waitress set the cheque down. you were applying your lipstick so you couldn’t snatch it in time. you watched as his pretty brown eyes scanned the receipt, looking confused as ever. “is this a joke? what kind of waitress lets the girlfriend pay?”

“jae,” you giggled. “you don’t always have to pay for dinner. I wanted to treat you…I missed you so much,” you confided, watching his expression from anger into warmth.

“oh, thank you honey, you are so sweet and thoughtful, I love you so much,” you let him wrap his suit jacket around your arms before planting a kiss to your forehead. “but that will be the last time you ever do that.”

“shut up, i like doing nice things for you,” you pouted.

“since you paid for dinner tonight, i have to put out, right?”

he ran to the car before you could slap him in the chest.

bam; his s/o borrowing his clothes

remember how joey never shared his food? well that’s how bam was with his wardrobe. he was very particular about his clothing, not letting people borrow them at all. yugyeom used to steal his clothes just to be petty and piss his best friend off. he had never let past partners borrow his clothes, and nothing was going to change, it wasn’t his fault, it was an obsession. if you were sure of one thing, it was to not steal your boyfriends clothes.

but one day, while he was gone from work, you thought you would take pictures of yourself in only one of his blazers to tease him.

you weren’t expecting him to walk through the door while you were trying to take self timer pictures of yourself.

“baby? what are you doing?” bam asked, laughing as you let out a squeal of surprise.

“i..i wanted to surprise you...,” he tsked, pulling away to look at his blazer. “i know you don’t like me wearing your things..,” you stammered as he circled you.

“you have such pretty things, though, bam,”

“you look so sexy in this,” he purred. “you were trying to get me worked up while im trying to work?”

“u...uhhh,” you couldn’t think coherently with you boyfriend acting so domineering. you gasped as he slid his hand up to your cunt, rubbing your clit in little circles. “bam...please...,” you groaned. 

“keep the blazer on,” he said as you writhed in his grip.

“its gonna get all sweaty though and then you’ll yell at me,” you teased him as you followed him to the bed. 

bam just groaned. “baby, im sorry I haven’t let you borrow my clothes before but you look better in them than me. now, let me fuck you and i promise you can have anything you want in that closet.”

he knew exactly how to shut you up.

yugyeom; his s/o buying him flowers

yugyeom was always so stressed during comeback season. you always scolded him when he forgot to eat, or wasn’t staying hydrated enough, but you were so proud of him. seeing the smile on his face and the way he walked a little taller was so worth it.

he was still busy during comeback season, coming home late after all the videos he had to shoot for publicity.

one night, yugyeom had gotten home around midnight to a bouquet of pink roses and a handwritten note from you. it read; “I am so proud of you, my love. congrats on breath… I can always feel your love,” he blushed and giggled to himself, thinking, “isn’t the guy supposed to buy the girlfriend the flowers?” he wandered into your shared bedroom to see you sprawled into his side, with your book in your hands, a soft snore leaving your lips. he nudged you, not intending to wake you up, he could thank you in the morning. but he did accidentally. “yeom?” you whispered. 

“shh, baby go back to sleep,” he shushed, changing into his pjs. 

“did you like the flowers?” you asked, suddenly awake now. 

“theyre really pretty, baby, but aren’t I supposed to buy you the flowers?” 

you narrowed your eyes at him. “not my boyfriend being a sexist,” 

“yah! y/n stop it, I didn’t mean it that way!! I love them, you remembered I said I love roses,” he was pouting now, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. his voice got quieter now. “no one’s ever remembered my favorite flowers…much less bought them for me,” he paused, kissing the back of your neck before closing his eyes and falling fast asleep.

he was whipped.

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 preferences #got7 writing #got7 imagines #park jinyoung #mark tuan #choi youngjae #kim yugyeom #bambam #jackson wang #im jaebeom #got7 writings

[kpopimaginings]

Scandal - Jackson Wang

A/N: A GOT7 request! Yay! Many thanks to  @dudecheifsongwriterdesactiaded (who Tumblr won’t tag) for requesting this lovely idea. It kind of turned into a list of reasons I think Jackson Wang would be an amazing boyfriend, but I hope you all enjoy.

You were so excited to finally have time off to visit Jackson. He was one of your closest friends, if not the closest. Both of you had managed to get a week off at the same time so you were staying with him for a bit.

Jackson is not a person with a talent for staying still, so you found yourselves out exploring together most of the time, eating at hidden little cafes, strolling through parks, and browsing markets. He always found something to do to keep you busy. The trouble was, Jackson is a public figure, so it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you and jumped to conclusions.

