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magicshopaholic · 3 months

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Flipped (Jimin x OC)

Summary: Jimin meets his childhood love in his childhood hometown.

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: Exes; humour, banter, flirting, fluff

Word count: 2.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none

A/N: I may as well have denounced editing. Still, I've been looking forward to this little drabble for a good while now, so here it is. Since it's a drabble, it can be read standalone. Set about three months after Near Misses and a couple of weeks after Helping Hands.

This contains a little detail from a super popular movie that I watched on a flight after forever so kudos to anyone who can identify it :)

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld

Listen to: "heart“ by stars

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The moment Jimin knew that he was in it, bad, was when he first saw Kim Sooah at a volleyball match.

It was against a neighbouring school and while the girls’ matches rarely pulled in the crowd that the boys’ matches did, somehow, the crowd was almost as large that day. Jimin attributed it to the fact that Sooah was playing; it was, after all, the only reason he was here.

That, and the fact that Taehyung had dragged him along. Although Jimin would never admit it to him, he was glad he came, for the atmosphere was incredible. There was at least a hundred people there, from several schools in the district, cheering and hooting with tiny bottles of water in their hands.

“Imagine if we get even half this crowd when we debut,” muttered Taehyung to him in a low voice. Despite the sardonic tone, Jimin could detect the longing in his statement.

His focus reverted to Sooah fairly quickly, however. The match was midway, as far as he could tell, and the girls on both teams were amped up and energetic and sweaty. Jimin didn’t even know which team was winning; all he could tell was that Sooah looked serious and in concentration as her team gathered before a serve, discussing something and pointing vaguely at each other.

Her hair was in a ponytail at the top of her head, the ends damp and sticking to the back of her neck. Jimin watched in awe and something else as she brushed it away absently, exposing the glowing skin and making his cheeks heat up. Her legs were lean and toned under her shorts as she jogged on the spot, but when his gaze moved up to her face, he frowned.

Was she crying? It was a hot day, but her nose was red. Even from this distance, it was unmistakable, the redness at the tip and the sniff that followed it. But her eyes seemed dry… Jimin watched in confusion as she sneezed and one of her team members snickered and patted her shoulder comfortingly, while Sooah rolled her eyes but smiled back, tapping her nose with a cupped hand.

It happened one more time - the sneeze, the sniff, the tapping of her nose which seemed to be a habit she wasn’t even aware of – before Jimin realised what it was. It was allergies. Kim Sooah - perfect, popular, dream girl Kim Sooah - had allergies. To what, he did not know, but he could recognise the signs and moreover, could feel his chest fill up with a warm admiration and amusement that despite being a bit of a hot mess, she’d not only shown up to play but was visibly enthusiastic and focused on the game.

The team dispersed and got into their positions, Sooah somewhere on the side as her teammate got ready to serve. Just before play resumed, Sooah sneezed again.

And Jimin’s heart flipped.

—

The sky is still light when the sun disappears over the horizon, across Sooah’s parents’ house. She snaps a picture that does the sight no justice and stretches her legs where she’s sitting on the pavement in front of the house. The street is quiet and empty, which is why even the slightest movement causes her to look up.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re in Busan the same weekend you knew I’d be here.” Jimin raises his eyebrows as he approaches her, a smug hint of a smile on his face.

His hair is a gorgeous silvery blond for the upcoming Europe leg of his tour. He’d sent her a picture of it while the stylist was still colouring it, and Sooah had spent the rest of the night wondering if it would feel like silk.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re on this street when your parents’ house is two blocks away.”

He smiles sheepishly and sits next to her, smelling clean and light and floral. “Totally a coincidence.”

“Same here.” She nudges his shoulder with hers. “How’s tour going?”

“You aren’t keeping up on social media?” He feigns shock. “I’m hurt, Sooah.”

“I have a job now. I can’t remain a teenage fangirl forever.” But she gives him a playful smile along with it, which he returns.

“So this is where you lived before Seoul, huh,” he remarks after a few moments. “One of my childhood friends used to live right down this street, somewhere at the end.”

“We might have crossed paths, too,” she offers.

“Nah, I would remember.” He plays absently with the loose laces of her shoe. “But I’m glad you moved to Seoul when you did.”

“I’m glad you did, too.” Sooah feels her stomach flutter slightly at the memory. “I wish you’d introduced yourself sooner.”

“We were in the same class, Kim Sooah,” he points out. “You could have noticed sooner.”

She nods, not missing the defensive note. “Yeah, I could’ve. Sorry.”

There is silence for a minute during which Sooah looks out at the horizon in her childhood neighbourhood, sitting beside her childhood love.

“Taehyung told me you went to Jeju with Hyeri and her gang a couple of weeks ago.”

“I did. It was nice. A little hot, but fun.”

“Yeah? Partied hard?”

“Kind of.” A smile flashes across her face. “It’s getting harder to pull all-nighters in my old age.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he says teasingly, before pausing. “I heard you guys booked a whole villa.”

“Hyunjin got a great deal on Airbnb or something so he booked it. It was huge.”

“That’s cool. I heard all the couples got their own rooms.”

“They did.”

“Hmm.” He nods. “Rooming is overrated.”

“I agree. I don't think I managed a single shower in my room before the hot water got over.”

There’s the distant sound of children playing in the park down a couple of streets over. Sooah glances at Jimin out of the corner of her eye; he’s looking straight at the horizon, his jawline sharp and eyes partially hidden by his bangs.

“Glad you had fun, I guess,” he says after a moment, still staring ahead.

“Yeah. Hyeri is a much better friend than a roommate, though, for future reference.”

She doesn’t pretend to miss how he visibly catches on. “For future reference?” he asks. “You mean in case I ever want to room with Hyeri?”

“You never know. I know how much you love rooming with friends from high school.”

Jimin nods, but Sooah doesn’t miss the twitch at the corner of his mouth. He glances at Sooah and presumably sees her much more obvious smile, and rolls his eyes. “I hate you,” he states, shaking his head but failing to hide his sheepish grin.

Sooah giggles. “Jesus Christ, Chim. If you want to know if I’m single, just ask.”

A small patch of pink appears on his cheek. “Historically, that hasn’t always given me the answer I want.”

“Let’s try it. Repeat after me: ‘Sooah, are you in a relationship?’”

He gives her a look but decides to humour her. “Sooah, are you in a relationship?” he asks deliberately.

“No, Jimin, I am not. But hopefully I will be, soon enough. Are you in a relationship?”

“This is a coincidence but I’m not either. But if things go well, I’m hoping I will be, too.”

“Interesting. Why aren’t you right now?”

“Well, the girl I have a thing for is a bit of an enigma, if I’m being honest.” Jimin tosses his hair out of his eyes and smirks slightly. “She’s very popular and we never seem to get the timing right.”

Sooah can’t help but smile, feeling her face soften at the confession. “You’re bound to, eventually. Right?”

He nods slowly, his grin fading but not all the way. “I hope so. The problem is…” He looks away and ducks his head. “I don’t know. I guess part of me always feels like a quiet nerd around her, no matter how much time passes.”

“Lucky for you, I have a thing for cute and shy nerds,” she says after a moment, dropping all pretense and resisting the urge to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“M-hm. Even when they get all ripped and start wearing designer clothes and have hoards of fans in love with them,” she says, “I find myself very fond of the person they are underneath all that.”

Jimin swallows and lets out a soft chuckle, before meeting her gaze, his eyes swimming with a hundred different thoughts. “I really feel like I’ve messed it up too many times with her, though,” he admits quietly.

Sooah nudges his shoulder again and this time rests her head on it as well. “She might share some of the blame for that, too,” she murmurs. “But you’ll never know if you don’t try.” She feels him nod, slowly, and she holds her breath as he starts to say something. Instead, she suddenly sneezes.

“Oh, God, no,” she grumbles, brushing strands of hair out of her face. “What - what is that? Are you wearing a new perfume or something? Because I think I might be allergic. What?” she asks, catching sight of his big grin that only widens when she frowns.

“You do this thing when you get your allergies,” he tells her. “This thing with your hand.”

“What thing?”

“Like this.” He mimics it, tapping his nose with his cupped hand. “It’s extremely cute.”

Sooah feels her face heat up in both pleasure and embarrassment. “Oh. I didn’t realise.”

“I know. But you’ve always done it. You did it when you were front row at our debut,” he reminds her.

At this, she smiles as well, reliving the old but clear memory. “Yeah, I was having allergies then, too. Can’t believe you noticed me in the crowd.”

“It was, like, thirty people.”

She nods in agreement, but then shrugs. “You still put on a hell of a show, Chimmy.”

“Shut up,” he mutters bashfully. “You should come for a concert now. There are actual lightsticks so you don’t have to wave the torch on your Nokia.” He flashes her a smile. “I’ll send you a flying kiss from the stage. The other girls there will hate you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she says dryly. “Although I think it might be harder to spot me in a crowd of thirty thousand.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll always spot you.”

Sooah’s heart flips. “I might just take you up on that offer. But you have enough girls in the front row, chasing after you.”

The same grins flickers on his face before he looks down at the road. “As long as you’re the only one who comes backstage with me, I’m good.”

“Really? You don’t think we’ve grown out of making out backstage after your show?”

“Never. We even have private rooms now. Where do you think Taehyung and Namjoon disappear for twenty minutes after every show?”

“And you want to join the club?”

“Depends. Are you joining me backstage?”

“Depends. Are you asking me to join you backstage?”

Jimin sighs hugely, giving her a look the whole time. “We can’t just let anyone backstage, you know? They only started making exceptions once Namjoon and Kaya started dating. Jungkook isn’t allowed to bring his flings back there either.”

“So it depends on whether I’m a girlfriend or a fling?” Her stomach flutters with anxiety at her own words. “Choose wisely, Jimin.”

The half-hearted smile tells Sooah that he’s picked up on the loaded statement. I feel like I’ve messed it up too many times, though. She bites her lip at the reminders, the slew of memories of both she and him drawn to each other multiple times, only to push each other away before anything could come of it.

On the pavement, Jimin slips his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d be the guy to whom Kim Sooah says yes twice.”

She bites her lip and smiles, wide. His fingers feel steady in between hers. “Sometimes it happens,” she says, tilting her head up and meeting him in a soft kiss. “Yes,” she whispers, her eyes staying closed, their noses still brushing against each other.

Jimin doesn’t pull away immediately, but she feels him squeeze her hand. “Will I see you at the next show then?” he murmurs. “I can get you a ticket.”

“Front row?”

“I’ll be looking for you,” he promises, pressing a kiss to her forehead before sitting back in his original position but somehow feeling closer than before.

Sooah nods in assent. Sitting before her childhood home with her childhood love, she drops her head on his shoulder. A moment later, she feels his head rest on hers.

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lilsunflower95 · 3 months

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Cruel Summer: Chapter 1 ~ Keep Running

Pairing: Taehyung x original female character

Genre: Fluff, angst

Rating: T-SFW

Word Count: 1,856

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimers: ©lilsunflower95 - As this is my original work, I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes YouTube, Tik Tok, Pinterest, and/or Wattpad.

Summary: Yoo Hyori is a successful actress and model who has a crush on Kim Taehyung. She learns she will soon team up with for a new television series being filmed in Mexico.

m.list (coming soon)

“She’s worth more than he is.”

Yoo Hyori’s manager was pacing in her living room, his slippers squeaking against the highly polished wood flooring, while she stood at the marble island of her gleaming kitchen scooping soy sauce braised chicken mixed with onions, mushrooms, peppers, and glass noodles into a large cream colored serving bowl.

“Mr. Kang…, please?” She looked up at him with a hint of a smile playing on her ruby red lips to remind him to be kind as he ran a hand over his thinning black hair.

“She does deserve to get paid more than him. He’s just a singer. She does it all!” He held a hand out, palm up as he turned away from her and put a hand on his hip under his tightly tailored blue suit jacket.

She looked over to the awards that glittered under the spotlight as they sat on her floating shelves with a sense of pride.

They really were quite resplendent in all their different shapes and sizes as they sat beside the various potted plants she had arranged carefully, afraid that leaving gaps would eat at her whenever she didn’t win an award and drive her to self destructive competitive levels.

“She has awards from television, from movies… you name it, she’s got it.” He paused for a moment before shaking his head and walking towards the hallway slipping slightly on an over polished spot. He glowered down at his feet then continued on, his voice becoming softer as he left. “You’re just saying that because women are more likely to buy merchandise than men. She’s got plenty of fans and you know it. Besides, she can actually cook! He can’t do that. He’s said on more than one occasion how he despises the task.”

Hyori’s assistant, Mei Jiang, looked at her with a wry smile as she picked up her glass of red wine and swirled it in her glass. “Do you know what role that’s for?”

“No. This is the first I’ve heard of it.” Hyori shook her head as she carefully placed the dish on the center of her long oak table with criss-cross legs. She shifted the plate to center it and tipped her head to admire the pure white bone china that was adorned with Swarovski crystals and accented in 24K gold details.

It was a far cry from the banana leaves she’d grown up eating off of.

“I can give you a hint, but you can't get your hopes up in case it doesn't work out.”

“Well, now you have to tell me.” Hyori breezed back into the kitchen and leaned against the island, wincing against the sting of the peppers and onions that were simmering in a pot of pork dumplings. “What is it?”

Mei looked over her shoulder, using her long, sharp nails to move her waist length black hair. After making sure they were alone for the moment, she leaned in close to Hyori and lowered her voice to a whisper. “It’s a television series being filmed in Mexico. The stars will run a fully functioning restaurant for a week to give Korean cuisine exposure. I know the location scout and apparently, the city is….”

She pressed her fingers together before her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.

A week in Mexico? She blinked and inhaled slowly and deeply as she imagined dipping behind a waterfall while the others looked for her. She imagined what it would be like to be alone again as her heart throbbed and tears pricked her eyes. She fought to keep a smile from her face as a laugh bubbled in her chest.

The idea of finally being able to be safe made her mind reel.

She caught herself from going too far into her imagination and raised a brow while watching Mei light a pair of red candles on the table, shielding the flame with her cupped hand.

“It’s that nice, hmm?” Hyori looked from Mei’s nod to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the ancient river and the glittering city beyond and sighed at the snow that was collecting in the corners. “It would be nice to be somewhere warm right now.”

“You want to know who he’s so mad about?” Mei leaned back in her seat to check the coast was clear again when the sound of shuffling footsteps filled the hallway. Hyori nodded and allowed Mei to pull her close by her arm so she could whisper in her ear. “Kim Taehyung.”

Hyori pulled away with wide eyes as her heart thumped in her chest painfully fast. “You’re kidding!”

Hyori’s mind immediately conjured the last time she’d seen Kim Taehyung.

It had been on a photoshoot in Paris for… Vogue or Elle?… she couldn't quite remember which one. He had been dressed in a three piece black silk suit and was sitting at a small round table while fog was pumped on to the set to give the illusion of a smokey Parisian cafe. He had sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes seductively at her as she walked behind the cameras to go to her own set.

She knew from her own training that it was normal for sitters to find someone behind the scenes to flirt with to make the photos more realistic, but still… it made her shiver.

Why had he chosen me… of all people… to look at? There were plenty of beautiful women there! They were so elegant and fashionable. I look like an amateur compared to them! Could it be that he was intimidated by them?

Mei shook her head and took a long pull on her wine when Kang came back into the room with a sigh.

He threw his arms out to the side as Hyori hurried back into the kitchen and began to sprinkle sesame seeds over stir fried octopus. “Well, I did my best. I got higher than what they initially wanted to pay, but it’s still not where it should be, which is a shame.”

Hyori glanced at Mei who nodded as she brought the next dish to the table. “Mr. Kang, I am most appreciative of everything you do for me. I would have nothing if it weren’t for you always looking out for me. I am very proud of and grateful for your continued efforts on my behalf.”

He bowed his head with a small appreciative smile as he clasped his hands behind his back, his shoulder popping as he did. He watched her portion out the rice until the bowls were neatly rounded and shook his head. “You do deserve better.”

“Maybe one day the industry will agree with you.” Hyori offered a small smile and motioned to the table. “But nevermind, dinner is ready. Please come and eat.”

She went into the kitchen and took up the bottle of wine, cradling it like a kitten as she went back to the table where she filled Kang’s glass then refilled Mei’s before serving herself.

She finally sat and watched her guests begin to eat and smiled in gratitude at their small hums of delight, pleased they were eating well.

“Mmm!” Kang sat straight suddenly, dabbing the corners of his mouth with the silk napkin, staining it with the remnants of a red pepper sauce, drawing the wide-eyed looks from Mei and Hyori as he hurriedly finished chewing. “I must apologize! I focused more of my energy on the negative instead of the positive!”

“It’s quite alright, Mr. Kang. But, please, share your good news so that we can all celebrate.” Hyori laid her hands on her lap demurely.

“You were selected to be one of the stars for a new series called ‘Donghae’s Seoul Bistro’.” He stopped when he saw Hyori and Mei exchange looks before pointing at Mei, his bushy black brows rising high on his narrow brow. “Did you already tell her?”

Mei held her slender hands up and averted her eyes to the meal before her. “No! Of course not!”

She kicked Hyori’s shin under the table and widened her eyes with a smile. Hyori looked from her to Kang, her mouth falling open as her mind reeled. “I… she…. Uh….”

“Miss Jiang.” Kang settled his narrowed eyes on Mei and heaved a sigh.

“You’re supposed to be an actress!” Mei leaned over her plate, careful to avoid getting her tight maroon turtleneck on her food.

“Acting and lying are very different!” Kang glowered then plucked up several peppers and laid them on a steamed dumpling before popping it into his mouth.

Hyori rubbed her arm and looked down at the floor to avoid Mei though she could still feel the heat of her weighty stare.

“Well, since there was no way Mei could have known you would be selected, there is still some good news I can share.” Kang dabbed his lips again. “You were selected. Filming starts next week, but they’d like for you to go out as soon as possible to drum up anticipation on social media. There will be a photoshoot or two as well.”

Hyori’s face brightened as she beamed at Kang, who couldn’t help but to return her smile. She gripped his arm in her long fingers and leaned towards him. “When am I leaving?”

“Tomorrow, provided there are no conflicts with your schedule.”

“It’s a little short notice.” Mei sat her chopsticks down and pulled her phone from her pocket, scrolling quickly through her calendar. “But, this will take priority. I don’t see anything I can’t reschedule. Some feathers may get ruffled, but I know I can make it happen without prejudice.”

“You make magic happen, Mei.” Hyori smiled at her as her shoulders relaxed when she sighed and slouched a bit as though she were watching a dream unfold. “I can’t believe this is happening. Two weeks in Mexico!”

Mei chuckled and shook her head as she sat her phone in her lap. “Well, I don’t know about that, but I endeavor to do my best. What will actually be magic is getting your wardrobe arranged in time. De la Renta just released a new line and, naturally, it’s all gorgeous. I’d love to see you in a few pieces. I think it would help drive you towards another magazine shoot or even get you an invitation to fashion week this year.”

“Really?” Hyori’s eyes went wide at the prospects. “That would be amazing.”

Mei reached across the table and squeezed her hand before her smile faltered. “It would be. I don’t know why, but I feel like this is going to be a life changing experience. What a strange feeling. Don’t you think? Anyway, you should eat this delightful food you’ve made before it gets cold.”

Hyori shifted in her seat with a giggle as she took up her chopsticks and pinched a chicken wing, chewing on it as her mind reeled.

This is all happening so fast. Please ancestors, spirits, God, Buddha, whoever is out there watching over me… please let me be strong and courageous. Please help me to keep running.

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darkestcorners · 2 years

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the phantom | yandere!taehyung au

SECOND INSTALLMENT | HALLOWEEN YANDERE SERIES

pairing: yandere!taehyung x reader (f)

genre: yandere, slight horror

warnings: mature themes, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, tormenting, stalking, paranormal themes, parallel universe / time travel , graphic language, violent themes (TW: mentions of suicide)

word count: 8.1k

tag list: @rkuqu

Synopsis: Spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isn’t what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.

Based on the Disney classic; Phantom of the Megaplex

You hand over the two red slushies to the couple over the counter alongside a tray of nachos.

“Enjoy the movie.” You say as they gather their food and swiftly make their way down the long dimly lit movie theater hallway.

The young girl sitting on one of the benches outside the restroom entrances gave you a harsh glare. Her arms were tightly crossed and if you were being honest , her attempts at looking even the least bit intimidating were humorous. She looked severely constipated more than anything.

“You’re not seeing the movie no matter how much you grind those little cavity filled teeth of yours. “ You deadpan to your sister who only further scowls.

“Did you just see those two nerds who went inside? The guy looked like he was about to vomit over his food.” Yulhee exclaimed referring to the guy who had indeed been shaking slightly when you had given him his drinks , you figured he was on a first date or was just severely afraid of horror films.

“The guy was clearly of age. Something you’re not, now you can either go to the arcade like I first told you to or you can sit there and shut up.” You snapped, not needing the added stress of your little sister’s incoming tantrum.

The night was already a disaster. It was the 90th anniversary of the famous horror film from the 1930’s Phantom starring the deceased actor Kim Taehyung. A known legend among horror film fanatics and to make things even more chaotic, this movie theatre was located in his hometown.

And of course it all happened to fall on Halloween night.

Now, you had to admit the entire thing was pretty amazing. Who wouldn’t want to attend the premiere of one of most well known successful horror films for the first time in theaters since a like 90 years ago? However, it was one thing to attend it and a completely other thing to work at the place it was being showcased. The smell of popcorn was starting to make you sick, you had served way too many buckets of it that you lost count, sold far too many peanut butter m&m’s and frankly , you were sure you would never eat another hot dog again your life.

You had never seen this rundown movie theater so packed in your eight months of working here. The people had came swarming inside the moment the doors opened and you were stuck on the second level of the theatre which on a normal night should of been one of the least busy areas since most the people got their food and drinks on the lower level but tonight, there was people coming from every corner. The slight moment of silence you were getting right now was completely blissful. You wouldn’t even consider it peaceful, the screaming sounds of the movie or the people, you couldn’t decipher exactly from which it was coming from could be heard throughout the entire hallway.

Admittedly you had never actually seen the film Phantom. Not because it was incredibly old, although that also seemed to contribute to it since black and white films weren’t exactly your thing but you also weren’t a big horror movie fan.

Your little sister though, she was alarmingly the complete opposite. She had started her obsession just about two years ago and it was starting to concern you why a young girl her age was so fascinated by such gore and violence. Especially when it came to horror movie classics. When she found out Phantom would be playing in theaters? About lost her mind. But your mom had warned you that she was not allowed to see it by any means. While you could care less whether or not she saw it , you weren’t about to face your mother’s wrath when your sister did end up getting nightmares all week.

You supposed Phantom was a rather unique case and that’s why it caused such an uproar. After all, the disturbing background regarding the actor that played in it was enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

The film apparently revolves around a man who would prey on young women , forming an obsession with each one but end up tragically murdering them once he got bored of them. The chilling part was though that the more he had loved them, the more sinister his way of killing them was. He played favorites, one would say. The least complex the murder was, the less had cared for you, the less thought he put into ending your misery. His favorite women always had the most terrifying ends, one in particular was skinned alive. However, in the film he was never caught for any of his murders. The reason being he would leave no trace of anything, not a single piece of evidence. That’s how he had gained the name “Phantom”. The twist is that at the end of the film, it is revealed that he was in fact a paranormal entity doing these horrific acts to women.

Sounded like your usual horror film but that wasn’t what made it so famous. The real horror was that the actor who played this character, Kim Taehyung was actually a true serial killer himself. During the the time of filming , he apparently murdered two woman and the disturbing part? He had killed them the exact same way his character in the film had.

This of course was not discovered until months after the film was released so the actor had gotten his fair amount of attention, his good looks quickly gaining him fame and even the title of a heartthrob. Because of course, who didn’t like attractive men playing these types of roles? It was part of the appeal.

It was a shame that he hadn’t been much of an actor at all, his character had been a true representation of himself. But the actor wasn’t as lucky as his character for he did eventually get caught for the two murders.

What was strange though was he seemed to have known it already. Exactly two weeks before the authorities discovered all the evidence and linked it to him, he committed suicide.

Some say he killed himself because he already knew the police were on to him and his entire career would be over so he simply saved himself the public backlash and humiliation. Other have more complex theories about his reasoning, claiming that he couldn’t of possibly known the police were after him and that he committed for other reasons. You didn’t know which were true or not but all you really cared about was that the man got what he deserved after all. He had dug his own grave.

What’s funny is that his popularity and fame only seemed to grow after his death, a lot would say it was incredibly sick to idolize a literal serial killer but others claim that much of the appeal was because of the film itself. After all, you were watching a film about a serial killer being played by an actual serial killer. Spooky, wasn’t it?

“Y/n!” You turned your neck, watching your manager stalk over to you, a look of pure distress on his handsome face. The purple vest hung loosely against his broad shoulders and his usually combed dark hair had a few strands out of place tonight.

He was hot when he was annoyed.

“We are having difficulties with the projector.” Jin stated and you stared blankly at him, waiting for him to continue but you were met with silence.

Was he suggesting what you thought he was?

“Do I look like a maintenance worker to you?” You reply dryly.

He glared at you.

“No, you look like an employee who’s about to get fired if you don’t go inside the auditorium and calm the people down while I go see what’s wrong with the projector. “

Oh.

“Ugh, can’t Jihyo do it? .” You really didn’t want to deal with those horror movie fantastics in there , a good load of them were barely old enough teenage boys who had a sick fascination with gore to seem edgy.

Plus your coworker worked much better under stress than you did.

“She’s busy trying to fix the soda machine.” He stated, tone clipped.

The soda machine broke?

“Fine,” You muttered as you turned and exited the concession stand. You watched as your sister perked up.

“Can I com-“

“No.” You immediately shut her down.

“Why not?” Yulhee whined, and Jin raised an eyebrow at you.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to bring your preteen sister to a rated R horror film premiere?” He asked and you gave him a sheepish smile.

“I didn’t, my mom is out on a date and she didn’t want to leave her home alone. It’s Halloween. Lots of creeps.” You shrugged.

“I’ve already seen the movie and I bet I know more about it than both of you.” Your sister remarked, standing up.

“Yeah I’m not sure if that’s something you should be bragging about.”

Jin gave you another warning glare, signaling for you to hurry it up and get to work. He really had it with you this week, you had been showing up late the past few days and it wasn’t as if you were the most reliable employee.

You figured it also may have to do with the fact that you two had hooked up a couple weeks ago and you had totally ghosted him. Well, you couldn’t exactly ghost someone you worked with but you had made it clear you were not interested in anything more serious.

Jin didn’t outwardly say he was upset by that but his behavior had been off ever since which you couldn’t exactly figure out why since you were sure he had never intended for anything serious to happen between you two either.

Apparently you had been wrong.

“Just stay here. I’ll be right back.” You told her before you made your way down the hallway, turning down the corner of where the movie was playing.

“It’s number 16!”

You hear Jin call out behind you.

You stared up at the digital signages, coming across the desired number. The words ‘Phantom’ flashing across it. You entered the dark auditorium and were immediately greeted with a displeased audience that looked more than an unhappy by your presence.

You followed the lit up trail on the carpet floor that guided you to the front of the large screen. It was indeed not displaying the film, instead it seemed to be glitching. A scene from the film was paused completely, you saw the familiar face of the man on the screen. Kim Taehyung’s features staring back at you. The film seemed to have paused at a fairly random part, his figure was walking down a empty street, the black and white images continued to glitch more the longer you stared at them.

“Sorry everyone,” You announced as you came to stand in front of the screen, hoping your figure itself had caught the attention of the full crowd.

Their murmurs quieted as dozens of pairs of eyes settled on you.

“We are having some issues with the projector, we are working to fix it. We ask you to please be patient. “ You say as you flash them an incredibly forced fake smile.

“What fuck! We paid to see this piece of crap stop working!?” You hear someone yell out from the back and you wince.

“As as I said, we are working to fix-“

In the middle of your sentence, the screen behind you went completely black. Darkness fell over the room with the loss of light that had been coming from the film. You glanced up , trying to see if you could see anyone in the projection room but all you could see were the angry faces of customers sat at the very top.

“What is this bullshit!” A middle aged man in the front row in front of you exclaimed, he lifted himself off the seat to wave his hands dramatically, the action caused his bucket of popcorn to spill all over the floor.

More work for you later.

“Sir, I’m very sorry, we will-“

“Y/n!”

God damn it. What now?

You turned your head at the sight of your coworker Jihyo emerging from the right entrance beside you, the small flashlight in her hand pointed directly at you.

She gave the people she passed a regretful smile but it did little to calm their scrutinizing stares and soon you could hear the complaints getting louder around you.

“We have another problem, the projector in theater 20 also stopped working.” She whispered lowly and you cursed, watching as everyone in the room seemed to continue to complain amongst each other.

“Where is Jin?”

“Apparently fixing the projector , isn’t he ?” Jihyo questioned , knitting her eyebrows.

“Well, he doesn’t seem to be doing a good job.” You motioned to the dark screen behind you.

But in that moment, the screen suddenly lit up again, displaying the same scene it had been playing before. The film was no longer glitching. You stared up ahead again but saw nobody behind the glass windows that gave view inside the projection room.

Everyone in front of you seemed to settle down instantly, their loud complaints slowly turning into quiet grumbling as their entire attention seemed to be completely back to the movie.

You walked off to the side to not continue blocking the middle of the screen and Jihyo followed closely behind you.

“Nevermind, he must be working on fixing the other on now.” Your coworker said as she headed back towards the exit , you took one last glance towards the projector room, and you swore you saw something behind those glass windows but you ignored it and decided to follow Jihyo.

As you made your way out, you were about to ask her if she needed help fixing the soda machine but you came to a sudden halt when you noticed she was nowhere to be seen. Had she rounded the corner that quickly? You glanced both ways, the dim hallways were empty.

You sighed shaking your head as you walked back towards concession stand. When you were passing one of the restrooms you spotted something in the corner of your eye. You paused, taking a step back and glancing inside.

Jihyo was standing inside by the sinks. She was looking ahead in the direction of the stalls.

Completely still.

“Jihyo?” You called out to your coworker, stepping closer.

She jolted back, turning to face you with a startled expression. Her pupils were completely blown out and her gaze was unsteady, darting from you and back to the same spot she had been staring so intensely at.

“What’s wrong?” You question again , fully stepping inside the restroom of beaming white tiles . You followed her gaze but were met with nothing but a wall. The stalls all seemed to be opened meaning nobody was using them.

“N-nothing,” Jihyo shook her head from side to side, briefly shutting her eyes. “ Thought I saw something.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. She definitely looked freaked out, whatever she thought she saw must’ve left an impression.

“What kind of something?” You let out a laugh but it quickly died on your lips when you noticed her stoic expression. Her lips set in a straight line.

“It was nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me.” Your coworker assured you , making her way past you and you stared at the mirrors behind you. Her figure disappearing out of frame as she exited the restroom.

That was strange.

You stepped out as well, watching as she had already made it halfway down the hallway in the opposite direction. Deciding to not further question her about it , you went on your way instead and continued to walk back towards the concession stand, hoping no more unpleasant customers also awaited you there.

“These fanatics really are something-” The words died on your lips the moment you emerged from the corner, your eyes landing on the empty bench where your little sister should have been.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you peeked inside the restroom that stood right beside the cushioned bench.

“Yulhee?” You called out and apologized quietly when you saw a woman exit instead, giving you a quick glance.

You were going to murder your sister.

---

Yulhee was not at the arcade like you had previously thought, in fact the arcade was empty which was slightly odd but you figured it was due to every soul that had come in through those doors was now watching the infamous movie. You had checked every restroom, including the ones in the lower level. There was no sign of her anywhere. Of course she could have been inside one of the thearter rooms watching the damn horror film, it was the most probable case but you had briefly went inside some of the ones downstairs and had not seen her in any of the seats. Not that it would be that easy to find her, if her small figure had managed to seat herself in one of the further seats in the back, it was unlikely you would be able to spot her without flashing your flashight towards the entire crowd of people.

“That little brat,” You muttered angrily as you made your way back towards the escalators. You did a double take when you noticed a figure pass down the hallways you had just come from. Instead of continuing to let the moving escaltor take you back upstairs, you turned and started climbing down. What if it was her? You skipped down the dark corridors and towards the way you had seen the figure go.

You stopped in your tracks when you took note of a door slamming shut at the end of the hall. Was that the employee’s only door? It had to be, it was a small storage room where a lot of cleaning equipment had been placed. You knitted your eyebrows as inched closer to it. Without much hesitation, you yanked it open and stepped inside. It was pretty dark and your fingers searched for the lightswitch beside you but once you clicked it, it still didn’t seem to turn on any light.

A scream left your lips when you noticed the tall figure in front of you but your horror came to a quick end when you made out the familiar uniform. The purple vest and black shirt underneath matching your own. The person was wearing a type of mascarade mask, covering his upper face.

“Jin, what the fuck?” You ask, not knowing what the hell he was doing. It wasn’t out of character of him to pull this and you should of have expected it, he always like to play around like he was still some sort of middle schooler, you would normally find it endearing but right now you could only find it more stressful. Besides, it had been a shitty attempt at a scary costume.

He was silent and you shook your head, squitning at him through the darkness.

“You couldn’t even have picked a good mask? What is that even supposed to be?” You joke, clearly expecting him to have picked out a typical ghostface mask or some other known horror film costume. You watched as he tilted his head, coming closer to you.

“Hello?” You repeat, annoyance coating your tone as you roll your eyes. He was being lame, you knew he was trying to stay in character of whatever this character of his was supposed to be but it was useless, you already knew it was him.

A scoff left your lips as he lowered his face towards you and you stared into his eyes. the dark orbs boring into your own. Something about his gaze was different, you couldn’t put your finger on it in that moment but there was a glint to it you had never seen before. It felt unfamiliar.

Your eyes trailed down his lips but before you could stare too long at them, he connected them to your own. Your eyes widened at his sudden action but you felt yourself relax when his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him.

He had never kissed you this way. When you two had hooked up, the kisses were brief and desperate, he had been far too busy removing your clothes. This kiss was so sensual, his slow movements were extructiating and you felt your stomach drop at how tender yet passionate he was being. His fingers came to grasp the back of your neck before his lips moved from your lips to your jawline, slowy moving down your neck. Your held tils back, allowing him more access and you let out a gasp as you feel his hands behind your thighs, lifting you up in a quick motion and pressing you against the door. Your legs immiedtly wrap around his waist as he continues to suck on the side of your neck. Common sense was nowhere to be found in that moment, you were too preocupied with the feeling of his tongue on your hot skin to even notice that what you were doing was highly unprofessional.

But then again, you in fact never were the most reliable employee.

In the midst of your sinful acts, an abrupt scream broke throughout the space that made your heart stop for a second, gripping Jin’s shoulders in fear.

You twisted your head back against the door, had the scream come from outside? Your first thought was it was just coming from inside of one of theatre rooms from the movie playing but it had sounded too close. You were a good distance away from any of the rooms.

“What was that?” You whispered, you felt Jin sigh into your neck and that’s when you realized he had not removed his mouth from your neck once, completely ignoring the scream.

“W-Wait Jin, I need to go check where my sister is.” You pulled away from him, forcing yourself to unwrap your legs from his waist despite his efforts to keep them wrapped around him. You never took Jin for the kinky type, sure he had been a good hookup but it was nothing like what he was displaying right now.

You sighed, adjusting your collared shirt and praying he had not left a mark on your neck.

Jin’s hot breath was tickling your neck as he hovered over you and it took some self control not to turn around and make him finish what he had started but you had to not let your own perverse thoughts take over your rationality completely.

You turned the knob and swung the door open, discreetly stepping outside and making sure your other coworker wasn’t nearby. That would have been quite the awkward encouner. You walked forwards down the corridor, glancing towards the set of esclators that were a few feet away. There seemed to nobody around so you wondered where that scream you heard had come from.

“Are you com-” You stopped mid sentence when you noticed nobody was behind you.

Huh?

You walked back in front of the storange room and glanced inside but Jin wasn’t there. Where had he gone? He must’ve been playing another trick on you but as you waited more, there definitely didn’t seem to be anyone around and Jin had not popped out of any corner. You made your way back to the esclators and as you jogged up them, you took your phone out to see if your sister had texted you back but there was nothing. You groaned as you typed her another angry message demanding where she had gone.

“You’re so dead, you little brat.” You muttered at your phone as you hit send and nearly jumped back once you looked up in front of you.

Your sister was sitting exactly where you had first left her, right on the bench beside the restroom entrance.

She raised an eyebrow at you expectangly and you gave her a perplexed look.

“Where were you?” You demanded and Yulhee batted her eyelashes, giving you a look of feigned innocence.

“What do you mean? I’ve been here the whole time.” She replies with a shrug.

“Cut the act Yulhee, you were not here. Where were you?” You ask again more sternly. She stared at you for a couple of seconds before sighing.

“Fine, I went to the room.” The what?

You definitely were not expecting that answer from her.

“What room?”

Your sister stood up ubruptly and widened her eyes.

“You know the room where the Kim Taehyung took his own life.” Yulhee stressed, obviously expecting you to know exactly what she was talking about.

The stare you were giving her was enough for her to shake her head in disbelief.

“What, you didn’t know?”

“I beg you pardon? What the hell are you talking about?”

Was she serious? That couldn’t be possible, the actor had committed suicide in his hometown yes, but you had never heard that he had done it in a theater, not that you had looked into it much. Besides, there was no way this movie theatre had even existed back then. You specifically remember your mother mentioning they had just built it about twenty years ago.

“I can’t believe you didn’t know, you’re such an amteur.” Your sister scoffed, a grin forming on her face and you wanted nothing more than to smack it off her right in this moment.

“This theater didn’t even exist so what-

“Correction, this specific building didn’t. But they built it exactly where the old theater had burned down.” She explained intently, “ This is where the film very first premiered back in the year 1931.”

You weren’t about to admit that you also had no idea the old theatre had burned down.

“That’s creepy.” You deadpan. “ So where exactly is the ‘room’ you went off to?”

Yulhee pulled out her phone, shoving it towards your face and you frowned at the blueprint displayed on the screen.

“It’s through this underground passageway, it’s basically an abandoned part of this theater. They supposedly bolted the entrance to it shut but it’s actually just poorly covered with caution tape.”

Your sister’s hobbies were actually starting to concern you more than usual.

“And why was this where you were at?”

You were positive it wasn’t safe to enter if it had caution tape on it, what if something would of happened to her? Not only would your mother have your head but you wouldn’t be able to stand the guilt of it either. And all for what? To visit the place where this serial killer had took his life? That was incredibly disturbing on its own.

“Haven’t you heard the theories?” Yulhee tilited her head, her eyes squiting at you in a completely patrionizing manner.

“No Yulhee, I haven’t heard the fucking theories. Unlike you, I have a life.”

Your sister sighed.

“There’s this theory that the film the Phantom is cursed and that the movie is actually still taking place as we speak.” Yulhee explained, “Every twenty years or so, people have claimed that new victims have been added to the film, characters that they don’t remember seeing the previous time they had watched the movie.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“It’s all over forums, there’s people claiming their parents and grandparents don’t remember a certain character, and as years go by it seems like there’s new victims in the film that were supposedly always a part of the original cast but people swear were not part of it before. It’s basically like the mandela effect.”

Yeah, your sister had completely lost it.

You couldn’t hold in your laugh anymore.

“That is so stupid,” You gasped in between your fits of laughter and Yulhee glared at you, evidently not amused by your inability to take her words seriously.

“Y/n, I’m serious. It’s everywhere, so many people have talked about it.”

You nodded, holding onto your stomach in an attempt to put yourself together.

“Yeah, I’m sure but it doesn’t mean it’s real.”

As the words left your mouth, you saw a familiar guy making his way towards you both. You turned to face Jin who seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown, not exactly like what you had expected him to appear like after your makeout session in that storage room.

“This night is completely cursed, the popcorn machine in the lower level has broke and Jihyo said the damn soda machine is also still broken.” Jin complained, wiping a thin layer of sweat off his forehead. “Not to mention, I’m pretty sure some kid vomitted in theatre 13.”

You grimaced, you would make a mental note to avoid cleaning that specific room later.

“I’m going to the arcade.” Your sister announced in a fed up tone but you caught her by the shoulder before she could scurry away.