Suddenly everywhere was reporting about 'Jackson Wang's Mystery Girlfriend'. You just brushed the comments off, these people's opinions really didn't matter to you, but you could tell Jackson was agitated. Being a K-pop idol wasn't easy at the best of times, but a media scandal like this definitely didn't help. You made it very clear to him that he called the shots and if he needed the two of you to lay low for a bit you didn't have an issue with it.

What you didn't know is that it wasn't the thought of a scandal that had Jackson bothered. The more he read comments about you being his girlfriend, the more he started seriously thinking about it. While you were being careful in public, behind closed doors you did act a bit like a couple. Normally you did have some form of contact with each other. If you were just lounging, you'd be leaning on each other, or draping your legs over the others lap, or resting your hands on each other's thighs. When you were cooking or doing the dishes, back hugs were common.

Fans were also pointing out what a gentleman he was being around you in public too. Jackson always tried his best to treat others with respect, but the reactions to the way he was around you got him thinking, was it just friendly? He would always open doors for you, letting you through first, sometimes with a guiding hand on the small of your back. If he spotted a camera, he was quick to try and shield you from it. You had to all but physically fight him to persuade him to let you pay for things.

He always brushed things off as you both being cuddly, affectionate people, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like something other than friends.

"Earth to Jackson," you laughed, as you waved your hand in front of his face. He loved the sound of your laughter, and it was that that pulled him out of his thoughts.

"You're in your own little world there, Jacks. What are you thinking about?"

How we should just make all the rumours true, he thought to himself as he shrugged.

"Is it the scandal thing? I'm so sorry, the last thing I wanted to do was come here and make things difficult for you," you apologised.

"You didn't, it's fine," he tried to assure you.

"You've not been yourself since the reports started, Jackson," you pointed out. "You can't keep secrets from me, I know you too well for that."

"I don't think so," Jackson smirked.

"I do."

"Ok, why are all the rumours bothering me so much?" he challenged.

"Because you're an idol. Stores like this can seriously affect your career," you told him.

"Nope! See, I can keep a secret!"

You raised your eyebrows at him before you spoke, "Well, now you have to tell me the real reason, otherwise how do I know I was wrong?"

"You believe me because I'm your best friend," he suggested.

"But I think you should tell me, because I'm your best friend and I just want to help."

Jackson sighed. "What if I tell you and you don't want to help."

"If I can, I will."

"You can't promise that."

"Just tell me!"

"It's bothering me because it's not true!" Jackson finally snapped.

"What?"

"All I see is people calling you my girlfriend, but you're not my girlfriend and that's starting to bother me."

"People thinking I'm your girlfriend or the fact that I'm not?"

"The fact that you're not," he said softly, looking down at his hands. "And now you see why I said you might not want to help."

"You idiot," you smiled, causing Jackson to look at you again. "All you had to do was ask."

"You mean...?" he trailed off, not sure where to go from here.

"We act like a couple anyway, did you really think I'd say no?"

For the first time in the many years you'd know him, Jackson was speechless.

"Are you going to ask?" you prompted him.

"Do I need to?"

"Come on, do it properly!"

"Fine, will you be my girlfriend?"

You smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He whined when you pulled away again. "Ugh, you're so needy, boyfriend."

He grinned at you, "Then kiss me again!"

You never had been able to tell him no, especially when he smiled at you like that, and it was even harder now that he was all yours. 

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[newmoon-offical]

I Have Full Faith in You

NCT 127 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Niko paused the video she was watching when she heard a knock at her door. Looking up she wondered if it was one of the trainees coming back to grab the last of their things.

“Coming,” Niko called out when another knock sounded. She got up and walked to the door. Opening it up, she came face to face with Yuta.

“Nini, yo,” Yuta greeted with a grin.

“Yu-chan? What are you doing here?” Niko asked, stepping back as Yuta walked into the dorm.

“Came to visit you. You’re meeting the members for 90’s Love tomorrow, so I figured I’d be that awesome big brother you always wanted, and help you learn about the members,” Yuta said, stepping fully into the small dorm.

It had been years since Yuta had been in a trainee’s dorm. It was cramped. There were three sets of bunk beds, a clothing rack and a coffee table all in the small room. The kitchen attached to the room was tiny. Yuta grimaced at the outdated appliances. (Was that duck tape holding the fridge handle together?)