“That better be where you’re going, I’m going down to check on you right now.” You warn as she tugs away from your grip, a familiar scowl settling on her face before she makes her way towards the escalators.

“I need you to go help Jihyo at the concession stand downstairs, looks like we may have to call the maintance guy because...” Jin trailed off but he fell silent for a second as you saw his eyes suspisciously trail over your neck, his eyes falling back to your face in a questioning manner. “Looks like you’ve been busy?..”

You were waiting for him to break a smirk but his face remained expressionless. He looked genuinley curious or almost worried at what he was seeing on your neck, your hand came to touch the hickey on your skin and you winced at the bruised spot.

“Yeah, you left quite the evidence..” You chuckle awkwardly and watch his face twist in confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Was he serious?

“What do you mean ‘what’?” A grin was still on your face and you waited for him to cut the innocent act but he didn’t budge.

“Y/n , what are you talking about?” He shakes his head, and that’s when you realize his deadly serious tone. Not a hint of amusement in it. He was not playing around with you.

You felt confusion wash over your, your heart beating quicker at the sight of your manger’s face that gave away he had not a clue what you were reffering to or how you had managed to get that hicket on your neck. It was not his doing.

A sick feeling settled in your stomach.

“I..” You start in complete shock. There was no way? Nobody else had clocked in today. You were short staffed, the other two coworkers had left early and you were positive it was only your manager and Jihyo working tonight.

Then who had you made out with in that storage room?

Your thought were cut off by the entire space going dark, the electrictly suddenly completely shutting off as you took sight of your concession stand next you also going dark and the sound of the machines dying hit your ears. The already dim movie theater was now pitch dark. You could hear the screams inside the theatre rooms break out right away, the people must have been scrambling.

You heard Jin let out a curse in front of you, you could barely make out his handsome face now but you reached behind your pocket and took out your small flashlight. You shined it down the long corridor.

“We need to go handle the customers,” He says and you almost tell him that would be impossible, you wouldn’t be able to calm down these fanatics.

“Oh no, please don’t make go deal with them again.” You pleaded , completely refusing to go back and get screamed out and just about harrassed for these unfortunate events.

Jin sighed beside you and you heard something jingle before you felt a cold item being placed in your hand.

“Fine, go check the projector room, the technicionist should be up there already. I called him a while ago, make sure he fixes the lights.” You nodded even though you were sure he couldn’t see you.

The key was held tightly in your hand as you made your way towards the door that stood at the end of the hallway. The projection room was located upstairs on the third level and you could only hope you wouldn’t get lost as you didn’t exactly have the place memorized, you spent most of your shifts as a cashier. You weren’t really the type to explore but maybe you should have given that a second thought because right now all you were hoping was to suddenly gain a mental GPS that guided you through this darkness.

---

As you had suspected, you did end up getting lost. You didn’t know where exactly you had gone wrong, you had successfully made it through the room that had led you up a set of stairs but as for where exactly you were now? You had no idea. The corridor was smaller up here and there was obviously no theatre rooms so all you were passing by was empty walls that looked like they needed some extreme renovating. The air was colder up here and there was a certain smell. A musty order that clearly indicated a lack of ventilation. No matter how much you walked down these hallways, you couldn’t find the damn door of the projector room. You were met with only tiny storage closests and even tinier restrooms that reeked.

You didn’t even know how long you had been up here, when you were reaching to find your phone in your pocket a while ago you couldn’t find it. You hadn’t remembered leaving it anywhere but by how frantic this entire night had been you didn’t doubt you might have simply forgot.

You turned a corner and continued to point your flashlight down the hall but something on the walls ahead of you caught your eye, your steps slowed as you came to stand in front of what you had been eyeing from a few feet away. Old newspaper articles hung from the walls, the black and white images stared back at you and you tilted your head at the familiar face on them. It was him.

Kim Taehyung.

Why did they have these here? Was this place some sort of secret fanclub area? You almost laughed at the thought.

You read the old texts, they displayed his name and the title ‘Phantom’ beside him. They seemed to be images of him from the movie, the scenes were all different and there were many graphic images. A lot of them were of his victims you assumed, the women spread out before him as a threatening smile was plastered on his face, his fingers gripping the neck of one of his victim’s in particular stood out to you. He seemed almost pained in the image. Your eyes trailed over the old articles and your eyes widened when you read over some of the headlines.

“Serial killer the ‘Phantom’ still remains unidentified”

Your gaze fell lower to the other titles on the articles.

“Copycat killer “Phantom” on the loose”

“Authorities unable to find any traces of the killer.”

It all seemed rather normal, these seemed to be articles from when they still had not caught the infamous actor but as your eyes explored the paper more, you noticed the published dates printed on them on the right corner.

OCTOBER 26, 1941

NOVEMEBER 2, 1953

MARCH 16, 1960

That couldn’t be? You stared at the dates, trying to see if you were reading it correctly.

Kim Taehyung committed suicide in 1931, and the authorities had identified him as the killer shortly after his death that same year.

These newspaper articles didn’t make any sense.

As you reached out to grip the old articles, you notice how flimsy that area of the wall was. You knitted your eyebrows as you pushed against it and jumped back as it cracked open, revealig nothing but a pitch black abyss.

You glanced behind you before you took a step forward, waving your hand inside. You couldn’t feel anything so it definitely had to be some sort of passageway?

You took another step forward and that was your first mistake, you lost balance because there was no solid ground to step on. Your body went flying inside the space and you were sliding down what seemed to be a tunnel. You let out a scream of terror as your body uncontrollbly continued to hit against metal at each side of you, your body swaying from side to side harshly.

It seemd to be never ending. You felt like you had been falling forever.

Your screams ceased as your body landed on wooden floors. Your back was harshly pressed against the ground and you let out a panicked cry, your body flinching up. You had lost your flashlight in the midst of that chaos and you cursed as you took a look around the room, it wasn’t as dark as the corridor you had been wondering in moments ago but it wasn’t exactly greatly illuminated either. It seemed empty.

“You took quite the fall, sweetheart.” A deep voice spoke behind you.

You let out a gasp as you crawled forward in attempt to get as far away from whoever it was. What kind of creep was lurking in this place?Your hands came in front of you, attempting to steady yourself as you lifted yourself off the ground.

You lift your head up, your breathing hitched as you took sight of the man ahead of you. His features took a second to register fully in your brain. The black locks of hair tickled his neck, his sculpted features were almost too perfect to look real. He had an ancient type of beauty to him, one that would always be considered ethereal no matter how much time went on, no matter how much the beauty standards would change. It was face you had become quite too familiar seeing tonight.

It was him.

It was impossible.

“Love bites suit you” He smirked, his dark brown eyes settling on your neck as he tilted his head. He was wearing a plaid suit, one that resembled a deep sapphire blue. A white ruffled collared shirt poking out from underneath, the design hugged his neckline in such an elegant way. A black cloak covered his figure which made him appear far more intimidating than he probably actually was.Gemstone rings covered his long fingers and you watched as he took precise slow steps forward.

“There’s no way..” You whisper, beggining to shake your head rapidly. Had your hit your head on the way down? Was your body laying unconscious somewhere and this was just simply a bizarre dream? It had to be. There was no other possible explaination.

“You’re dead.” You state incridously and watch his lips twitch. “ You’ve been dead.”

His eyebrows dip, wrinkling together as he seems to contemplate your words and nods slowly.

“Perhaps in your reality that may be true.”

What?

You took a look around you and look down at yourself, you were no longer wearing your uniform but a loosely fit dress, the material was straight and came down to reveal your upper calves. It took you a good second to recognize the specific attire, a flapper dress. You felt your body tremble as your eyes landed on the heels you were wearing.

“This has to be dream.” You say, shutting your eyes as you tried to imagine yourself waking up. You hear him let out a scoff at your actions.

“Now, sweetheart.” He tsked, sighing as he lifted up a finger to his lip in consideration. “ Don’t be ridiclous, would I have been able to do that to your little friend if it was simply a dream?”

You didn’t know what on earth he was reffering to but you felt your blood run cold when you saw him motion behind you with a nod, lifting his eyebrows up. Time seemed to be moving excruciatingly slow, your body refused to move and take a look behind you. You felt it. That feeling of dread settling inside of you. You didn’t know how or why but you knew.

You swallowed, turning your neck slowly.

The sight brought an immediate wave of nausea over you.

It was your cowker, dressed in the identical clothing that you were wearing was seated in front of you. Her hands were tied up by two seperate ropes that were coming down from the cieling,this caused her wrists to lift up as if she was a puppet. Her legs were spread out and her head was tilited upwards, displaying her slit throat. Blood , so much blood. It covered her white dress entirely, dripping down her explosed legs and onto the wooden floors. Her eyes were wide open, empty gaze staring straight ahead.

“Oh my god, “ You whisper in complete horror, feeling your entire body stiffen in shock. You couldn’t accept the sight of Jihyo’s lifeless body in front of you. You had just seen her a while ago. The more you stared at her , the more the sickening reality sinked in and you could feel your legs tremble, threatning to give out on you.

“Jihyo..” You begin to sob as you take a step backwards.

“She was divine I’ll admit but she wasn’t the one.” You hear the man behind you say cruelly.

You swallow the lump in your throat as your teary gaze meets his. His eyes bore into yours , an intense glint in them as he slowly took in your figure.

“But maybe you are.”

You shake your head at what he was implying, your body turns and you begin walking backwards, creating as much space as possibly could between the man, the killer in front of you. He seemed amused by your cautious and terrified state.

“Sweetheart, why walk when you can run?” He taunted as the smirk was replaced with a much deadlier look in his eyes, he raised a single dark eyebrow as he stalked forward.

Your stomach dropped.

He was challenging you. He wanted a chase.

You force your legs to move as you practically throw your body forwards and start running through the empty space. Your heels clicked against the floors, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you tried to find an exit. You didn’t even know where you were or what this place was but you convinced yourself there had to be a way out.

You could hear him behind you, he was moving slow. Too slow.

As if he was taking his time.

“Please stop it! Leave me alone!” You scream as you continue to search for a door, an opening , anything that would get you out of here.

“Now why would I do that? You’re far too lovely for me to let you go.” His voice echoed throughout the room.

“You could be my one true love, who knows? Perhaps you won’t face the same fate as my past lovers...” It suprised you to hear that he sounded hurt by that statement. As if he was regretful of what he was admitting to.

“They never loved me as much as I loved them.” No, he sounded angry now. Your were out of breath already, your chest hurt as you started to feel around the walls around you, praying to find some sort of secret passageway like the one you had been so unlucky to stumble on moments ago.

“No, no.” You cry as you push against the walls but there was nothing.

“Is this what you’re looking for, sweetheart?” You pause your movements, taking a look behind you. You see him stand there a few feet away.

A door was behind him, the luxurious antique design was wide open and you were so sure it had not been there just a second ago. You could see the night sky greeting you from here, the chilly air hitting your face. You glance towards him, watching as he steps to the side, motioning you to cross him and leave.

“You’re going to kill me,” You whimper out, shaking your head and refusing his proposal.

It was a trick.

He looked insulted by your words, pouting at you. His beautiful face was terrifying, the glare of the moonlight shining against his tanned skin.

“I won’t.” He assured you, his voice was so smooth, So inviting and reassuring. You couldn’t believe a man like this had just finished slitting your coworkers throat.

“Not yet,” He clarifies, looking outside. “If you can escape me tonight then you might just be worth my entire attention and devotion.”

You stare at him, looking for any signs of decption on his face. But he seemed completely serious. His eyes watched you, waiting for you to move.

Was this all just a game to him?

“Why?” You question, inching forwards towards the door.

His lips tilt upwards at your slight movement, a grin forming on his lips.

“I want my lover to show me their dedication.”

He was demented.

But you weren’t going to stick around any longer and wait for him to grow impatient and decide to murder you in this moment. You didn’t think twice before you broke out into a sprint, running directly past him and out the door. The air felt like it was burning your skin, the clothing you wore did little to provide any warmth and you shivered as you ran down the unfaimilar streets that surrounded.

Where the hell were you?

You past a couple of vehicles and you almost got a whiplash when you realized they were Victoria Cadillacs. The vintage designs threw you off even more when you realized that every street around you were filled with the exact same type of cars. That’s when you also realized the buildings around you, you didn’t recognize them at all. These didn’t exist , they couldn’t have. You had never seen them before in your enite life living in this town.

You almost tripped when you took a glance behind you and realized Kim Taehyung was right on your tracks. His figure towered over you, his movements were smooth and precise, you couldn’t even hear his footsteps. He moved like a ghost.

Like a Phantom.

You let out a scream as you quicked your pace, trying to find someone on these empty streets.

Where was everyone?

“Help me! Please someone!” You yell out, turning down a street and crossing the road , your legs were close to giving out, you could feel the exhaustion taking over but you couldn’t let yourself stop.

You hear him chuckle behind you but when you turn your head again, there was nobody there.

“You might just be my favorite, sweetheart. The others gave up far too quickly but you seem to be the stubborn type.”

Where was his voice coming from? You didn’t see him anywhere.

You felt complete horror take over you, the tears continued to run down your face nonstop and you struggled to maintain your steady pace.

You were in an actual horror film.

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The credits started rolling on the large screen and everyone slowly started to get up, carrying their half empty buckets of popcorn and coca cola slushies. They murmed against each other, making their way down the steps and exiting the theatre room. Dozens of others followed from the other neighboring theatre rooms, the long corridors of the movie theatre becoming packed in a matter of seconds as people shuffled their ways to the escaltors.

“You know, I swear I don’t remember it ending like that.” A young girl murmed to her group of friends as she sipped on the last of her soda before throwing it beside a nearby trash bin.

“I know and that last girl he killed? I don’t remember that part from last time I watched it.” The guy replied in deep thought.

“I’m telling you it never ended in a cliff hanger, people swore it didn’t.” The second girl announced, completely convinced as she stared at her group of friends but the guy beside her rolled his eyes.

“Yulhee, stop with the damn conspiracy theories already.” He exasparated but the girl continued her relentless rant.

The worker overhearing their conversation lifted up his tired gaze as he waited for everyone to patiently exist the theatre room, a broom in his hand as he plugged in his earphones. It had been a long night and he couldn’t wait for his shift to finally end.

“Hope everyone enjoyed the movie.”

#taehyung yandere #taehyung au #taehyung horror #taehyung imagine #yandere!taehyung #bts yandere #yandere taehyung #tae #yandere tae #kim taehyung #bts halloween au #taehyung halloween #bts x reader #bts x yandere #yandere bts #taehyung halloween au

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BTS Fic Recs: February 2022

Little Wolf by @hoebii | KSJ | Summary: y/n always hoped her prince charming would come to rescue her from the eternal hell she lived in but he never did. Tired of waiting, she decides to be her own savior and while doing so, she meets the big bad wolf everyone feared. Will she get her fairytale ending after all? Tags: Fairytale!au, Little Red Riding Hood!au, Cinderella!au, Angst, Fluff, Werewolf!au

The Art of War More by @kpopfanfictrash | JJK | Summary: Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team – led by the insufferable Jungkook – kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy – you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly… not? Tags: Enemies to Lovers, College!au

The Art of the Rom-Com by @gukyi | JJK | Summary: FILM395, the art of the rom-com, was supposed to be an easy a with one of your favorite professors, but it’s not. it’s actually a sisyphean torture that comes in the form of fellow film student jeon jungkook, who has no problem responding to every one of your discussion posts about the consumerist ideals underlying every romance movie with his own paragraphs on the beauty of love like the hopeless romantic he is. and when the two of you find yourselves partnered up for your final project, which is to create a short film on rom-coms, jungkook decides to take it upon himself to show you what love is really like. Tags: Film Major!au, Enemies to Lovers, College!au, Fluff, Slight Angst

Cream and Suga by @snackhobi | MYG | Summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same. and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing. Tags: Barista!au, Coffee Shop!au, Fluff, Bit of Smut

Frost Impressions by @fortunexkookie |JJK| Summary: Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade. Tags: Teacher!au, Gamer!au, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Pining, Bit of Angst

The Newscasters by @jimlingss | KSJ | Summary: When Local and Celebrity news has to fight head on, who knows who will win. All you do know is that Kim Seokjin, the arrogant bastard that he is, might give you a hernia before your job does. Tags: Fluff, Smut, Anchors!au, Enemies to Lovers

Stole by @silhouetted-beauty | JJK | Summary: Not provided by author Tags: Angst, Smut, Criminal!au, Forbidden Romance

Consequences by @cupofteaguk | KTH | Summary: according to Hogwarts tradition, the Head Girl is meant to serve as a role model of academic achievement, outstanding reputation, and having a honest, good, and hard-working personality. you have no trouble with that; however, you’re not too sure if (regularly) sleeping around with star Quidditch player Kim Taehyung is part of the rules.Tags: Hogwarts!au, Friends with Benefits!au

The Alchemy of Amor by @army-author | JJK | Summary: jungkook is the arrogant son of the duke. you’re a humble alchemist just trying to make a living. unfortunately for you, jungkook seems to have taken a strange interest in you. when a dangerous wager involving a love potion spirals out of control, you find yourself flung into the deep end of emotion, and it becomes difficult to decipher genuine attraction from magical aftereffect… Tags: Fluff, Fantasy!au, Enemies to Lovers

Cheer by @btssaysstudy | JJK | Summary: You felt that your cheer team was under-appreciated by certain people — specifically the rugby team that your cheer team supports during their matches. How is it that their star player, Jeon Jungkook, manages to find his way into your life despite having a bad impression of the rugby players? Tags: Fluff, Cheerleader!au, Athlete!au, College!au

Warm this Winter by @jamaisjoons | KSJ | Summary: spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand you’d used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who you’d fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas. Tags: Vacation!au, Christmas!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

It's You All Along by @lavienjin | KTH | Summary: you've been plagued by visions about your soulmate since as long as you can remember. could this be the year where you finally meet him? Tags: Soulmate!au, Fluff, Smut

White Lies by @noteguk | JJK | Summary: in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. Tags: Smut, Fluff, Fake Dating!au, College!au, Athlete!au

The Love Bug by @jungkxook | JJK | Summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you Tags: Spiderman!au, Fluff, Smut

Sweeter than Sugar by @jungkxook | JJK | Summary: when infamous playboy jeon jungkook comes to you with a proposition that you know you should say no to, you can’t. because all you really know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before Tags: CEO!au, Sugar Daddy!au, Fluff, Smut

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Like I'm Famous by @softyoongiionly | JJK | Summary: It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to… Tags: Idol!au, Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Written in the Stars by @jcwriting | JJK | Summary: being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkook’s soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. there’s only one teensy tiny problem. he doesn’t want to fuck you. Tags: Werewolf!au, Soulmate!au, Fluff, Angst, Hurt\Comfort

The Habits of a Broken Heart by @softykooky | JJK | Summary: jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. Tags: Soulmates!au, Art Student!au, English Student!au, Angst, Fluff, Unrequited Love

To Hold a Dragon's Heart by @softlyjiminie | KTH | Summary: two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge, never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever? Tags: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Forbidden Romance, Dragon Shifter! au, Royalty!au, Enemies to Lovers

Workaholic by @hobiwonder | MYG | Summary: Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. You were only trying to escape a crazed man chasing you down on a stormy night. Never was your intention to end up in an attractive man’s house. Definitely not one who thought you were a hooker. Tags: Smut, PWP

I Hate You, I Love You by @borathae | KTH | Summary: You are marrying Kim Taehyung, heir to Kim Enterprises, one of South Korea’s hottest bachelors and a total pain in the ass. You do not want to marry him and neither does he want to marry you. But in families likes yours’, marriage does not come with love Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage!au, CEO!au, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Do You Want Me (Dead?) by @gukyi | JJK | Summary: jeon jungkook, quidditch extraordinaire and overall pain in your ass, is the one problem you can’t seem to solve, even with years of being the school’s advice columnist under your belt. that is, until you begin to receive letters from someone under the alias of bambi, requesting help with confessing to a crush, and suddenly, your relationship with jeon jungkook takes a turn for… the worst? Tags: Hogwarts!au, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff

Boats Against the Currents by @gukyi | PJM | Summary: park jimin thinks his life is all well and good, that is, until he finds out that if he wants to play quidditch for his last year at hogwarts, he needs to pass a presentation in muggle studies. and, just like the novel he needs to research, he realizes that maybe his life would be easygoing and simple, if only he didn’t fall in love along the way. Tags: Hogwarts!au, Fluff, Angst

Love, Guaranteed by @gukyi | KTH | Summary: with the celestial ball quickly approaching, kim taehyung is horrified to find out that you, his best friend, are dateless. to remedy this, he initiates The Match Project, a matchmaking service designed to find the most optimal date. to you, it’s an opportunity to meet someone else so you can stop pining after your clueless best friend. to him, it’s an opportunity to finally, once and for all, tell you how he feels. Tags: Hogwarts!au, Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Boseong Breakfast by @honeymoonjin | MYG | Summary: it may be misfortune that brings you to min yoongi’s door looking for a place to stay, but luckily holly lodge has a vacancy. Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chemistry Partners by @tayegi | MYG | Summary: Not Provided by Author Tags: Bad Boy!au, Smut

Petal to the Metal by @luxekook | JJK | Summary: every sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. as the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. at least, those were your reasons in the beginning. but, now? now, you returned just for the handsome jewelry-maker whose booth was next to yours. Tags: Jeweller!au, Florist!au, Fluff

Tangled Thoughts by @mimikookie | JJK | Summary: It wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. You tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. After being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, Jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. Was it too late to come clean? Tags: Spiderman!au, Exes!au, Angst

Little Do You Know by @yoonia | MYG | Summary: With love, comes challenge. Especially when you are in love with the one man who is at the top of the world while keeping you on the other end. Tags: Music Producer!au, Established Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Smut

From Home by @gyukult | JJK | Summary: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? Tags: Rich Kid!au, Baker!au, Fake Dating!au, Fluff, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Smut

I Heard a Rumor by @taeshobipop | JJK | Summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows. Tags: Fluff, Smut, College!au, Pining, Friends to Lovers

Second First Meeting by @taleasnewastime | KSJ | Summary: Four months. You’ve been speaking to, falling slowly in love with, and seemingly getting made a fool of by a man you matched with online for four months. There’s always an excuse why he can’t meet you, always some convenient reason why he can’t make something. But it’s valentines and he’s booked a fancy meal and that’s him, sat at a table, finally ready to meet you. Only it might look like the guy you know but it’s not the person you’ve been speaking to, no, this guy has no idea who you are. Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Stood Up by @parkdatjimin | MYG | Summary: Three years after dumping your toxic boyfriend, you decide it’s finally time to try the dating scene again. What you don’t expect is for a handsome and confident CEO to come to your rescue after being stood up Tags: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Pining, CEO!au

Stained Glass by @buzzyybee | MYG | Summary: Paired up to work on what’s soon to become the world’s most sought after museum, how are you and your arch nemesis going to learn to cope. Years of rivalry doesn’t just fade overnight, maybe rivalry turns into something else? And are feelings the only thing keeping things together? Or will they be the main factor in prying you two apart? Tags: Architect!au, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover | JJK | Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him. Tags: Exes!au, Parents!au, Baseball!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

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HELLO YOU JUST WROTE ME AN AMAZING DRABBLE FOR MY ANGST PROMPT BUT I AM GREEDY GUTS AND AM BACK FOR MORE

PLZ DO you're the first person to ever ask AND I just feel stupid, okay? IN SOME KIND OF NAMJOON FLUFFY MUTUAL CRUSH SHIT 😚

(hello again miss rose i am so glad you're back~ this one kind of got away from me but i loved writing it so i hope u love reading it!! ♡)

"you're the first person to ever ask" / "i just feel stupid, okay?"

pairing: namjoon x reader

wc: 4k (what's a drabble never heard of it)

warnings: swearing, alcohol usage, mentions of sexual situations & content (nothing explicit in this fic but minors please dni regardless), side sope bc it's me and rose, i didn't edit this bc i'm lazy, ??? this is just a best friends who are idiots 2 lovers fic idk what else to say.

send me drabble requests!

“This is so weird.”

Namjoon looks over at you, his cheeks bulging like a hamster around a buttered dinner roll. Yoongi hadn’t been thrilled with their existence. He’d stressed the importance of serving authentic Korean food, said his grandparents would throw a fit if not, but that’d thrown the resort into chaos, so Hoseok had to step in, smooth out the wrinkles, tell them the five-star menu looked great, thank you so much—

“What is?”

“That,” you say. At the end of your pointer finger are Yoongi and Hoseok, heads knocked together as they speak in a code only they understand. Hoseok’s laughter rings out, prompting a gummy smile from Yoongi. Beside you, Namjoon sighs—a breathy, lovestruck sort of sound. “I can’t believe they’re married.”

Namjoon mirrors Yoongi’s smile. Looks at his two best friends like they hung the stars in the sky. Like they’re relationship goals, or whatever the kids are saying nowadays. “They’re perfect together.”

A choked sort of sound escapes you, prompting a sharp glare from Namjoon. “Don’t look at me like that,” you scold him, handing over another roll on a tiny, fancy dish.

Taehyung frowns, reaching for it back. “Hey! I was gonna—”

“No, you weren’t.” You slide it closer to Namjoon, not wanting to risk another lecture on your romance-based cynicism. Over the years you’ve heard them all, and the thought of enduring another—especially at Yoongi and Hoseok’s fucking wedding—nearly has you retching in your seat.

Because—okay, you can see where Namjoon’s coming from. Where he’s all flowers on the first date and proper courting methods and you don’t have to let me know you got home safe because I’m going to walk you there myself, you’re more… well, none of that. Dating app hookups, horror stories told over brunch about the guy you’d taken home from the bar who didn’t even bother to go down on you before trying to stick it in, months-long situationships that are more like a flashbang than any kind of real relationship.

Namjoon says you’ll have more luck if you’re more receptive. You say he needs to stop taking dating advice from Disney movies.

You sigh. Yoongi and Hoseok are cute. They spark a little bit of hope in your chest, a little bit of longing, but you swallow it down along with the rest of your drink. Something fruity and disgusting Jimin had handed you, claiming Taehyung didn’t want it because all the sugar would give him a migraine. Something definitely not strong enough if you have any hopes of lasting until the first dance.

“I’m going to the bar,” you announce. “Anyone want anything?”

Jimin and Taehyung immediately pipe up with their orders. Seokjin and Jeongguk don’t pay you any attention at all, too busy ripping off pieces of bread and rolling them into tiny balls, trying to toss them into each other’s mouths from across the table. Namjoon watches them, jaw slack with horror, and immediately announces he’s coming with you.

You immediately forget what you’re supposed to order the kids so you just order two more fruity things and something strong for yourself. Something from the top shelf that’ll burn as it goes down. Namjoon orders something boring your grandfather would drink and looks very pleased as he mixes it around with a little cocktail straw, ice clanking against the glass as it’s twirled around.

It’s at this exact moment that you realize, not for the first time, how attractive he is. How devastating his dimpled cheeks are—all the time, but especially when he smiles. How golden his skin looks under the amber lighting of this fancy hotel ballroom. How his eyes seem to twinkle when he looks at his two best friends so overwhelmed by love and happiness and the pure joy that accompanies a lifelong promise to love someone forever.

And this—this simply will not do, so you order another drink. Something stronger than the last one, which had been infinitely stronger than the first.

Namjoon doesn’t notice, too busy pointing out people you’d supposedly gone to school with that you wouldn’t be able to name with a gun to your head. He smiles at each one, whispering their names to you before they approach to say hello and you’re put in an awkward situation. But Namjoon’s just like that. Remembers all these little details about everyone—not because he has some crazy strong memory, but because he genuinely cares enough to learn.

It’s horribly endearing.

It makes your stomach hurt.

Because this is not the first time you’ve looked at Kim Namjoon and felt the world tilt. Sometimes you look at Kim Namjoon and you’re overcome with such fondness it feels like it’ll come spilling out of your ears. Sometimes you look at Kim Namjoon and you start to believe all those ridiculous poems he makes you read about destiny and love and soulmates. But sometimes you look at Kim Namjoon and you want to cry, because Kim Namjoon doesn’t look at you the same way.

Time for another drink.

Four turns into five turns into too many. By the time you return to your table, everyone else is gone, taking up space on the dance floor or mingling at other tables like socially well-adjusted adults do. Yoongi and Hoseok are making rounds of their own in between making heart eyes at each other and stealing little kisses that make everyone coo. Which is fine. You’re beyond buzzed, well on your way to full-on wasted, and seeing Yoongi and Hoseok kiss doesn’t fill you with existential dread the way it normally does.

Namjoon would be proud, you think. Maybe the secret to being more receptive to love had been at the bottom of a bottle the entire time.

A displeased scoff pulls you back into the moment. Namjoon’s beside you again, frowning at the empty bread basket. “I’m going to murder Jeongguk and Seokjin.”

“Why?” you ask, despite thinking it’s not a bad idea regardless of the reason.

Namjoon tilts the basket in your direction. “I’m fucking starving and there’s only little bread balls left.” Pure agony flashes across his face. “I’m fucking wasted, too. Drank too much on an empty stomach. Hey, did you know—”

As if by divine intervention, your stomach growls, too. “Yeah,” you say, cutting off whatever fun fact Namjoon was about to share with you. Probably something gross about ruminants and camelids. “Shit, I’m hungry, too. When’s dinner supposed to be?”

“No clue. Some fancy place like this, though? Probably late. Hobi said something about springing for the extended cocktail hour.”

You frown. “Not one person in a weird bow tie has offered me a bacon-wrapped scallop on a skewer or a tiny quiche. I feel ripped off.”

“I’m way too drunk to eat a quiche right now. I’d probably throw up.”

A snort escapes you. “Good, because there aren’t any.” You sigh, then, a wistful look on your face as you recall all the nights in university that you and Namjoon had gone to parties. Got too drunk and had to stumble back to your dorms, stopping every so often so he could groan and throw up in some poor bastard’s shrubbery. Sometimes you’d drink a lot but not too much and stumble into a McDonald’s instead, order way too much food, and eat it on a curb in the parking lot.

“Oh my god.” You moan in a way that’s not appropriate for a wedding reception. Namjoon chokes on a bread ball. “You know what I just thought about?”

“McDonald’s? Because that’s what I’m thinking about.”

Chicken nuggets dance at the edge of your vision. Greasy, soggy fries call to you like a siren song. You can feel the burn of that demonic Sprite in the hinges of your jaw, your lips puckering in anticipation. “Yeah,” you reply, tone a little dazed. “Fuck, I’m so fucking hungry.”

Namjoon looks around the room. Takes note of where everyone is, what they’re doing, how long it’ll take before they’re done doing it. “We couldn’t,” he says, but the wistful look in his eyes gives him away. “We shouldn’t.” A pause. “We shouldn’t?”

No, you probably shouldn’t. “No, we probably shouldn’t,” you agree, “but I know from experience we can bribe Taehyung to cover for us if we bring him back a McFlurry. And, really, if you think about it, Yoongi and Hobi can’t even be mad because who lets their wedding guests starve.”

Namjoon clicks his tongue. “That’s a good point.”

“You say that as if I don’t always have good points,” you quip, almost offended at the insinuation.

“You don’t.”

It’s full-blown offense, now. “Excuse you. What the hell does that mean?”

Namjoon looks ready to fight to the death over this, a PowerPoint presentation full of bulleted lists practically shining behind those eyes of his, but then his stomach rumbles embarrassingly loud and he flushes. “Do you wanna…?”

Those goddamn chicken nuggets are calling to you again. “Yeah,” you decide, no hesitation as you stand and hold your hand out to him. Well, you try to stand. All those drinks you’d thrown back are hitting you at once and you teeter a little on your feet, your hand missing Namjoon’s the first four times he tries to grab it. “Let’s go,” you say once there’s finally contact. Namjoon’s hand is warm, steadying.

You pluck a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter, unable to cope.

For some reason, Namjoon does the same.

***

“I always told you I’d take you to dinner in Paris.”

You snort, choking on a piece of chicken nugget. The replica Eiffel Tower gleams behind you as you both sit on the sidewalk, too drunk to care about ruining your expensive clothes. “Not once have you ever said that.”

Namjoon frowns, looking far too serious for a discussion like this. “I definitely have.” Looking over at him, you shake your head as you fight off a smile. Namjoon has never told you he’d take you to dinner in Paris. That’s not something you’d forget. “Well, I’ve definitely thought about it, then.”

“I don’t think that counts,” you say, shoving a handful of fries in your mouth. Your lips are greasy when you smack them together, the salt making them burn a little. “What good does it do me if you just think about it and never do it.”

The words seem to strike a chord with him. He looks over at you, gaze sharp and stone cold sober. Not like he’s seeing you for the first time, but—there’s definitely something there. Something new.

You think he might say something. Feels like the time and place for a confession. Namjoon’s definitely antsy like he’s talking himself up to deliver one, but he just snaps his jaw shut each time he opens it. Shoves more food in his mouth each time you think he might finally do it. Then he’s reaching into his coat pocket to pull out two tiny bottles of liquor he’d nicked from the mini bar in his hotel room.

He offers you one and you take it, unable to wipe the disappointment off your face.

***

The inside of your mouth tastes like battery acid.

Not to mention the throbbing in your skull, the way your entire body protests as soon as you open your eyes to golden sunlight. Your brain seems to be protesting most of all, seemingly taking the day off from recalling everything that happened once you and Namjoon had left the reception the night before. Fast food seems to have been involved, judging from the way your stomach roils, but there’s only a Windows shutdown screen beyond that.

“Wow, I feel like shit.”

You startle, barely resisting the urge to scream. Whether it’s out of fear or the overwhelming sense of disappointment that you’d taken someone back to your room that was almost certainly subpar, you’re not sure. You’re far too hungover to deal with the awkward this was great, but I have places to be talk.

But that voice—you’d know that voice anywhere, and that overwhelming sense of disappointment turns into an overwhelming sense of dread. Having sex with Namjoon has always been at the very top of your list of No Good, Very Bad Ideas. A logistical nightmare, if you’re being honest and completely putting aside the two billion daydreams you’ve had about how it’d feel to get railed by your best friend. Not to mention you’d done it drunk, because now you know how it feels to get railed by your best friend and you can’t even remember.

You swallow, trying desperately to keep the nausea at bay. You’re never eating McDonald’s again. “Um. Did—did we…?”

Namjoon’s silent only as long as it takes for him to take stock of the situation. The gears are clearly whirring in that giant brain of his, and if you didn’t feel like your entire world was falling apart, you’d spare a moment to appreciate how fucking hot he looks when he’s thinking. “I don’t—” He takes a peek beneath the duvet and immediately looks less green. “Well, I’m still wearing my suit pants, so I don’t—I don’t think we did.”

“Oh.” You take a peek, too. “I'm still in my dress.”

Namjoon nods. “That’s… that’s good, right?”

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Do you remember anything after we left the reception?”

You stay planted on your back, refusing to meet his eye. The ceiling is nice. A great ceiling. Has probably seen lots of debauchery. “I vaguely recall choking on a chicken nugget.”

“Okay. That’s—it’s a start.”

“Yeah. Do you?” Namjoon shakes his head. “Okay. Well, I guess—maybe we just ate McDonald’s and went back to the reception?”

Namjoon nods again, but it’s very weak and not at all convincing. “Yeah, maybe. Hey—maybe we can try, uh, checking our phones? We promised Tae a McFlurry. He definitely would’ve thrown a fit if we forgot.”

“Good point.”

You can see Namjoon smile in your peripheral vision. “You say that as if I don’t always have good points,” he teases gently, parroting your words from the night before.

Despite the clusterfuck in which you’ve found yourselves, you smile, too.

And it’s immediately wiped off your face once you grab your phone and take a look at your lock screen.

Because there, set as your wallpaper, right below the time and the onslaught of text messages asking where you were, is a picture of you and Namjoon, clearly taken the night before.

Because you’re in your dress—the expensive one Jimin has insisted on, and thank god he did because you look incredible—and Namjoon’s in his suit.

Because there’s a man you’ve never seen before standing in between you, smiling at you both.

Because he’s dressed like Elvis.

Because you and Namjoon are kissing, each of you holding up one side of a sign that says JUST MARRIED!

“Oh no,” Namjoon wails. “Oh no, oh fuck, please no—”

You want to say something, maybe give him some kind of reassurance or comfort, but you can’t stop staring. Your life is in shambles and all you can think about is how good you look together. How it must’ve felt to finally kiss him, if those plush lips felt as good as you’ve concluded they must.

Namjoon holds his left hand in front of him. It’s shaking horribly, but not badly enough to obscure the thin gold band on his ring finger. “Please tell me we didn’t…” He takes in a deep breath, tries not to hyperventilate. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.”

He reaches for your hand, then. Finds it beneath the comforter and holds it up, face crumpling immediately as he sees a matching ring on your finger.

And it’s not really the point, all things considered, but Namjoon’s reaction makes you want to cry. Of course he doesn’t want to be married to you, but the obvious and enthusiastic rejection still stings. You’re not sure what other response you expected, but this one’s about as bad as it can get.

You roll onto your side. Pretend to be rifling through your things so Namjoon doesn’t see the swell of tears on your lash line. “I, um. I’m sure it wo-won’t be hard to get it annulled.” You thumb away the wetness beneath your eyes. “I’m sure there’s a million places. We’re—we’re not the first people to get drunk and wake up married, you know?”

Namjoon hears the thickness in your voice. There’s no way he doesn’t, because you can hear it too and it’s impossible to hide. And he just sighs, places his hand cautiously on the swell of your hip. “I’m sorry,” he says, and you’re not sure he’s ever sounded so small. “I shouldn’t have…” He trails off, clearly unsure what he’s apologizing for.

“Yeah. It’s—it’s fine. Maybe we should just… take some time. Come up with a plan. We can reconvene in a few hours once we’re thinking more clearly.”

Namjoon just nods. He doesn’t say another word as you gather your things and slink down the hall to your own room.

***

“You did WHAT?”

Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose and tell yourself not to cry. You’d done enough of that in the shower. Over all four cups of coffee, too. “Don’t—please don’t yell at me.”

“Why not?” Hoseok huffs on the other end of the phone. You can hear Yoongi asking stupid questions in the background.

“Because,” you argue weakly. “I—I just feel stupid, okay? You know I’ve had feelings for Namjoon forever, and maybe something could’ve come from that, once upon a time, but we just fucked up so bad there’s no coming back from it.” A shaky exhale.“He’s probably never going to speak to me again, so not only do I have to mourn a relationship that never was and never will be, I’m also going to lose my best friend. And get a divorce. All before noon.”

Hoseok scoffs. “First of all, I’m your best friend, so that part is clearly untrue. And secondly, you’re not getting a divorce, you’re getting an annulment.”

Let no man say Jung Hoseok isn’t comforting.

“Wow, thanks a lot, Hobi. You’re a real pal.”

He clicks his tongue. “Wow yourself! You’re the one who called me in a panic the day after my wedding! I was blissfully getting railed by my husband—”

“Okay,” you sigh. “I get it. I’m sorry, I’ll let you go.”

“Hey, no, that’s—I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry. I just… didn’t expect this. I’m sorry.”

“You and me both.”

Hoseok’s tone is impossibly soft when he speaks again. “What are you gonna do?”

“What choice do we have? We’ll obviously get it annulled and pretend this never happened.”

He hesitates. “Yeah, I—I guess that’s the best idea, huh?”

Before you can answer, there’s a knock on the door. You bid Hoseok a quick goodbye before you move to answer it, feet dragging the entire way. You’re not surprised to see Namjoon, but that doesn’t stop your hands from shaking. Doesn’t mean the sight of him doesn’t take your breath away.

“Hi,” you say, trying to offer up a smile. “Come in.”

You’re not sure what to do with all your nervous energy so you perch on the edge of the bed, run your sweaty hands up and down your thighs. Namjoon doesn’t seem to be faring much better. Can’t seem to leave his hair alone. Can’t keep his eyes off the floor.

Finally he sighs, sits next to you on the bed. Not close enough to touch, but close enough for you to feel his body heat. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me, okay? And I mean honest-honest. There’s no wrong answer here.”

You gulp. “Er, okay.”

Namjoon gulps, too, Adam’s apple bobbing obviously in his throat. “Doyouhavefeelingsforme?”

You blink. “What.”

“Doyouhavefeelingsforme,” he repeats.