Niko saw where Yuta was looking and scurried over to block it with her body. “I wasn’t expecting visitors,” the girl gave a nervous chuckle.

Yuta raised an unimpressed brow. “Clearly.”

Niko looked around the room, then sighed. “Just pretend you didn’t see anything. This can’t be any different than when you stayed at the trainee’s dorm,” she grumbled, ushering the older towards a spot on the floor in between the beds where her laptop sat.

“Where are the other trainees?”

“I’m the last one. The rest cleared out like two weeks ago,” Niko answered, shrugging when Yuta looked at her, frowning. “S’not so bad, really. I get the place all to myself.”

“Well, you’re moving out soon, so you won’t be alone anymore,” Yuta folded his arms over his chest, giving Niko a pointed look.

“Well, I’ll probably end up alone anyways, seeing as I don’t have a set group. ‘Cause if I start with NCT U, then that means I’ll only perform when they want me in a song,” Niko shrugged again.

Yuta tutted then bopped her head with the side of his hand. “Stop being so depressing.”

“Oi, Yu-chan! That hurt!” Niko narrowed her eyes at him, rubbing at the sore spot.

“Oh, please. You’re being dramatic. I barely tapped you,” Yuta rolled his eyes then ruffled her hair. Niko grumbled, but leaned into the touch.

Ever since coming to SM, Yuta had been like a brother to her. She had actually met him before coming to the company through Yuto of Pentagon, back when she was a trainee at Cube. It made the transfer over a bit easier.

Lately, Niko had been missing home, and Yuta had been the only one to help ease that ache. So, as annoyed as she was that he came unannounced, she was happy.

“Anyways, let’s get this study session going,” Yuta grinned, pulling out a green notebook. ‘NCT Profiles’ was scribbled in block letters on the cover.

Niko snorted then turned her laptop towards him, showing him her screen. Yuta looked at the video that was paused and chuckled at the title.

“‘NCT in a Nutshell’?”

“I was already studying before you came,” Niko giggled. She figured that the best way to get to know her members (Besides actually meeting them in person) was to watch some videos of them. And Niko knew which ones to look up. She was a kpop stan before she was a trainee. Seventeen, BTS, Got7, etc. The best ways to get to know the groups were through crack videos.

“Okay. So what have you learned so far?” Yuta asked.

“Let’s see,” Niko started off, tapping her chin as she pretended to think, “You’re all crackheads.”

“No shit,” Yuta chuckled.

Niko giggled. “Taeyong goes into mom mode off stage. Mark off stage is just a giggling mess. You are an unbothered king,” Yuta nodded smugly at that, “And the Dreamies are, or at least were, all freaking adorable. Now they’re all grown men.”

“That was all surprisingly accurate,” Yuta said, chuckling.

“Yeah? I did good?” Niko grinned, giving herself a pat on the back.

“Pretty much,” Yuta nodded, “Now let’s work on WayV and the rest.”

“I got this. If I can learn everything about Exo, Shinee, and all my other groups, I can learn about my own members,” Niko said, a determined look on her face.

Yuta snorted, patting her on the head. “I have full faith in you,” he teased.

Niko turned to him, grinning. “Okay, let’s go!”

About an hour and a half of taking notes and watching videos, the two stopped and looked at each other.

“Hungry?” Yuta asked.

“Hungry,” Niko confirmed with a nod.

“What are we feeling?”

“Black bean noodles.”

“It’s always black bean noodles with you,” Yuta shook his head, but pulled his phone out to place an order for the two of them.

“Is there a problem?” Niko quriked a brow.

“Of course not,” Yuta said and Niko stuck her tongue out at the sarcasm.

“Has the company mentioned any other songs you’d be a part of?” the older asked as he scrolled through the menu on his phone.

Niko sat back and shrugged. “They’ve mentioned a couple, but nothing has been set in stone,” she answered.

Yuta put his phone away then asked, “Which ones?”

“Resonance, obviously. They also said Work it and  Raise the Roof. The other’s are still pending. You’ll be in Work It, right?” she asked.

Yuta grinned and nodded. “Hell yeah. We’ll get to work together!” Yuta exclaimed.

Niko grinned just as wide. “I can’t wait!”

“Who knows, maybe they’ll add you as a late member to 127 like they did with Jungwoo. Then we’d always be together,” Yuta said.

“I doubt it, but it’s a nice thought,” Niko shook her head beaming. Being added to NCT 127 and performing with Yuta would definitely be a dream. Maybe she’ll wish for that every night.

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Chapter Ten of Home

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Summary: a glance back

Warnings: some NSFW elements in this chapter

AN / so it looks like the chapters are going to be shorter than before but that’s just because I can only keep my energy up for so long. I really do enjoy writing but it’s easier for me to write smaller chapters rather than like before. Also I know Suna hasn’t been as present I promise we will be getting more of him soon! UNEDITED SORRY

Part Nine: Closure

You collapsed onto your bed immediately after getting home from lunch with Atsumu and you haven’t moved for at least half an hour. Emotionally you were exhausted. Seeing him and thinking about him still caused a pang in your chest but that reunion was needed. You needed to start moving past him, that much you decided. He was your first love and he wounded you in a way that may never fully heal but now there’s two amazing guys trying to help you move forward.

You let a long grown rubbing your hands over your face. This were complicated enough when you were still coming to terms with your felling with Hinata. God he must be wondering what the hell is going with you leaving with his teammate. Maybe Bokuto and Sakusa have already started filling in the blanks for him. You could see those idiots snickering to themselves when you had encountered the group earlier. A soft smile graced your lips thinking of those two. You missed those two, and their constant bickering. You had become close to the the team over the years. Having hosted several victory parties at your and Atsumu’s shared home.

A small tear slipped down your cheek running down your face as you lay staring at the ceiling. Just another thing you had lost because of the setter. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Shaking that thought from your mind it did no good to dwell on those things now. Thinking back to your favorite orange haired man you felt slightly nervous about having to explain everything to him. Sho is nowhere near as dumb as most think ,yes he tends to get a little over excited missing some details but he’s really quite clever, so he’s probably figured out most things. It’s not like he wasn’t aware of your past you had spilled that too him a lot quicker than you had planned. You can remember that moment clearly. It was the moment your feelings for Hinata had first started becoming deeper than you had intended, even though you denied them for a lot longer.

You stretched sitting up the soft cotton sheets falling your lap as you yawned searching searching the room for the familiar sight of Shoyo’s bright orange hair. You rose your brow at the lack of his presence. The small apartment was silent. Which made you draw the conclusion that he was not here, he’s to rambunctious to be home and not make any noise not that you minded. You had a clue where he could probably be and your suspicions were confirmed as you heard him enter through the front door. It surprised you the first morning it had happened but by now you are used to Hinata going for morning runs.

He stood in the door smile spreading across his face upon seeing you awake in this bed wearing only one of his old game shirts from Brazil. Your hair still a mess and the purple marks he left last night peaking out from the collar of the crew neck. It was certainly an amazing sight for him to come back to. He leaned against the door frame lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat from his face. Now it was your turn to appreciate the view. His abs and delicious v coming into sight. Grazing your eyes down to his workout shorts that fit nice and snug against his defined thighs. God his thighs were a blessing in and of themselves. After your quick glance you look back up to the eyes of the man in front of you.

“You know I’ll never understand how you can have the energy to go running in the morning after the nights we have,” you chuckle.

A wide grin sneaks his way to his face “ sorry I’m not the one who can barely walk in the morning,” he winks.

Your jaw drops at his cheeky comment. “ oh yeah we’ll have to change that,” you state smug unsure where all of this confidence came from. Although you weren’t expecting his response.

His eyebrow quirked at your insinuation, before smirking “ alright that can be arranged sometime soon!” He chuckled enthusiastically.

Your eyes widened the scenario playing in your mind quickly.

Hinata loved the shocked but curious expression painting your features. The next thing you new Sho had bolted from his spot jumping into the bed knocking you onto your back as he hovered over you. His hot breath tickled your neck his lips grazing your pulse before giving a nip. One hand had sneaked under the shirt you wore grasping onto your hip while the other kneaded your breast. Your breath grew shaky. He lowered his head to the valley between your breast before looking up to you. Peering at you through his orange waves that dangled in his face.

“You know I still have plenty of energy to take care of you,” he teased his voice dropping an octave. “ so baby tell where do you want me.”

“I want you,” you bite your lip looking at the sinful man in front of you. Your hand grips his chin pulling him up to you face to face, your eyes drop to his lips before returning to his darkened eyes. “In the shower, now get your sweaty ass off of me!” You push his Lunky body of off you before standing.

He groans looking over at you “tease!” He yells.

You turn back sticking your tongue out at him, “ go shower loser im going to make some coffee and breakfast,” you yelled over your shoulder as you headed to the kitchen. Hinata enjoyed the view of you walking away before sighing in defeat, he was really grimy from his run, plus he could use a cold shower right now.