“Joonie, can you slow down? I can’t understand a fucking thing you’re saying.”

He whimpers. Takes a deep breath. “Do. You. Have. Feelings. For me.”

Oh. Well, this certainly feels like a question that has a right or wrong answer. Feels like a question that’ll decide the fate of the universe, one that has an impossible amount of consequences.

“Uh,” you respond eloquently.

Eyes still locked on the floor, Namjoon grabs your hand. You try to ignore the feeling of his wedding band against your skin. “Honest-honest, remember?”

Of course you remember, but how can you possibly put years of feelings into words? How can you justify being in love with your best friend for so long and never telling him despite there being no secrets between you? How can you tell the truth and be selfish enough to ask him to stay, to fix the mess the two of you have made? Because you can be honest, you can deal with the repercussions, but you can’t stomach losing your best friend.

But, if nothing else, you can at least give him what he’s asking for.

“Yes.”

Namjoon slumps. Releases a very fractured breath, and this is it, you think. This is the part where he lets you down with a kindness only Namjoon possesses. This is the part where he regrets to inform you he doesn’t feel the same and extends a half-assed offer to still be friends because he feels obligated to.

Instead, this is the part where he says, “Thank fuck,” and laughs at your dumbfounded expression. Then he moves in to kiss it off your face entirely, and yes, those plush, pillowy lips of his do feel just as good as you’ve imagined. Better, even.

The two of you kiss for what feels like hours. He kisses you slowly and with intent. Kisses you until you feel all the love you have for him returned tenfold. Kisses you until you’re dizzy and drunk on him. Kisses you until you’re laughing until you cry that the first time the two of you are kissing is as husband and wife. Kisses you until you don’t care about the consequences. Kisses you until he’s pulling away to say—

“Maybe it’s too soon to ask, but do you want to, maybe, like… stay married?”

And then you’re laughing again, tears staining your cheeks that Namjoon thumbs away even though he doesn’t get it. Doesn’t know why you’re laughing, if it’s at him or with him or at the situation.

“Sorry,” you giggle, “it’s just—you’re the first person to ever ask me that.”

Namjoon’s smile is large and infectious. Has his dimples displayed prominently. “Oh, really?” He presses another kiss to your temple. “So this isn’t a habit of yours, getting drunk at weddings and waking up married?”

You press your no into his mouth. “Just this once.”

“And what’s the verdict?” he asks, tone teasing but there’s vulnerability beneath it. “No wrong answer again. I know this is really backwards.”

You go quiet. “You’d want to stay married? You, Kim Namjoon, the most traditional man on the face of the earth?”

He scoffs. “I am not—”

“Mr. House in the Suburbs With a White Picket Fence?”

“Come on—”

“Mr. Two Kids and a Dog? Mr. Five-Hundred Wedding Guests? Mr. One True Love? Mr. Wifeguy—”

Namjoon groans. “I want a divorce.”

“It’s an annulment, not a divorce.”

“Then I want that, too.”

You shriek with laughter, rolling onto your side to face him. Namjoon is gorgeous all the time, but he’s most gorgeous when he’s happy. That pure, untainted happiness you see on him now. “Do you really?”

“No,” he answers, whisper-soft. “Do you?”

Maybe it’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever had, or maybe it’s the smartest, but you press another no into his mouth.

#jewel answers #jewel writes #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #i’m still working through the rest of the requests in my inbox!#they should all be done this week <3

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wherever you will go | jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: actor!oc, director!jungkook, smut, angst, humour.

Word count: 21k

Summary: Not much happens when you grow up by the coast. Tourists come and go, the theatre where you work shows the same shows over and over and there’s always sand and salt in the air. Your dreams of making it big in the city are exactly that: dreams. When your hopes of becoming an actress are shattered into a million pieces, you find yourself getting drawn to a captivating up-and-coming movie director by the name of Jeon Jungkook. With his bright eyes and charming smile, he seems determined to glue your pieces back together -- even if it means leaving Ocean City behind for good.

Warnings: themes of loss/grief, mentions of death of a parent, dom!jungkook, dom/sub themes, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, oral sex (f recieving).

Rating: Mature.

A/N: Hello loves! HAPPY JK DAY!! This fic is a lil celebration of our golden boy Jungkook so I hope you enjoy!! This whole fic is sickeningly fluffy and reads like a pretentious YA novel but ya girl wrote this while she was stuck in quarantine a few weeks ago and I debated not posting this bc I lowkey love it lowkey hate it so pleasedonthateme if it’s bad LOL. Also -- just incase you haven’t read the warnings already there is a running theme that deals with the loss of a parent (a topic very close to my heart, hence why this piece was especially healing to write.) so reader discretion is advised if that is triggering to you in any way shape or form!!!! P.P.S Largely unedited so pls bare with any mistakes!

Prelude.

You're late for your work shift, you note, as you catch sight of your watch face glaring up at you menacingly from the arm clutching the handle bars of your bike. As if your mood couldn't get any more miserable -- the dreary morning drizzle that falls from the sky and drips icily down the back of your nape was bad enough.

Goddamn, you groan to yourself as you will your feet to pedal ever faster. Now my hair is gonna be frizzy.

It's a Saturday and the theatre where you work always opens earlier at the weekends. You promised you'd be on time today, but yet here you are, speeding down the worn in sandy sidewalks of your seaside town a whole block away when you should've been opening up half an hour ago.

It's a habit of yours, being late. And as hard as you try, you just can't change a habit. But it can't be helped you suppose. Continuity is all you've ever known. That's the thing about living in a tiny seaside town. Things never change.

The view from your bedroom window has been the same for as long as you can remember — Ocean City — Aka, block after block of rainbow coloured houses with flaky paint leading up to the harbour where boats bob nonchalantly and fishermen reel in their catches beneath the gull filled sky. Beyond it the beach; greyish rolling waves and upturned pebbles nestled atop of hard sand in the winter and clear water and brightly coloured beach towels and brave surfers in the summer.

Nobody ever leaves, and the tourists that arrive in summer never stay. Life becomes a predictable practice, just each day lived out to the next in an endless cycle of never ending continuity. It's suffocating and endless and sometimes you feel like you're just a pawn on a giant chess board, destined to move one agonising square forward at a time, never diagonally. It's hard to change directions when you've been taught to stick to what you know.

You didn't always live here, in this town of continuity. You lived in the big city for a while, where no day was the same as another. But after your mother died you and your older brother were shipped off to live with your dad, who wouldn't know the definition of adapting if it hit him square in the face. He's always been the same square shouldered, balding dude in his forties who never wanted kids and never quite got over losing your mother to the big buck actor she ran off with when you were two.

So that's how you ended up here. Late for work at your job in the country's most prized vacation spot. And your boring reality.

You roll past the beach huts on the shoreline that alternate between vibrant pink and muted blue, barely paying attention to the boardwalk with its little boat house that stretches out into the horizon like a crooked finger. When it gets dark, you can spot the pier carnival lights flashing in the distance from here as they dance across the reflection of the pale white moon and play among the waves.

Even now, the yellow lights of the ornate street lamps that line the water's front shine like tiger's eyes against the sky just like they always have when you turn down the familiar route that takes you past the winding lanes of trinket shops and the happy hour bars and the carnival that feels strangely empty at such an early hour, not a single rollercoaster ride in operation.

Before long you're skidding to a stop outside of the The Crestmont, the old theatre where you work. It's everything you'd expect from a vintage cinema; pink and blue neon lights and a gold trimmed ticket booth out front with a three-sided marquee that extends from the front of the building like a brightly lit airport runway. You hurry beneath it, grateful for the protection it provides from the rain that has started to come down in lashes now, before heading over to the rack around the back of the building where you can chain your bike.

The Crestmont used to be somewhat of a hotspot back in the day or so your told, but these days it only shows cartoons at a discounted price for the neighbourhood kids and the occasional local production of some worn out musical everyone has seen a hundred times before. It's lost all it's magic, everyone says. But you disagree; you probably spend more time here than anyone, and there's magic in every inch of this place.

From the red velvet curtains to the grand chandelier, The Crestmont is one of a kind. Sometimes you disappear into the theatre by yourself for a while unbeknownst to your manager. You can almost taste the laughter and the tears and the love that has been spilled and shared unapologetically amongst these seats. Pure magic.

Your mom left a piece of herself here, too. If you close your eyes you can hear her laughter spilling out into the theatre, or her lilting singing voice filling every nook and cranny like a haunting siren. She was the Crestmont's star. Ocean City's sweetheart.

There's a wall of fame in the lobby. It's covered in portraits crested with gold frames, all filled with pictures of the Crestmont's greatest performers. You've spent hours there — (turns out it's the perfect hiding spot from your manager) — fingers tracing the plaques beneath each one, all inscribed with names that townsfolk whisper with dreamy looks in their eyes. Some are black and white, some colour, but all of them depict pretty faces with beaming smiles that never seem to fade.

Not even your mom's. Her smile is pearly and bright, right above the plaque with her birthdate. And her death date.

And right there at the end, an empty frame. Your frame. You can feel it. You already know how you'll pose for your picture. Hair over one shoulder, hand on hip, smile so convincing that it'll be like every happiness in your heart is written right across your forehead proudly, and you won't have to dull it any longer.

You finish hooking a chain around the handlebars of your bike, catching sight of your reflection in the darkened windows. Staring back at you is a girl dressed in a maroon v-neck with a preppy dicky bow tied around her collar. You frown. The white shirt itches and the high waisted pants make your crotch look weird but the uniform is compulsory. The only thing uglier is the sour expression on your face, which you try to smooth out with your thumb, experimenting with plastering a sickly smile to your face instead. It might be convincing if your lips didn't strain and your eyes weren't so prone to rolling without your permission.

You need to learn to hide your emotions, your father said. You have your feelings written across your face. Customers don't like that.

It's true; customer's didn't usually like you, your unforgiving face or when you spilled cola down their blouse or spat in their popcorn. One more complaint and you were on the path to being fired once and for all, and although in some ways you would be glad to say goodbye to the stupid slushie machine that always gets stuck and the ungrateful customers and the goddamn uniform, you can't loose this job.

Not when it's your ticket to making it big. Then customers will point to your picture as they pass and clutch their chest with a snide superiority, Oh! Can you believe she served me a cola once? I always knew she was gonna make it! instead of Would it kill you to smile a little, honey?

So you swallow a sigh and make your smile as convincing as possible and march inside of the ornate theatre doors of The Crestmont, hoping that today may be the day where things finally change for once.

Where it begins

"I'm going to work!" You call as you you pull a baseball cap down over your hair to cover it's unbrushed wildness. "I won't be back for a while so don't wait up, okay Taehyung?"

You pause with your hand on the door, listening carefully for a response; the small house you live in pulsates with the bass of some indie rock album your brother and his friends are obsessed with at the moment, and your eyes roll when you peer up the staircase and find Taehyung's bedroom door firmly closed like always.

With a shake of your head you scribble out a message on a sticky note — GONE 2 WORK. — and leave it for him to read when he eventually emerges from his man cave in search of sustenance and finds you gone.

You brush away the funny ache that nestles in your stomach. This is nothing new. You're used to not being heard. Your dad is always gone for trips you suspect involve more play than work, and your older brother pretends he's not broken by hanging around with the neighbourhood cool kids and barraging himself in his room for days on end. Despite living under one roof it feels as though you're miles apart, an invisible barrier separating you indefinitely.

You weren't always like this; distant, always stepping on eggshells around each other. You were a family once. A happy one. But since the accident there's been an absence in this house, and nothing has been the same since.

Still, you know that beneath Taehyung's standoffish persona, he's still your big brother. He worries about you. So you tack the note to the fridge and make your way outside.

The lawn is already brown despite it only being late May, and summer is shaping up to be hot and sticky, though you live two blocks away from the beach so the coolness of the ocean still thankfully pervades against your perspiring skin, the gulls already calling you with their high pitched squaks from down at the shoreline.

You've barely made it to the end of the drive before there's the sound of knuckles rapping against glass. You look up and your heart jumps into your mouth. Staring back at you is a pair of dark eyes from behind the upstairs windowpane. Even from this distance you can see how they shine, deep and dark like a cup of black coffee, and you'd recognise the annoyingly cute smirk that matches them anywhere.

Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Taehyung's best friend, and, unfortunately, your crush for as long as you knew what the word love meant.

"Hey, Y/N!" Your heart sinks when the window slides open and a messy head of brown hair sticks out through the gap and points at you with a pout. "You're leaving already? Without me?"

Oh; another thing about Jeon Jungkook. He's also your co-worker, which means you spend 16 hours a week in his company, much to the glee of your heart and the dismay of your conscience.

You weren't exactly surprised when you turned up to the Crestmont theatre for your first shift and were left in the capable hands of none other than Jungkook to teach you the ins and the outs of the popcorn machine and the ticket booth.

For as long as you've known him he's been somewhat of a film buff. He practically grew up holding a camera. You always used watch him and your brother making home movies in the backyard, fit with ketchup sachets for blood and endless costumes from your mom's closet. And the one time you stayed at his house when your dad went away for a while after the accident, you saw all the classic movie posters on his bedroom wall; Casablanca, Singing in the Rain, Jaws. So it made total sense for Jungkook to be at the Crestmont. In fact, you couldn't imagine him anywhere else.

That day you were mostly just surprised that he knew who you were at all. While you had spent years watching him from your bedroom window while he kicked a ball around with Taehyung or avoiding his eyes at the table when he stayed for dinner, he had never so much as glanced in your direction.

Deep down you think the reason he was so quick to take you under his wing is because he knew first hand how hard the accident hit your family. You suppose he feels he owes it to Taehyung to keep you in high spirits.

Although if you weren't you and he wasn't him, you'd swear Jungkook's attentions had become almost flirtatious as of late. He always goes the extra mile to spend time with you, and you even though you know it'll end up with you getting hurt you can't bring yourself to stop him.

You see, Jungkook has a gift for subtle charm. Like how he always sneaks you sodas out back on your lunch break, never forgetting the extra syrup — tooth rottingly sweet just how you like it — slipping one of his own dollars into the cash register to avoid a telling off from your manager. Or how he insists on helping you clean up after the theatre is empty, showing you the best secret places like down the back off seats to find misplaced trinkets and the creaky floorboard where your manager hides his cigarettes. How he insists on walking you home after the evening shift, even if he says he's going this way to see Taehyung anyway.

You've spent countless hours pondering over whether his sweet talking words mean as much to him as they do to you. And as much as you know it's unlikely for someone like Jeon Jungkook to ever have feelings for you, you can't help the way your heart speeds up every time he shoots you one of his signature bunny smiles that light up his whole face like he's happiness personified. And you can't bring yourself to hate him for it.

"I did call," you respond matter of factly, finally sucking in a breath of courage to turn around and squint up at him through the afternoon sun with a shrug. "But that trash you're listening too was too loud for you guys to hear me."

Jungkook's eyes widen as he fumbles around beneath the windowsill and pops up again holding up a shiny vinyl record sleeve. You recognise it instantly; it's from his favourite film — Submarine. He hardly ever shuts up about it.

"This is not trash. This is, like, the best movie soundtrack ever made!" He shakes his head as he takes the needle off of Taehyung's vintage record player, music ceasing with a scratch, and slips it into the sleeve with a grin. "Good thing I have it downloaded so we can listen to it on the way to work, hm?"

You roll your eyes and tap your foot impatiently, and at that, Taehyung appears behind him.

"You're leaving already?" He frowns, words directed at Jungkook even as he glances through narrowed eyes at you stood awkwardly on the front lawn.

"Yup. My shift starts in twenty." Jungkook shrugs, disappearing into the room for a second before he emerges again with a backpack slung over his shoulder. "Sorry dude. I can come back afterwards though, if you want?"

Taehyung purses his lips. Even from here you can see the stress lines embedded in his forehead that make him look older than his humble age of nineteen, somehow weak unlike how you always saw him as a kid. Big and strong; untouchable; your brother.

His blunt eyes never quite meet Jungkook's as he shakes his head softly. "'S good. I was gonna try and sleep, anyway, before the sun goes down. Didn't get much shut eye last night. Not with the..."

Nightmares. Taehyung trails off, but you know that's what he's alluding to. The nightmares that turn your big strong brother into a sniffling mess in the dead of night, kicking around mercilessly until you sneak into his bed and whisper to him until he slips into slumber again. Not that you ever acknowledge it in the morning over your bowls of cereal and vacant good morning's.

"Okay." Jungkook's face momentarily falls; a rare occurrence from the boy who seems to be perpetually cheerful. He pats Taehyung on the shoulder gently. "Take care of yourself, okay man?"

Taehyung just nods, letting out a yawn as he rolls into a stretch. "See ya tomorrow."

You're jolted from your thoughts when Jungkook throws his left leg out of the window, then the other, arms bulging in just the right way where they poke out of the sleeves of his plain white tee as he climbs down the drainpipe and lands with a thump on the soles of his high top sneakers.

"Hey kiddo." He grins as he wipes the palms of his hands on the thighs of his ripped jeans, before messing up your hair despite your groan of protest.

"Don't call me that. You're only a year older than me."

You're startled when you meet the pair of warm eyes that glint golden brown in the summer evening light, chest contracting as you look away and break into a fast walk towards the street.

"And you know you can just use the front door right?"

You hear him snort behind you, neglecting to use the front gate and instead launching over the fence so he lands directly in front of you on the sidewalk.

"How am I supposed to impress my best friends little sister if I can't show off my guns?" He flexes his arm, but you just brush past him with a roll of your eyes.

"You're an idiot."

You hear the clunk of his bike chain unhooking from the gate, before a set of wheels pedal up on the sidewalk beside you. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"Uh, to work?" You offer bluntly, squinting at him through the sun. "You should be too, we start in fifteen minutes."

"I mean why are you walking? What happened to your bike?"

You roll your eyes. "Some tourist kids slashed the wheels at the beach."

"Shit. Really?" Jungkook tuts, but you don't miss the glint in his eye as he nods towards the pegs on the back of his bike that were made for carrying a passenger."Then I guess it's my lucky day. Hop on, we can ride together."

You come to a standstill, arms crossed tightly. "I'd rather walk."

"Oh come on!" He wiggles his eyebrows. "It'll take double the time if we go on foot, and I recall it being you who got a final late warning last week."

"If we go on foot?" You laugh breathily, determined to stand your ground. "Just go on ahead, I'm good here."

"Well, I'm not exactly going to leave you here alone on the side of the road now am I? So I'll be forced to walk with you. And I'm older than you remember? Look, I'm already out of breath! My legs aren't what they used to be, y'know."

"Fine!" With a pout you take the helmet resting in his front basket and hook it underneath your chin, biting your lip to stop a smile from gracing your lips at the excitement that lights up Jungkook's features. "But only because I want you to shut up."

"Your wish is my command." He says with a pat to your head. "Hold on tight, okay?"

And as you wrap your arms around his waist, you're sure his ears heat up a deep shade of red, even it could just be the evening light playing tricks on you.

The theatre at the Crestmont feels eerily quiet when its empty.

You know that because even though your shift was supposed to end at 5, you offered to stick around to help clean up after today's performance. Phantom of the Opera.

"Jesus," You groan as you pick up another sticky soda cup that someone had kindly spilled all over the ground for you to clean up, dropping the offender into a black trash bag. "Doesn't anyone around here know how to use a trash can?"

You fall into one of the theatre seats with a sigh and run your fingers over the scarlet velvet, worn yet plush, the texture soothing you instantly. You tilt your head back and let the silence engulf you. No orchestra, no musical numbers, no stage crew shouting directions. No whirring cotton candy machine. Just you and the stage.

From here you can see every detail on the high ceiling littered with renaissance-style paintings of mermaids and babies armed with heart shaped bow and arrows. Your mom was an actress. When you were a kid you used to spent hours staring at them while she rehearsed. You were convinced they came alive once the theatre closed up for the night, their cheeky smiles evidence of a secret only you knew.

A trail of rainbows is cast by the grand chandelier hung in the center, and it draws your attention all the way down the aisles and up to the stage.

The Crestmont is only small, fitting perhaps 200 people at most. It's hardly Broadway. But the fire in your chest ignites as you glance side to side before sidling up the creaking wooden steps that wind up to the Crestmont's center stage. Your favourite part of the whole theatre.