———

You moved around his small kitchen with an air of familiarity. It was about a little over a month since your agreement of friends with benefits began. After fixing a small breakfast and some coffee Shoyo finally emerged fully dressed and cleaned. Taking a sip from his mug and surveying the food you had made. He smiled.

“Damn Y/N this looks amazing!” He smile his signature smile. “You know it surprise me how a girl like you is single!” He doesn’t sense the mistake he had made immediately. You had never talked about why you didn’t want to date before. Not feeling your tragic history with love was appropriate pillow talk. You froze at this statement. Unwanted thoughts and memories swirling in your mind. All of your insecurities starting to surface. Hinata noticed the shift in the air immediately. It was hard not to as your hands grabbed at the counter for some stability. Your eyes trained on the surface, voice caught in your throat. How do you respond to that.

If there’s one thing about Hinata that is certain it’s that’s he’s incredibly caring. He moved around the corner of the counter standing next to your side placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N are you okay! Was it something I said? I’m real sorry ya know!” You turn to him tears brimming in your eyes. He doesn’t speak again or ask you to just pulling you into him as you bury your face into his chest as you sob. He places a reassuring hand your back rubbing soothing circles onto your back hoping to help calm you.

It feels nice and it helps a lot more than you expected. Although guilt starts to build as you realize your crying in front of a man you only know through sex. God this is embarrassing. Before you can try to retreat. Sho navigates you to his sofa. After relaxing into the cushions you look up at him. While he’s trying to look calm and reassuring you can sense the worry in him.

He takes this moment to speak. “ you know you can talk to me Y/N I’ll listen to you about whatever you have going on, no judgment.” You sigh looking up at him. Looking up into his eyes you don’t know why you aren’t more hesitant but it honestly feels like you can tell him anything. And so you do. You tell him almost everything. Leaving out names and some of the more gory details. You tell him all about your heartache. And he sits and listens to you intently. Although he didn’t show it he was furious with how you had been treated. But he didn’t want to interrupt your venting. It felt really nice to actually talk to someone about everything and how you feel and Sho was amazingly supportive throughout the whole ordeal.

Wiping the mostly dried tears from your cheeks you gave Hinata a soft smile. “ thank you Shoyo I’m sorry I dropped all of this on you, it probably not what you signed up for.” You gave a nervous chuckle.

He returned your smile, looking at you earnestly, he gripped your shoulder gently making you look up at him. “Hey none of that non sense! You can always talk to me no matter what!” He smiled.

Your eyes shinned up at him with a forgotten emotion. “Really?” You questioned

His smile grew even bigger “Yeah! Absolutely! What are friends for!” He beamed!

Friends.... why did that word give you a pang in your chest.

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[definitelyseven]

deal | fifteen

summary: when your step-mom unexpectedly offers you a deal you can’t resist, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine by seducing her potential suitor, Im Jaebum.

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You wiped down the last menu and neatly stacked it with the rest of the menus. You glanced over at the clock - 4:55 pm, it was almost time to open the restaurant. 

“Reservations for Im JB,” you whispered to yourself as you traced your fingers over the written words. “Do you know who made reservations for the VIP room at 6?” you asked your coworker, Shuha who was setting up a table. 

“No idea, the boss wrote it down herself.”

It couldn’t be, could it? It’s been two years since the wedding. Two years since you’ve seen them or even made contact with them. It couldn’t be. You brushed the thought out of your head and flipped the signed to Open. 

“Has everyone arrived?” you asked Shuha. She nodded and followed you towards the VIP room. “Good evening. I’m Y/N, the manager of this restaurant. May I get everyone started with something to drink?” 

You looked towards the end of the table and there he was. Im Jaebum. Your eyes met his and you feel your heart drop to your stomach, almost forgetting how to breathe. You looked away instantly, trying your best to focus on your job. He’s not worth it, you repeated to yourself for the nth time. 

You moved out of Jaebum’s house while they were on honeymoon. You couldn’t stick around and watch them be together. You couldn’t pretend like nothing happened, like he wasn’t as bad as she was. Shortly after you moved out, news broke out that Eunbi’s family invested millions in Jaebum’s company, opening the U.S. market for his company. They weren’t nearly as rich as Jaebum’s but they had connections in the U.S. No wonder he had to marry her. He needed her. 

“How are you?” a voice from behind asked. You froze as if your body forgot how to move itself. You inhaled and exhaled slowly before turning around to respond.

“I’m good. You?”