It's not the first time you've done this. You often like to come up here after everyone has gone home, even though you technically aren't supposed to. There's a certain magic about being alone up here as you collect the lone roses that were thrown on stage by tonight's audience. Breathing in the musty smell of butter popcorn that lingers on the velvet curtains, feel the warmth of the bright stage lights glazing your skin. Something about it feels like home.

The first time you ever saw the Crestmont stage was on tv, watching a grainy camera shakily capture your mom in the very same spot you find yourself right now.

Your mom used to have a cardboard box filled with her old audition tapes. Everything from Hamlet to A Streetcar Named Desire, she'd starred in it, and you spent hours together in front of the television set trying to memorise the way she spoke your favourite lines and listening to her lilting voice recite backstage anecdotes about her rendezvous with foreign directors who dined on her in Paris or underground parties with celebrities you had never even heard of as she stroked your hair.

It wasn't until you got a little older that you realised that, just like you, your mom was a dreamer. Sure, she'd visited a couple different states and starred in some makeup commercials once, and that was enough to make her a celebrity in a town as small as this.

But really? She was just a small town actress with dreams larger than herself and way larger than the Crestmont where she made her name. And suddenly the gaps in time where she would disappear for weeks — sometimes months — on end no longer made sense to you. If she wasn't drinking cocktails with the prince of Monaco or clubbing in London, then where was she?

"Down town with those no good roadies," Taehyung told you once. "They made all these empty promises. Told her she'd make it big if she just did what they said. But look how that turned out."

That was the day you realised your mom was a better actress than you ever knew.

She always thought that her dreams would come true. She believed it so hard that you believed it too, naively. But who knows? Maybe they would have if she didn't get into an accident on her way to New York for her big break.

It's easy to imagine how your mom felt up here. She always looked so alive and free in those VHS tapes as she danced effortlessly across the stage with an ethereal weightlessness, the theatre silent except for the melodic sweetness of her monologues that drew tears to the eyes of those who listened eagerly.

If you close your eyes you can hear the roar of the crowd, hands clapping furiously. The orchestra tuning their brass in the pit, bows melodic against strings. Flowers landing at your feet. The deep breath of satisfaction as you take your final bow and the curtain closes.

Just like that you're moving across the stage, reciting the lines you know so well...

"You're gonna be a star like me some day," A voice whispers against your ear, soft and gentle. A memory. Your mom. "Just like me."

And just like that, she's there. In the audience, clapping. For you. And you feel invincible.

The sound of applause breaks you out of your trance. Real applause. You find yourself stood center stage, broom in hand, staring out at row after row of empty seats that gape with the same emptiness that was here when you arrived.

Except one of the velvet lined seats is filled now. Right at the front.

"Encore!" Jungkook whistles, the harsh thwacks of his palms clapping together clanging inside your ears. "Do it again! That was amazing!"

Your chest seizes painfully, a sudden bout of panic turning your blood cold. You feel the colour leave your face. How long has he been here? How long has he been watching?

Jungkook is watching you attentively, eyes soft at the edges with wonder. It makes bile rise in your throat. You can't be up here. Not when there's a pair of eyes looking at you, judging.

"I..." You begin, but the words get caught in your throat.

"I can't do this."

The way Jungkook's eyes widen and he lurches forward to catch you is the last thing you see before your vision goes black.

The boardwalk is strangely quiet for a summer evening. It's happy hour so you suppose most vacationers are already in the bars in their I LOVE OCEAN CITY T-shirts drinking cocktails or whatever. Not that you're complaining.

The smell of hotdogs and vinegar from the vans that line the strip still fill the air, snatches of conversations from children begging their parents to let them go on the waltzer one last time barely audible above the tinkling bells of the carousel. The ride operators drink soda's as they fan themselves with rolled up newspapers, grateful for the gentle hubbub on such a sticky evening, and then there's you, caught up in the middle of it all.

The wooden boards of the pier are warm against he backs of your thighs. You're sat with your legs dangling through the peeling guard rail that lines the strip. It was painted pastel blue at some point but years of sea spray and grubby hands made it fade to a sickly green tinge that matches the ocean.

Speaking of, the ocean would usually be directly below your feet, murky and wild, but today the tide has receded right back to reveal a large strip of sand. The stands suspending the pier rest on top of it so that you could walk right under and around them if you wanted to. You and Taehyung used to do that all the time when you were kids. Searching for barnacles. Exploring the dark places.

"Here. Eat up. You totally passed out on me back there. You could probably do with some sugar."

The soft voice beside you is the only thing loud enough to permeate your daydreams. You don't have look up to know who it belongs to. Jungkook.

He peers down at you, sun beating down against his back. He's holding two vanilla ice cream cones, double scooped, and he thrusts one into your hands before mirroring your position at the edge of the boardwalk.

The walk down here from the Crestmont was more or less silent, and your stomach twists now you realise Jungkook wants to talk.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." You lie. The ice cream is cold and sweet and covers the bitterness. "I just think it's funny."

Jungkook's tongue sneaks out to lick up the melted cream dribbling down his cone. "What is?"

"How this place stays the same but I feel so different." You were born here, raised here. This place was your whole life once, with it's salty air and bustling casino's. But since the accident, something's been bubbling inside you, swelling and crashing like the ocean below that taunts you and you've never felt farther from home in your life as you do now, looking out over the town that just won't budge, just like the funny ache in your chest. "Forget I said it. I don't know why I'm even telling you this."

Jungkook fidgets beside you and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh."It's okay, y'know. To miss her."

Your mom. You know that's who he means. Just the mention of her stings.

"Mhm." You snort. "Tell that to my family. If we all carried on missing mom then we'd be in pretty hot shit by now."

"If it's Taehyung you're worried about, then don't be. He's stronger than he looks."

"Until he's not anymore. And we lose him again just like—" You pause. You hate how you can hear the pain in your voice so you smooth it out. "Just like before. And I can't let that happen. I won't."

Jungkook shifts. As Taehyung's oldest friend he was there for everything in the aftermath of the accident. He was there when you put on a brave face for the sake of your family. He was there when Taehyung couldn't be any more.

"That doesn't mean you have to be strong all the time. Think about it this way. The ocean isn't always this calm right?" He gazes wistfully out over the ocean that swells and crashes against the shore, fingers twirling the gold chain around his neck. "Last winter when we had that huge storm, the waves were so big they smashed right through the pier support beams."

You furrow your brows. "What about it?"

"The ocean was just too much for the pier to bare and it would've come crashing down forever if half the neighborhood didn't come down to the beach in the dead of night, despite the rain, and hold it together until the storm calmed and the emergency repair boats could get to shore."

It's true. You remember how unforgiving the rain was as it pelted down against your back and froze you through to the bone that night as each and every familiar face from your neighborhood came down to the seafront to lend a hand, your family included.

Jungkook was there too. He was the one who knocked on your door in the early hours to spread the word. He got given free churros for life by one of the pier stall owners as a reward.

"What I'm trying to say Y/N, is that Taehyung has you to lean on, right? So who do you have?" Jungkook says, staring at you head on now. His sincerity almost makes you blush.

You bite your lip. Deep down you know that your beams are just as broken as Taehyung's and it's only a matter of time before they come crashing down into the water, and this time there'll be nobody to hold the pieces together.

"I don't need anyone. I'm just fine on my own. I can handle my ocean."

Jungkook brushes your hand. You flinch, so he pulls it back into his lap. "Well if you ever need a life boat, then you know where I am okay?"

You don't believe him, but he's staring at you so expectantly that you just tell him what he wants to hear. You're good at that.

"Okay." You whisper. "Okay."

Children's laughter bubbles up from the beach. You watch their distant silhouettes dancing among the waves. It's Jungkook who breaks the silence before it settles between you and becomes uncomfortable.

"Anyway, what were you doing up there on the stage today?" He smiles, like he's trying to lighten the mood. "You looked like you were having the time of your life before—"

You feel your cheeks start to burn. How long had Jungkook been watching you at the Crestmont? Had he seen the whole thing?

"It was nothing. I was just being dumb."

"Nothing?" Jungkook cocks his head to the side and punches you playfully. "It didn't seem like nothing."

"It just...it makes me feel close to my mom when I'm on the stage." You admit. "I loved watching her when I was a kid. She was always larger than life in my eyes. She had this way of making you really believe she was someone else. It was like she wasn't just acting -- she was becoming. Sometimes...sometimes I think I liked her better when she was in character."

You shake your head with a small smile. "I like me better when I'm in character. I used to dream about going to New York one day and becoming an actress just like she wanted to. Small town girl making it big in the city and all that." You scoff. "But I'm nothing like her. It's just fun to pretend sometimes."

"You're good. At performing. Like, really good." Jungkook's eyes are wide. When he places a hand on your forearm you don't shake it off this time. "You take after her. Everyone says it."

It's true. There's one photo of your mom in the house. It's in Taehyung's room. When you were younger you thought it was your face staring back at you from behind the glass. Sometimes you'll be walking down the boardwalk or serving soda's at work and you'll hear the whispers. See their heads turn. Is it her?

"Pfft. Looks mean nothing." You scoff. "She was fearless. I can't even speak in front of one person without passing out, let alone a crowd."

Realisation crosses Jungkook's face. "Oh. So that's what happened back there? Stage fright?"

"Uh huh." You roll your eyes. "So don't give me the follow your dreams spiel or whatever."

"Hmm." Jungkook uses his arms as a makeshift pillow so he can lay back against the ground. You mirror him, peering through your fingers to watch how the golden rays of the sun swallow his frame. "Remember that play they made us do in middle school?"

"The Nativity?" You raise your eyebrow. It was the first theatre production you were in, before the accident and way before you had stage fright.

"Yeah." He grins. "I was the sheep. Taehyung made fun of me for months afterwards because of that stupid costume my grandma made."

"Yeah." You snort. "You did look sorta dumb."

Jungkook bumps your arm with a playful pout that makes you giggle. "And do you remember how I forgot my lines on stage and nearly pissed myself with stage fright? God, I still remember how mad my dad looked in the front row. We'd practiced that part for weeks. I don't know why it happened. I just froze—" A small smile forms on his lips. "But you didn't. Next thing I know there's a kid in a gold star of Bethlehem costume running on stage to recite my lines for me. You stole the show, remember that? Everyone loved you."

"That was then." You murmur, but you can't suppress the smile tugging at the corners or your mouth. "I'm not the same person."

"You were a year younger than the rest of my class but you auditioned anyway, because you knew that you were the only person who could play the star. Because you were a star."

Jungkook turns so that his head rests on his elbow and you're suddenly so close you can feel his breath ghost across your cheek. Your heart pumps in your ears as you gaze dips down to his rosy lips and back up to his sparkling eyes which bore into yours.

"You still are a star."

The words echo in your ears, soft and sincere. His tongue snakes out to wet his lips. You lose your breath. And then you jump away, placing a safe distance between your bodies before you can do something you regret.

"And what about you. Are you still a sheep?" You tease, turning your face so he can't see how it burns rosy red.

"Nah. Figured out pretty quickly after that that I was better off behind the camera." He chuckles.

"Oh right. You still have that thing?" You nod to the camera in his lap. It's one of those old ones that looks like the type that needs a film reel and a projector, but it's been modified so there's a little viewfinder at the side to check the footage instead. "Can I see?"

"What?" Jungkook blinks.

"Some of the stuff you've filmed?"

"Oh! Right!" It's his turn to flush now, scratching the back of his neck as he anxiously thrusts the camera into your hands and pays close attention to the hangnail at the edge of his thumb as you watch the footage.

Your eyes widen when a familiar scene rolls out on the tiny screen. You, on stage at the Crestmont. Jungkook filmed you.

"This is..."

"You." He rushes."Yeah, I know. Sorry if this is awkward—"

"No. Not at all. I just—" You watch in awe as the you inside the camera moves across the stage with an effortless grace. How the lights make your eyes shine and your skin brighter than you remember it being in the mirror this morning. "How did you do that?"

Jungkook's forehead creases. "Do what?"

"Make me look like...that."

"I didn't do anything." Jungkook shrugs. "That's just how I see you."

You could listen to him say that all day, but you stop yourself mid swoon.

"Don't say things you don't mean."

"I do mean it. And I'll show you." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"How?"

He grabs your hand and squeezes it. Tight. "I don't know how yet but I will."

You roll your eyes. "Good luck, Jeon."

"You know I like a challenge." Jungkook laughs, and the melodic sound goes right to your chest. "I'll make you see yourself how I see you. Just wait."

"Since when did you have four wheels?" You call to Jungkook with a quirk of your brow, resting your elbows on the window ledge of the beat up truck he pulls up in outside the Crestmont.

It's a sticky August afternoon and the rusty red vehicle purrs— or more like splutters — in the parking lot as Jungkook untangles your bike from the rack and lifts it into the cargo bed like it's weightless. Just yesterday he came by with his pump and a patch to fix that goddamn slashed tyre, and now he's stealing it?

"Hey! What are you doing with my bike?"

He is clad in nothing but a white vest and board shorts, and you can see perspiration glimmering at his temples as the salty breeze blowing from the beach ruffles the dark curls that flop over his forehead.

"This is my dad's truck," His eyes flash with pride as he hops into the open drivers side door and makes the engine growl. He nods to the empty seat beside him and pushes his dark round sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, fanning his face with his hands. "And you won't be needing your bike today. Now hurry up and get in, loser. I've been waiting ages for your shift to finish and the AC is broken."

You raise a brow. "We're going somewhere?"

"Yeah. Why else would I be waiting for you to get in my truck?"

"I mean, we're going somewhere in this?" You nod towards the truck's worn tires, the fumes that wisp from the exhaust pipe like a lit cigar. "Are you sure it's safe?"

Jungkook notices the way you bite your lip. You don't even have to tell him the worries that are running through your mind. It's as if he can read them like an open book.

"Are you still scared of riding in cars?" He questions, softly.

You nod. That's what an accident does to someone. Makes them scared of something they ordinarily wouldn't even question.

"A little." The breeze ruffles your hair and you hide behind it. "I'm getting better." You add, so he doesn't feel bad because you know he does. His face tells you as much.

"It's a short drive, if that helps." He rushes. "And I asked Taehyung and he said you'd be okay, but if you aren't then I can just walk you home—"

"No." You shake your head firmly. There's a funny fizzing in your stomach that's been there ever since that day on the boardwalk, and it's only growing stronger and stronger now you're inches away from Jungkook and his warm eyes and gentle smile. You don't want it to end just yet. It's enough to outweigh the wriggling fear that's always inside you just a little. "Where are we going?"

Jungkook's face lights up and your heart flips when you realise it's because of you.

"I told you I was gonna make you see what I see, didn't I?"

"Oh that was today?" You tease. "Must have missed it it in the calendar."

"Stop asking questions! Just get in. Please?"

"Fine." You walk around to the passenger door, sliding in beside him and throwing your bag into the back seat. "But I need to be home by midnight or Taehyung will worry."

"No problemo." Jungkook salutes as he switches on the engine and the truck roars to life. You clasp your hands tightly in your lap and breathe through your nose. You're okay. You're safe."Home by midnight. It's a promise."

You gaze out of the window to stop your thoughts from running wild. Jungkook turns left, away from town and the beach and everything familiar. You watch it get smaller and smaller in the mirrors, strangely relieved. Strangely excited.

"Now will you tell me where we're going?" You ask.

"Nope." Jungkook chuckles when you pout. "Just sit back. Relax. Take in the view. Listen to the music."

He leans across the dash, making a point to keep his eyes on the road as he fiddles with the stereo. A familiar string of guitar chords fill the truck. You recognise them, even if vaguely. Probably from Taehyung's vast collection of records.

"The Beatles right?" You ask, resting your chin on your knee as you dare to take a peek at him, blushing when you find him already staring at you.

"Pfft, yeah. Of course it's The Beatles! Only their greatest soundtrack, like, ever."

You shrug. "I've never listened to them before, so I wouldn't know."

"Oh come on? You haven't seen A Hard Day's Night?" His eyes widen when you shake your head. "Super Fly? Pulp Fiction? Purple Rain?"

You stifle a giggle at the look of pure shock he's sending you. "Nope. Should I have?"

"Absolutely!" He splutters. Passion shines in his eyes. "You're missing out on some of the greatest cinematography known to man!"

"I guess you have a lot to fill me in on, then."

"I sure do." His eyes soften. "Open the glove box."

You open it. Inside you find an assortment of cassette tapes, old and new. You send him a curious look.

"Close your eyes and choose one." He nods. "Go on."

You do as he says and shut your lids tightly, feeling around until your fingers curl around a tape you're strangely drawn to. When you open your eyes you find a worn box in your palm, yellow at the edges, and you're momentarily disappointed until Jungkook hums in approval beside you.

"Good choice! Dirty Dancing. A classic." He takes it from you and slides the tape into the stereo. It crackles a little before the music starts. "Trust me, you'll love it."

The stereo tracklist flashes amber. 01: Do You Love Me?

"You broke my heart 'cause I couldn't dance," Jungkook sings along in a deep voice, eyebrows bouncing as you loll your head to the side to send him an eye roll. "And now I'm back to let you know I can really shake 'em down!"

The song starts, all vibrant guitar and drums. It has a funky 60's groove, like it belongs in a swing dancing club instead of on the highway at sunset. It's a happy song and you think it suits Jungkook just right.

Speaking of Jungkook, he starts to bob his head in time with the beat, fingertips tapping in rhythm against the steering wheel. He looks adorably dorky, losing himself to the song, like he's forgotten you're even sat beside him.

"You look like an idiot." You deadpan, though you can't cover the laugh that escapes you as he sings along louder.

"No, I look like I'm having fun!" Jungkook rolls down the window and turns up the music so loud he has to shout for you to hear him. "Don't you ever do this? Just give in to the music for a while? Let your body do what it wants?"

"Uh, no. I prefer to just listen." You shout back. "Besides, your body should be focused on driving this car right now--"

"Oh come on! Just try it."

"Try it?" You blink, stomach suddenly knotting."Like now? In front of you?"

"Well duh. Look. Copy me."

He starts to shake his shoulders from side to side, fingers clicking as he nods for you to do the same.

"I...okay." You start to copy, but you catch yourself in the rear view mirror and you just look stiff compared to how effortlessly Jungkook moves to the rhythm.

"See you're doing it!" Jungkook grins, throwing his head back. "Feels good huh?"

"Kinda..." You have to admit there is something liberating about just letting go. "Like this?"

Your knees volunteer themselves to the beat, and then your arms, and before you know it you've got your eyes closed, hair whipping around your face as you speed down the interstate

"That's it. Feel the music!"

Before you know it, the song ends and you realise all at once that you're laughing. Loud and free, enough to make your belly hurt. Jungkook is too, the sound better than any song you've ever heard, and neither of you can seem to stop.

"Oh my god." You pant, covering your face with your fingers, embarrassed. "Now we both look like idiots."

"Don't hide from me." Jungkook bites his lip. You're suddenly aware of how close he is. His arms grab your wrists, pulling them away from your face, but he doesn't drop the one closest to him. Instead he links your fingers and uses your shared grip to change the gear as he turns down a winding road.

"I'm shy." You say, and you can feel the heat in your cheeks.

"Why? You're beautiful." Jungkook puts the car into park. You realise all at once that you've been driving for ages and you didn't even panic once. "Besides, we've arrived. And you're not gonna wanna miss seeing this."

The destination Jungkook seems so excited about turns out to be a concrete parking lot.

"Where are we, Jungkook?" You ask, looking around but finding nothing but tyre tracks and dirt.

Jungkook has already hopped out of the drivers side, sliding over the hood of the car to tug open your door with a quirk of his brow.

He holds out his palm, upturned and calloused. "Do you trust me?"

You bite your lip, heart pounding. Do you trust him?

Your body speaks for you and you slide your hand into his. His thumb traces your knuckles reassuringly.

"Yes." You breathe. "I trust you."

"Good."

You yelp when an arm wraps around your waist and hoists you out of the car, tightly interlocked fingers blocking your vision like a makeshift blindfold. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to."

"Okay." You giggle, feet stumbling as you try to find your balance with the help of a sturdy hand beneath your elbow.

Jungkook hums gently beneath his breath as he guides you up a path that turns from concrete to loose rock to dampened grass beneath the soles of your beat up sneakers. There's a voice in the back of your mind that tells you to be nervous; who knows where he could be taking you right now.