“The usual.” You smiled at him before returning to work. “You left without a word.”

“Was I supposed to stay and watch you and Eunbi be happy together?” you asked rhetorically. You weren’t trying to be rude, honestly. You’ve moved on. You were happy and you weren’t mad anymore. 

You didn’t love him anymore. 

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude,” you quickly apologized.

“No it’s okay,” he smiled subtly. “Can I please buy you a drink?” 

You stared at him. He was the same - handsome, charming and well-dressed. He didn’t change one bit. You looked around the restaurant, seeing only a couple of tables finishing up their drinks. “Shuha, I’m going to take my break.” 

“You’re happy as a restaurant manager?” he asked.

“I am. I didn’t think I was going to like it but I do. I really do,” you assured him. 

“You have $20 million dollars to do anything in the world and you chose to be a restaurant manager,” he teased, making you laugh. “Minguk asks about you all the time. He misses you. I miss you.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. Every word that came out of his mouth made you nervous. It made the pit in your stomach grow. “It’s been two years already. I was sure Minguk was going to forget about me.”

“He could never. I could never,” he mentions again. You tried to ignore him and the comments he made - it was better like this.  

“Hey honey,” you hear someone call. You quickly turned back to see your fiancé making his way towards you. You smiled, getting up to greet him.

“Hey babe,” you said leaning in to kiss him. “This is my fiancé, Kai,” you introduced. 

Jaebum’s body tense up, frozen as he stared at you. You were happy. Your smile gave it all away. He couldn’t believe you were engaged; its only been two years and you already moved on. In that moment he realized you weren’t happy because of this job. It was never about this job. 

You were happy because of him. 

“Nice to meet you,” Kai said, extending his hand out to shake. “You’re Mr. Im, right?”

“You know him?” you asked your fiancé who quickly shook his head. 

“I don’t know him, know him. I’ve seen you on magazines,” he clarified.

Jaebum smiled, standing up to shake Kai’s hand. “Pleasure.”

“You ready to go?” Kai asked you. You took another look at the restaurant. The tables from earlier left already and it was just the four of you. 

“Almost. Can you bring the car to the front?” Kai nods, leaning in to kiss your cheek before leaving. 

“He’s the reason you’re happy,” Jaebum said. You smiled widely. He is. “I know because I can feel it.” It reminded you the day of the wedding when he told you he was happy, but you said it was fake because you couldn’t feel how happy he was. “When’s the wedding?”

“Next month,” you answered, carefully. “I would invite you but-”

“It’s okay. I can congratulate you from afar.” There was an awkward silence between the two of you. “Let me walk you out.” 

You thought you would be more mad meeting him again. You thought it would be harder but it wasn’t. 

“I never apologized,” Jaebum said. 

You shake your head, disagreeing. “You don’t need to apologize. We were both wrong. We both made choices we’re not proud of.”

“Does he treat you well?” You nodded. “Good. That’s good.”

Kai’s car pulls up in the front of the restaurant. “It was nice seeing you,” you said sincerely. “And I do miss Minguk.”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” 

“I forgive you, Jae. Let’s not make it a routine to see each other again,” you said as you watched Kai get out of the car. “Goodnight,” you tell him before getting in the car. 

“How do you know him?” Kai asked.

You hesitated, “He’s married to someone I know.”

“Great! Then maybe you can get him to accept a meeting invitation,” he proposed. 

“Oh, we don’t really know each other like that.”

“Come on sweetheart. It would be huge if I can get him as a client,” Kai begged. 

“O-okay I’ll try,” you said. If it wasn’t for today, you’d probably never see him again let alone call him for a favor. No matter how badly you didn’t want to do this, you had too; at least for Kai. 

“This is Jaebum,” he answered on the other line. You hesitated to speak. There’s no turning back now. “Hello?”

“Jae...” you choked out. 

“Y/N?” he asked. “Is everything okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you answered. You swallowed your pride and spoke, “I was wondering if you could help me out with something.”

“Anything.” You nibbled your lower lip, still hesitant to ask for this favor. “Y/N, I’d do anything for you.”

“It’s actually not for me,” you responded. “Kai has been trying to get a meeting with you but has never been able to set up a meeting with your secretary.”

“Don’t worry about it. Tell him to give my secretary another call.”

“Thanks Jae,” you sighed in relief. “I owe you one.”

“Can we meet?” he asked. You can feel your heart race. “Please I miss you,” he begged. You glanced over at Kai who was sleeping beside you. 

“Where?”

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