But as you breathe in the musty notes of his cologne and feel your heart flutter in your chest when he comes to a stop and rests his chin on your shoulder, just close enough to feel his laugh ghost across your neck, you don't care where in the world you are right now as long as it's beside him.

"Now, open."

The sun is startlingly bright when you open your eyes for the first time and see the vibrant meadow that stretches as far as you can see.

Wait — that's not the sun. It's sunflowers. Clusters of them, cheerfully waving with the breeze from where you stand on the path that continues for a few steps before it disappears among their stems.

The sunflowers are a burst of golden colour against the fading green of the meadow, and the horizon beyond that which boasts the silhouette of beach rock against the soft blue of the ocean at sunset. There's tracks here and there where the uncut grass is trampled, like some children had played hide and seek.

You reach out a hand and brush your fingertips over the velvety petals; breathe in the botanical scent of the fresh sunny blooms that dances through the meadow. It's breathtaking, you think. There's no coordination, just freedom choreographed by the wind as the tall stems sway back and forth in their gentle dance.

Before you know it you've taken off into a run, grinning with childlike glee when the tall grass tickles your nose and the sun whispers against your neck.

"Jungkook, this place is—"

"Beautiful right?" You nod breathlessly, blushing deeply when you come to a stop and find him staring right at you. He squeezes your hand and that's when you notice your fingers are still interlinked. "I come here a lot. When I need to think."

"How did you find this place?"

"Taehyung and I stumbled upon it a few summers ago by accident." He says. "Nobody knows about it. It's our secret."

"It's so beautiful." You whisper. "The whole world needs to see this."

Jungkook kicks at a stone with the toe of his boot. "I kinda like it being a secret. This place...is special to me."

"Then why...." The words get caught in your throat. You swallow and try again. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted to show you the things I find most beautiful. Remember?"

"The sunflowers?"

"Well yeah..." He scratches the back of his neck. Swallows thickly, like he's preparing himself. "But I was thinking of something a little different..."

You close your eyes, a smile appearing on your lips as you let the crisp breeze caress your face. "Then what?"

There's a sharp click of a shutter, and when your lashes flutter open in surprise, Jungkook is shaking a Polaroid picture back and forth, his eyes glinting with something mischievous.

"Hey! Give me that—" You reach for the Polaroid, stomach churning with a sudden shyness that makes you hug your arms.

"Just — don't do that okay?" He holds it out of reach, pleading with his eyes. "Please."

"Do what?"

"Give up on what makes you happy just because you're scared." His palm cups your cheek. "You said it yourself. Being in front of the camera is where you belong. Don't you see that?"

"I'm not scared." You feel the heat rise in your cheeks when Jungkook sends you a knowing look. "Okay maybe I am scared. And so what if I am? You've already given me the face your fears spiel and I told you. I'm perfectly happy avoiding every camera known to man for the rest of my life if it means I never have to face them."

"But you've already faced one of your fears today. You got in my car, remember?" He raises an eyebrow, smug. "Well, two technically, 'cause you're here with me now and I know how nervous you used to get around me--"

"Did not!"

"Do too! Every time we talk outside of work you get all shy and--"

"Shut up."

"See! You're doing it right now!"

You don't know what compels you to do it. Maybe it's the heat rising in the apples of your cheeks or the way your heart quickens when Jungkook closes the gap between you, but before you can stop yourself you're reaching up and grasping his face with both hands.

"Oh just shut up and kiss me, doofus."

The smug smirk on Jungkook's face is replaced with wide eyed surprise, his lips falling still for a moment when yours crash against his. But then his steady hands find your waist and he supports you on your tip toes so he can pull you ever closer, melting into the plush press of your lips.

When you pull back, you're smiling. You can't help it. You've been dreaming of this moment since, like, middle school. And goddamn, he even tastes how you imagined. Like black coffee and toothpaste.

"See." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Happiness suits you."

"Whatever, Jeon." You smirk. "Don't let it go to your head, but it's thanks to you."

Jungkook flashes you the biggest bunny grin you've ever seen, eyes sparkling at your words.

"Wait...stay like that." He reaches for his camcorder in his backpack and points the lens at you. The smile falls from your lips. You place a hand on his arm, grip tighter than you intended.

"Jungkook stop."

"What's wrong? Just keep smiling like that, the shot was perfect—"

"I don't know what to do." You shrug, the lens boring into you like a judgy aunt at Thanksgiving dinner. "The camera makes me nervous."

"Just pretend I'm not here."

You sniff. "I don't want you to not be here..."

"Listen," Jungkook cups your face, thumbs tracing your cheeks fondly. "The reason I brought you here? It's because this place reminds me of you. Beautiful."

"Jungkook--"

"Just like you said, the world needs to see this place. Just like they need to see you."

"I..." Your heart is on the verge of exploding, you would swear it. "Okay." The word rolls off your tongue before you can stop it because somehow you trust him. And deep down, there's still that fizz of excitement mixing in with all the nervousness. The Jungkook Effect. You don't want to lose it to the darkness like everything else.

"I'll try. Just-- don't laugh at me okay?"

"You have my word, sarge." He salutes with a thoughtful grin. "Hold on a sec. I know exactly what you need to get you going."

Jungkook jumps to his feet and you watch with your chin tucked between your knees as he jogs down the rocky path and opens all four of the truck doors, even the trunk, before his head disappears into the vehicle and the same pumping bass from earlier starts blasting into the quiet serene of the sunflower field.

"There," He grins as he returns, out of breath, and sits back down beside you cross legged, holding his camcorder to his eye. "Now do what you were doing before again, but over there. Just pretend you're on stage at the Crestmont, okay?"

You feel the music wash over you and the urge to move hits you like a wave. Jungkook nods encouragingly and there's something in his eyes that flips a switch inside you. And for the first time in a long time, all the passion and spirit and feeling inside you fizzes up to the top and you can't contain it any longer.

"That's it!" Jungkook calls, shutter clicking uncontrollably. "I knew you could do it!"

An oak tree provides sun-flecked shade, a cool sanctuary from the sun that sets on the horizon and splashes the sky's canvas magenta.

Jungkook laid out a checkered blanket from the trunk of his truck which you both lay upon, shoulders pressed together as close as humanly possible, surrounded by your devoured picnic consisting of his mom's fruit punch and bags of snacks he took from the concession stand at the Crestmont when nobody was looking.

"Holy shit, Y/N." He says through a mouthful of popcorn, jabbing his finger at his favourite shot of you in front of the sunflowers. "This is what I've been saying! You're a natural in front of the camera."

"No, you're amazing, Jungkook." You feel for his hand. It's funny how natural it feels already when his pinky links with yours. "Behind the camera."

"You think?" He chews his lip, eyes searching yours for approval.

"I know. You should do something with these. People need to see them."

"I'm thinking of becoming a filmographer, actually"

"Like at the pier?" You think of the tacky photo booth that overlooks the sea in town, fit with all the silly cardboard cut outs that tourists come and take a photo with for a dollar.

"No, I mean a real filmographer." He shrugs, and you're sure there's a trace of a blush on his cheeks. "Y'know. Movies and stuff."

You nod. It makes sense for Jungkook to spend his life with a camera glued to his right hand. You can't imagine Jungkook anywhere else, and you have to ignore the sinking feeling that comes with the realisation that he would eventually leave Ocean City -- and you -- behind for the big screen.

"Well you bet your ass I'll be front row to watch each and every one, Jeon Jungkook."

"My lucky star." Jungkook smiles.

"Always."

He must see the sadness brimming inside you, his body shuffling closer so your knees brush. It's reassuring somewhat.

"Actually...there's something I should tell you."

He shifts under your gaze. The nerves rush back. "What is it?"

"I guess I finished writing my first screenplay..."

"That's like a movie script, right?" You ask eagerly, and he nods. "That's great, Kook!"

"Yeah, it's great it's just --" He pauses, and clutches your hand tighter like he's scared what he says next will make you let go forever. "It's about you."

You pale. "M-me?"

"I mean, it's about you and...and Taehyung! And your mom." Jungkook rushes. "I was inspired by your story at the boardwalk and it just happened! I'm sorry, I know you probably hate me now and think I'm crazy but--"

"Burn it." You deadpan.

Jungkook blinks. "W..what?"

"I said burn it." You pull his hand into your lap and he lets out a sigh of relief. "I don't hate you, Kook. I just think you were right earlier when you said I need to face my fears. And the only way I can do that is by forgetting my past. The last thing I need is a whole freaking movie about it."

He joins in with your strained chuckles. "Sure you aren't mad?"

"Not mad." You assure with a smile.

"Then I'll burn it."

You avoid his gaze shyly. "I'm kinda honoured you wrote about me, though." You admit.

"I guess...I guess I could call you my muse." Jungkook blurts hurriedly. His nose is a deep shade of pink and it makes you want to tease him forever.

"Yeah." You nod to yourself with a smile. "I like that. Your muse."

And then his lips are on yours again, like he can't quite help himself, and you start to forget where yours begin and his end.

This time it's not delicate and sweet. It's slow and languid, hot and heavy. The sunflowers break your fall, Jungkook's lips never leaving yours as he climbs on top of you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other planted beside your head so that his chest hovers above yours. You're almost certain he can feel how hard your heart is pounding in your chest, but you don't care, too lost in the bliss of finally feeling Jungkook's plush lips against your own.

"Come to New York with me." He says breathlessly between kisses, and your heart stops.

"What?" You can hardly drag your lips away from his but you have to be sure you heard him right. New York?

"I mean, in the future. I'm gonna go to New York. Get a job at a film production company or something, I don't know--" He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. "Come with me."

"I...I can't."

"Why?" He frowns. "Is it me?"

"No! God no."

"Then why? You said it was your dream right?" You nod. "So what's stopping you?"

"I..I have to take care of Taehyung, and my job at the Crestmont and--"

"Okay. Lets pretend none of that exists. It's just you and me." His breath ghosts against your forehead. "Y/N, will you come to New York with me?"

"Yes." It comes out breathless, but you mean it. With every atom and nerve and fiber in your body. "Lets go to New York."

Where things change.

3 years later.

A postcard sits on the Welcome Home! Doormat you and Jungkook bought before you left for New York. You recognise the picture perfect image of Ocean City on the front, and Taehyung's messy scrawl on the back that tells you he's doing fine at his new management job at the Crestmont and he will be sending a housewarming gift imminently.

— Stay smiling, Y/N. Miss you already! Taehyung. :)

With a small smile you tack it onto the bare fridge. It brightens up the empty kitchen somewhat, a little piece of home and a reminder that you don't need to worry about leaving your brother behind to fend for himself so much any more. Since he pulled his life together and got a job at the theatre, it's like he came alive again. Found his purpose.

Speaking of purposes, you suppose that's how you found yourself here. In your very own apartment in a nice complex on the east side. The east side of New York City.

There's a pair of satin curtains hung over the balcony doors, probably left behind by the old tenant as it's the only form of furniture in the whole apartment. They rustle in the morning breeze and you tiptoe across the room barefoot to rip them open, letting your eyes flutter shut when the early morning sun filters through the glass and cascades over your face like a warm embrace.

You press a hand to the glass, studying your reflection; the messy lump of hair atop your head, the soft shadow of your lashes atop your cheeks. And beyond it, New York. Your new normal in all it's familiar glory from your dreams, yet still so deliciously foreign it makes your heart leap whenever a cab horn rings out in the distance or you breathe in the smell of fresh bagels from the shop down the street.

Home. You could finally call it that now. But New York is just a city and this apartment is just a house. The real reason you get to call this place home is because of who you came here with.

Jungkook.

You've been dating for two and a half years by now. He let you borrow one of his old much-too-big t-shirts to sleep in last night. There's a hole in the shoulder and the hem brushes your knees but it's warm and smells like his cologne and your heart expands when you close your eyes and remember this is just the beginning. You have so much to do, so many things to see here in New York. So many things to learn. And there's nobody you would want to explore life with more than Jungkook.

His camera equipment lays in a cardboard box by your feet, and something compels you to take out the old-school camcorder he loves. The leather strap tightens perfectly around your hand and the red RECORD button flashes as you open the doors wide and lift the lens to take in the view. Something tells you you're gonna want to remember this moment forever.

It's not long before a pair of arms wrap around your waist, chin tucked cheekily into your shoulder. "There you are." Jungkook husks, stilly groggy with sleep as his lips ghost across your cheek.

Turning around in his grasp, you find him still shirtless, sweatpants slung low around his hips. He's been working out recently, and you can't deny you don't love how firm his shoulders feel when you brace yourself on them to stand on your tip toes and leave a peck to his lips.

"Morning sleepyhead," you say, running your fingers through the strands of his silky bed hair. It's longer these days, whispering across the nape of his neck and falling across his round eyes sweetly. They flutter closed when you massage his scalp just how he likes it. "I was wondering when you'd finally get out of bed."

"Missed you." His lips turn up when he sees the camera pointed at his face. "Whaddya doing with that?"

"Making memories." You say simply, zooming in on him as he rubs his sleepy eyes. "So we never forget this."

A cheeky smirk appears on his lips as he wraps you in his arms, a surprised giggle leaving you when he spins you around and grabs the camera so he can point it at the both of you, his chin resting on your shoulder now as his bare arm snugly wraps around your waist.

"Hey stop! I just woke up, I look bad!"

"Hello us of the future," Jungkook chuckles, pulling your fingers away from your face when you bury your face in his chest to hide from the lens. "It's our first day in New York and Y/N is being all camera shy--okay, okay fine, lets show them the view instead!"

Jungkook finally flips the lens around so it focuses on the distant silhouettes of tall skyscrapers skimming the blue skyline, before he turns it back onto you guys once more with a mischievous look this time.

"But we have to go now because we have far more interesting business to attend to..." He lowers the camera as his lips start to trail up your collar bone and he smiles when your eyes flutter shut and you gasp at the feeling, but it's quickly replaced by a pout when you wriggle out of his embrace with a stern look.

"Not now. Later."

"Mmf? Why?" He whines, making grabby hands towards you. "You're so warm, jus' wanna cuddle for a bit."

"No time!" You call over your shoulder as you grab him by the hand and drag his heavy feet behind you. "We've got an apartment to decorate."

Before you know it you've enlisted Jungkook's help in laying tarps across the living room floor, two pots of bright white paint plonked in the center. It's not like you could afford a decorator after all. You are two broke twenty-something's trying to make it big in New York, and all that cliche stuff. So you would just have to do it yourselves.

Jungkook's over in the corner, miming along to the guitar solo from some rock song playing from the radio balanced on the windowsill, the paint roller his instrument as he dances around the room with giddy impulse. There's paint all over his butt where he accidentally leaned against one of the wet walls and he's got his hair tied back into a bun at the crown of his head and you watch him out of the corner of your eye while an affectionate smile creeps onto your face no matter how hard you try to curb it.

That's when you notice the camera in his other hand. He zooms in on the stepladder in the corner, the paint spillage in the hall, the heart with Y/N + JUNGKOOK FOREVER written inside it on the back wall. Documenting everything as usual.

He was always filming you, too. Whether you were making coffee in the morning or drying your hair. He'd even slow down beside you on the sidewalk to get the perfect shot.

You find it cute, even though you pretend to hate it. It makes your heart flutter every time you catch him rewinding the footage with a contented smile on his face, like he just captured the whole world with his lens.

It's no surprise when you finish putting the final coat on the wall and step back to admire your handy work that you find him wandering around the apartment with his hand curved around the lens of one of his bigger cameras like it's natural to him. You always joke that thing is like an extra limb, but he looks so calm as he looks through his lens at the room that is now drunk on the afternoon sun pouring through the window, the golden rays like honey on his skin, that it's easy to see that the camera really is a part of him. Passion lies in the soft lines of concentration on his face, in the plump lip tugged between teeth as he fiddles with the settings.

Jungkook sees beauty where others don't, where others can't. It might as well pump through his veins. And it's one of the reasons you love him so much.

You shake your head when you see how a small smile finds his lips when he leans a shoulder against the door frame and lets the camera land on the thing he swears is most beautiful.

"Hey." You warn, shooting a side wards glare at the camera lens you spot Jungkook not so discreetly pointing in your direction. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" He runs a hand through his hair, lips pulling back into a sly bunny smile when you bend down to reach a spot you missed at the bottom of the wall. "I'm not doing anything."

Your upper lip twitches. "Are you zooming in on my ass?"

"What? No!" Jungkook scrunches his nose with wide eyes, a habit you knew meant he was guilty, a pout forming on your lips as he snaps the viewfinder closed and shoves the offending piece of his equipment behind his back.

You narrow your eyes affectionately. "Perv."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He blows a strand of hair out of his face innocently but there's a playful glint in his eyes and you can hardly keep a serious face as you plant your hands on your hips in what you hope is a menacing manner.

"Then lemme see it." You challenge with a nod to the camera behind him.

He feigns indifference, cocking his head to the side like an overgrown puppy. "See what?"

"That's it!" You shake your head, charging towards and him making grabby motions towards the camera. Jungkook looks down at you fondly as he holds it above your head, out of reach, and it only makes you you pout harder. "Hey! Give it!

"Never!" You jump pitifully, fingers grasping around nothing. A melodic chuckle spills from Jungkook's lips when you cross your arms over your chest in defeat and blink up at him crossly. "You have to say the magic word first."

You scoff at the teasing look on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows and waves the camera just above your head, before an idea strikes you and within seconds you're wielding a paintbrush, Jungkook's eyes widening when you point the paint coated bristles at his face.

"Give it up." You hold out your palm with a smug look. "Or the walls are not the only thing getting a fresh coat."

"You wouldn't." He smirks, despite being backed into a corner now.

"Oh yeah?" Without further ado you swipe the brush down the bridge of his nose, swallowing a giggle at the white smudge it leaves behind and his shocked expression beneath it. "You underestimate me, Jeon."

Jungkook pushes his tongue into his cheek, eyes dancing up and down your body before they lock with yours daringly. "You shouldn't have done that."

"Or what?" You taunt playfully, a laugh escaping you, but you quickly bite down on your lip when you see the glint in Jungkook's eyes as he submerges both his hands into the nearby bucket of paint.

You don't run when he steps closer. Instead your breathing quickens, heart doing a funny somersault when he brushes your hair to the side and clamps both of his wet hands on the sides of your jaw to bring your face up to his.

He tastes like coffee and desire when your lips crash together in a delicious tangle of teeth and tongue, all the thoughts racing through your mind dripping away like honey until all that's left is the thump of your heart against your chest and Jungkook's warmth as he backs you up against the wall.

When he pulls away he rubs his paint covered nose against yours, cocking his head and smiling sweetly when he leans back and admires his handy work.

"You have paint on your face." He looks down at his white hands innocently with a shrug. "Whoops?"

His hands trail down to your hips. You reach to your side and grab a fistful of paint, wiping it down the centre of his face and giggling when he groans and scrunches his eyes closed . "So do you."

"Okay, that's it. This means war!" Jungkook growls, strong arms wrapping around your waist, and before you know it you're stumbling over to the mattress in the corner, Jungkook's body hovering over yours.

"You wanna play dirty, huh?" Desire-filled eyes trace your face, travelling down the expanse of your neck before zeroing in on your collar bones. You gasp when Jungkook's lips attach themselves to the sensitive skin, every inch of you set alight when his burning fingers slide beneath the hem of your tshirt and find your thighs. "Always being such a bad girl, huh?"

"So? What're you gonna do about it? Punish me?" You say teasingly, and he stiffens, lips leaving a mark behind on your neck with a pop. Jungkook's narrowed eyes meet yours and you feel your heart speed up with anticipation.

His lips twitch, like they're dying to turn up. "Brat."

With that, you're being flipped over onto your knees with a yelp. Jungkook's hands work quickly and before you know it your tshirt is over your head and the sudden breeze from the open balcony doors against your hardened nipples makes you gasp.

"You love it." You laugh breathily.

"Too much," Jungkook confirms, before his large palm presses you down into the bed firmly between the shoulder blades so that your ass is thrust up in the air. You wiggle is teasingly, though the breath catches in your throat when the first spank lands on your bare skin. Then a second, the sound ringing out through the empty room like an echo and making a damp spot appear on your panties.

"Hey!" You chastise when you remember the paint on his hands that just left two glaring handprints right across your ass.

Jungkook just smirks. "What? Now everyone knows it's mine."

A third slap and you have to bite the blanket to stop from groaning, then a fourth, and a fifth and by then your eyes are watering but in the best way. Calloused hands smooth over the burning area, soothing it.

"Good girl," A raspy voice whispers next to your ear. "Such a good girl for me, taking your punishment. I think you deserve your reward now, hm?"

"Please." You moan as he reaches around to grasp your breast, tweaking your nipples in a way that has you writhing beneath him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you though," Jungkook chuckles as he rips your panties down your legs, gasping at the sight of your dripping slit like it's the first time. He runs a finger down your folds, biting back a groan when it makes your legs fall open a little further, desperate for his touch. "I'm not gonna go easy on you."

"Jungkook, what do you-- oh!." Before you can finish, Jungkook is pushing your face back into the comforter, spreading your cheeks with his palms and licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your throbbing core. His tongue finds your clit easily, toying it with the tip playfully until you're gasping for air.

"Mmf, tastes so good." He murmurs against your folds, the vibrations of his chuckle making you moan so hard your legs start to shake. His tongue finds your hole, swirling around teasingly before it slips inside and you can't handle it anymore.

"Jungkook!" You gasp, reaching behind to grab his hair. "I..I can't-"

"You can." He says, almost a command, mouth leaving your pussy only so he can slide over onto his back and pull you back down onto his face by the hips.

"Oh g-god!" Your hand reaches for the headboard, landing on the wall to steady yourself when you remember you still haven't bought a bed frame yet. Your legs are starting to ache from holding yourself up but you don't care, too lost in the feeling of Jungkook's tongue lapping at your swollen folds as you grind in lazy circles on his face.

"C-close, Kook." You manage to splutter, head thrown back with pleasure when he slides two of his fingers inside you and starts to pump in time with his tongue, the sensation of being filled enough to send you over the edge into a shuddering climax that is unlike anything you've felt before, the only thought on your mind the way your hole clenches around your boyfriend's fingers.

It takes a few moments for your legs to stop shaking, your hearing slowly coming back into focus as you hear both of your heavy breaths intermingled. You look between your legs to find Jungkook staring up at you with a grin, eyes filled with wonder. His chin gleams with your juices, the front of his t-shirt damp as you realise with a gasp what just happened.

"Did I--?"

"Yup."

"Holy fuck." You swing your leg over his shoulder so you're beside him, Jungkook sitting up to look at you, still mesmerised. "I...I'm sorry, that was--"

"The hottest thing you've ever done." Jungkook finishes, grinning at you like he just won the lottery.

You raise a brow, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah. Can I fuck you now?"

You can't help but laugh at his eager puppy dog eyes, hands practically twitching at his sides to touch you. A quick glance at his crotch confirms the biggest tent in his pants you've ever seen, and you crook a finger towards him with a sultry smile and a nod.

"Let's see if you can make me do that again."

"O-Okay!" Jungkook pulls his shirt over his head eagerly, and then he's on top of you, burning skin meeting burning skin. Your palm runs down his chest, Jungkook's eyes falling shut when it reaches the hem of his sweatpants. You cant help but gasp when your fingers wrap around his length through his boxers, core already throbbing again to be filled. He shivers when your finger circles his tip, admiring the wet patch on his boxers.

"Eager?" You smirk.

"You squirted on my face, Y/N, of course I'm goddamn eager."

"Get these off then." You tug at his pants and he kicks them off without a second telling.

"Your wish is my command."

When he returns to hovering over you, both completely bare now, he pauses. His eyes meet yours, a gentle smile appearing on his lips as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and grips your jaw protectively.

"I love you, y'know."

You close the distance between you, pressing your lips against his but barely able to keep yourself from grinning with the elation swirling in your chest. "I love you too, doofus. Now hurry up or I'm gonna have to fuck myself."

"That sounds kinda awesome--"

"Kook!"

"Okay, okay, on it!"

Palms spread your legs, and you both gasp when Jungkook runs the blunt head of his leaking cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices before he lines it up with your entrance.

"Ready?" He checks, thumb tracing circles into your inner thigh.

"As I'll ever be."

And with that, he pushes inside, his head falling into the crook of your neck with a sigh of relief at finally feeling your walls clenching around his throbbing length. The stretch of his girth stings, but it makes you feel so deliciously full, so perfectly whole to be connected to Jungkook like this that all you can get out is another soft I love you that earns a blissful smile from your boyfriend as he starts to move.

Each stroke makes you lose your breath, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot just right. It's when Jungkook takes your nipple into his mouth that you feel a second orgasm start to build, one hand gripping the sheets as the other drags scratch marks down his muscular back in blissful agony.

It's not long before Jungkook spills inside you with a deep growl, your own high hitting you as you feel him coat your walls. He collapses onto your chest, breaths deep and exhausted, and wraps you in his arms before you can even catch your breath.

Jungkook pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and places a kiss to the top of your head. He's so warm you feel yourself start to drift off into a blissful sleep, the smile on your lips never faltering.

"I love you too." Is the last thing you hear him say before sleep takes you under, and you're safe wrapped up in each other's arms.

When you open your eyes, the room is warm with sunset's rose tinted blush, and Jungkook's body is no longer beside you. Rubbing your bleary eyes, you sit up on your elbow and find him on the ground in front of the freshly painted wall, intricate petals and stems flowing from the end of the paintbrush he delicately waves across the surface to paint the prettiest sunflower you've ever seen.

"I'm home!" You hear your boyfriend yell out as he shuffles into the apartment, quickly followed by a yelp. "Hey, Gureum, stop trying to lick my face!"

You can't stop the smile that spreads across your features when a ball of white fluff comes bounding into the living room, the puppy that excitedly jumps into your arms tracking a trail of muddy paw prints over the script in your hands.

"Hey Gureum," You coo, scratching him behind the ears where you know his sweet spot is. "You're such a good boy, huh?"

"Don't praise him! He totally ran away from me in Central Park and I had to chase him all the way home!" You can practically hear Jungkook's eye roll, shaking your head fondly at the mock annoyance in his voice. It was Jungkook who begged you to adopt a puppy for months in the first place, and they've been more or less inseparable ever since — the little guy hardly ever leaves his side. It's safe to say Jungkook is definitely Gureum's favourite.

The smell of coffee and fresh bagels wafts through the apartment, a warm sensation settling in your stomach as your boyfriend rounds the corner and waves a brown paper bag.

"Still got us enough coffee to stay up all night learning lines though." Jungkook grins, dumping the contents onto the coffee table and raising his eyebrows when your hands dart straight for the chocolate cookies. "Speaking of learning lines, how is it going, pretty?"

He nods towards the script in your hand. It's worn at the edges and ferociously dog eared from all the nights you have stayed up until sunrise reciting the words littered across the pages over and over, until it's like your lips are moving by muscle memory and the words are a part of you.

After what felt like hundreds of failed auditions, you had started to lose hope. With every letter that landed on the porch with another SORRY or MAYBE NEXT TIME, you felt all the confidence in the dream you worked so hard to uncover start to dwindle.

But Jungkook was always there, by your side no matter what. Encouraging you when you forgot your lines or holding you when you didn't get the callback. Reminding you to eat whenever you were too absorbed in your work to cook or cheering you on from the crowd at your weekly improv performances.

It was Jungkook who cried with you when the director of the small theatre downtown called and gave you the lead part in his upcoming stage production. Your big break. And you were determined to make sure everything ran smoothly at opening night tomorrow, which is how you find yourself snuggled up on the couch rewinding your VHS copy of Dirty Dancing over and over again until you have every word memorised by heart.

"Pretty good." You say as you pop a salted peanut into your mouth while Jungkook slips out of his tweed jacket. He's been trying to dress more New-York-ish these days, or so he says. More dress pants and less sweats. "Final rehearsals start at five."

"Aren't you nervous?" Jungkook squishes into the space beside you, Gureum cuddling up between your bodies.

Tomorrow night's show is sold out, along with every night after that for the next week. You heard there were going to be at least 700 people there each night.

"Terribly." You admit, stomach churning at the thought of 700 pairs of eyes staring right at you. You try to focus on the fizzing excitement that lingers there too, growing stronger and stronger. "But I think I'm more excited".

"I'm excited to see you up there doing what you love." Jungkook smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "My star."

"Well don't get too excited because I still keep messing up this one goddamn scene," You flip the script to a page covered in bright highlighter scribbles and run your fingers through your hair exasperatedly. "I'm totally gonna mess it up and then I'll never get another job and—"

"Shhh," Jungkook takes the script from your hands and runs his eyes over it quickly. "Don't talk like that. You're gonna be amazing — hold up..." He raises an eyebrow. "Is this...the kiss scene?"

You feel your cheeks redden, voice small. "Yes."

"Then you're in luck because who better to help you practice than the best kisser in all of New York?"

You snort. "Wow, I sure could use some of your expertise Good-Sir-Makes-Out-A-Lot."

"Then you're in the right place..." He runs his finger over the script, jabbing at one line in particular.

[Johnny and Baby kiss.]

"Let's start here, hm? For practice, obviously."

"For practice." Your eyes roll but your heart still beats a little faster as he closes the space between you, hand pressing into the wall so his sturdy body hovers over yours, hands instinctively pulling him closer by the collar.

"Come give me a kiss, m'lady..." Jungkook murmurs, but before he can tilt your chin up towards his lips there's a sudden series of frantic knocks at the front door.

"What the heck?"

You both jump out of your skin, Jungkook's eyes narrowing as he glances over his shoulder at the shadowy figure outside, fist pounding the glass fervently, like they're trying to break it down.

"Okay, damn, I'm coming!" He yells with a roll of his eyes. He wraps the blanket around your shoulders as he hops up from the couch with a sigh. "Probably just some dumb marketer again or something — dude, chill! I said I'm coming! — be right back."

The lock slides open and you hear Jungkook gasp. Your stomach drops. "Who is it?"

"Uh, Y/N..." You hear the door click shut and the sound of squeaky shoes shuffling inside. The anxiety in Jungkook's voice makes your heart skip. "You might wanna come see this."

"Huh?" Your legs feel shaky as you follow him out into the hall, chest seizing when you lay eyes on the dripping wet hair and chattering teeth of the shivering man stood before you, eyes dark and grave like they used to be.

"Taehyung?" You splutter, ripping the blanket from around your shoulders and swaddling him in it as quickly as you can, Jungkook already bounding into the other room to get dry clothes and towels after shooting you a terrified glance.

Taehyung grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a tight embrace. His cheeks are wet against your shoulder, but you can't tell if it's because he's been crying or because he's been out in the freezing cold rain — hold on, did he walk here?

"Y/N," He murmurs frantically, eyes darting back and forth but never quite focusing on anything. You knew this look. This is how he looked that day you found out about the accident. Murky, far far away. Devastatingly sad. Something wasn't right.

"What is it?" You ask, pulling him into the living room and sitting him on the couch before his shaking knees buckle beneath him. "What are you doing here, Tae?"

"It's...it's the Crestmont." He whispers.

"What about the Crestmont?" Jungkook appears behind Taehyung, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, but it's like your brother doesn't even feel it.

"They're tearing it down." He mumbles. "They're tearing down the Crestmont. Forever."

"Okay, now let's start from the beginning."

Jungkook's calm voice lilts from beside Taehyung who, after a warm shower and two cups of cocoa, has stopped shivering and seems to be ready to talk.

A hand reaches across the coffee table to tug on your wrist mid-lift to your mouth, a reminder from Jungkook to stop biting your nails. An old nervous habit you thought you'd left behind in Ocean City but apparently more than just Taehyung showed up here unannounced tonight.

"I...I got a call this morning." Taehyung begins, pausing to take a sip from the mug he cradles in his lap. His hands are shaking so he places it on the coffee table for safe keeping, right beside your discarded script. "It was from a construction company."

"And?" You prod, somewhat impatiently, making Taehyung jump.

"And apparently the owner of the theatre is behind on rent and...and..." He swallows hard. "And they're buying the rights to tear it down and build an apartment complex in its place."

"What?" Both you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time.

Jungkook's fists clench. "I always knew that old man was shady."

Taehyung fumbles in the pocket of the coat he arrived with, retrieving a brochure which he thrusts towards you.

The image on the front is of a metal skyscraper, far too shiny and new to belong in a seaside town like Ocean City. Fusion Apartments — modern living.

Jungkook rakes a hand through his hair, eyes sorrowful as you pass it over to him. "This sucks. Big time." He murmurs. "The Crestmont is the heart of Ocean City. How can they just bulldoze it like it means nothing?"

"That's why..." Taehyung swallows. "That's why I came here. I thought maybe you guys could help me, and we could do something before they—"

"We?" You furrow your brows. "You want us to help stop them from tearing down the Crestmont?"

"I mean yeah, I guess? I figured you guys would understand how important it is—"

You bite your lip. Taehyung flinches when you place a hand on his knee. "Tae. It seems like they've already got it figured out I mean...what can we do about it? The Crestmont has had a long run and maybe it's time for something new in Ocean City..."

"Y/N?" Jungkook warns, but there's a betrayal in his voice. How could you say that? It pains you, but you continue anyway. "What are you saying?"

"I just...I think it's time to let the Crestmont go."

Taehyung stands up so abruptly his mug smashes onto the marble tile.

"How could you?" He roars, but his bottom lip trembles. "The Crestmont is mom's place! It's all we have left of her in that fucking town and you want to just let them burn it to the ground?"

You tut, kneeling to pick up the broken pieces of china with a sharp glance at your brother. "For goodness sake, Taehyung. Mom isn't there anymore. She never was. She was always running off with some roadies and leaving us behind because she thought she was something special."

Taehyung scoffs. "What? Just like you?" He grabs the cocoa sodden script, crumpling it up in his shaking fist. "You are exactly the same as her. Running off to New York and leaving me behind to get your big break."

Jungkook steps forward warily. "Taehyung, you don't mean that—"

"Yes I do! If Y/N had just gotten in the car that day she wouldn't have died. It was all her fault. And now she's just gonna let them take what we have left of her."

"What?" Jungkook blinks.

Your stomach sinks. Is that really what Taehyung thinks? You wouldn't blame him. Deep down, his words strike a nerve. Because you know they're true.

Taehyung's eyes are hazy, unfocused. You reach for him dizzily, but he backs away into the hall.

"I shouldn't have come here." Taehyung whispers. He looks between you and Jungkook one last time before he's grabbing his coat and running down the steps to the first floor.

"Taehyung, wait!" You hear Jungkook's footsteps follow him out into the stairwell, but you're trapped on the ground, heaving for air.

Your hands shake as you pull yourself up to the window pane and watch Taehyung disappear into the gloom of the city, the sorrowful raindrops that lash against the glass mirroring the ones on your cheeks.

YOU: Taehyung??? YOU: [CALL IGNORED] YOU: please Tae YOU: can we at least talk about this? YOU: we're worried about you

It's been nearly 12 hours since you watched Taehyung disappear among the hustle and bustle of New York from your apartment window.

You and Jungkook were out all night searching for him. By the time you gave up the sun was rising and the birds were chirping and Jungkook somehow convinced your shivering form to return home to rest with a Taehyung shaped hole in your heart.

"It'll be okay. He'll be okay. He always is."

A phone call to your dad revealed he hadn't returned home that night; so where did he go exactly?

The weight of that question sits heavy in your chest as you sit backstage at the theatre, staring into your own vacant eyes in the dressing room mirror.

It's opening night. The show is due to start in fifteen minutes. Your lips are painted a deep shade of red, hair backcombed to perfection by one of the makeup artists. Beneath the harsh lights of the exposed bulbs that line the mirror, you look almost unrecognisable.

Confident, strong, successful.

Anyone would say your dreams had come true, or something sappy to that effect. But even as you sit among the hustle and bustle of the costume team and breathe in the fragrance of perfume and powder blush, you couldn't feel further away from the New York version of yourself if you tried.

Staring back at you is a reflection of the shy, terrified girl from Ocean City you worked so hard to forget. Yet here she is, mind whirring with worries for her brother instead of the lines she should be rehearsing to death before curtain call.

This should be your big moment. One which you will remember forever. But all you want to do right now is hold Taehyung close like you used to and tell him you're sorry and that you won't leave him again.

"Y/N!" You're snapped out of your thoughts by a familiar hand on your shoulder. You cover it with your own, instantly eased somewhat when you glance up and lock eyes with Jungkook in the mirror.

"Y/N, I found him."

"What?!" You jump to your feet, chair scraping obscenely. It draws the eyes of the people around you who quickly register Jungkook's polite smile as their cue to shuffle out of the dressing room and leave you two to talk. "Where is he? I need to talk to him—"

"He's not coming."

"What?"

Jungkook sinks into the chair beside you, forehead creased. He runs a hand through his hair and momentarily you catch a glimpse of the old Jungkook. The Jungkook that always took care of his best friend Taehyung.

"I...I gave him a ticket for the show tonight and told him to come. To see how much this really means to you...but—"

Your finger nails press half moons into your palms. "But what, Kook?"

"He was already leaving for Ocean City."

A sob wracks your frame. "Do you think he hates me?"

Jungkook's arms engulf you before the first tear can roll down your cheek, his chin tucking perfectly into the cleft of your shoulder. "Of course not, he's just...he's hurting right now."

"I can't lose him — not like this, Kook..."

"Shh. It'll all be okay."

You jump back and start to pace. "But it's not okay! What he said last night is true!"

Jungkook sucks in a breath. "What?"

Your knees buckle and you crumple. You can hardly breathe, shame washing over you as you admit the truth for the first time.

"I caused the accident! I'm the reason my mom's...she's..."

Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulder, voice soothing. "What are you talking about?"

"The night of the accident she got a call from some big buck director. She was cast in this huge movie. Her big break." You're speaking to fast, but Jungkook nods to tell you he's listening.

"So she told Taehyung and I we were leaving for New York that night. And we were packing our bags before my dad got home and...and I said I wasn't coming. I didn't wanna leave Ocean City behind."

"I kicked and cried and said I didn't want to go, so her and Taehyung took off by themselves and that's when they got into the crash. She was upset and going too fast. It was all because of me." You start to sob. You've never admitted this to anyone before. Not even yourself. It tears your heart in two to say it out loud. "I'm the reason Taehyung's broken."

"You can't think like that." Jungkook clasps your face in his hands, thumb wiping away a stray tear. He looks scared, but his voice stays calm and convincing. "What happened was an accident. You were a kid. None of this is your fault."

"That's why Taehyung must hate me so much." You choke. "I'm doing what mom always wanted to, but she never had the chance because of me."

"Y/N?" A crew member steps into the room awkwardly with a cough. "I'm sorry to interrupt but the show is about to start. The audience is getting restless."

"Go. I'll take care of Taehyung, okay?" Jungkook pulls you to your feet, engulfing you in a final hug before he pushes you towards the stage entrance at the small of your back. "You're needed out there. Show them what you're made of."

Your eyes widen. This can't be happening. Not now.

"I...I can't."

"You can." Jungkook grabs your face and captures your lips, hard. It tastes salty with tears. "You're my star remember?"

"I love you." You whisper when you pull back, fingers reaching for him weakly as a costume designer hurries you towards the door.

"I love you too." Jungkook calls. His smile is the last thing you see before the door slams shut and there's no going back. "Now go break a leg, pretty!"

Particles of dust float in and out of your vision beneath the blinding stage lights.

Everything feels different from side stage. Your heart races as you press your ear to the velvet curtain separating you from the world, listening to the hubbub of laughing children and chattering adults filtering into the theatre. You imagine them taking their seats, buying icecream from the vendors, alive with anticipation.

The lights dim. You hear the director behind you, shouting something about places please! but it's like you're underwater, limbs weighted as you move like a ghost to your position for the opening number.

Your palms are clammy and you wipe them on your dress.

Show starting in 5...

Your legs turn to jelly. You close your eyes and try to calm your racing thoughts.

4...

Taehyung. Is he okay? Why didn't he come tonight?

3...

Shit! What was your opening line again? Goddamnit, Y/N, think!

2...

Mom. Would she be proud?

1...

You open your eyes.

The curtain is gone, and a pair of hands pushes you out into the harsh white spotlight. You shield your eyes with your fingers, heart dropping when you look up and find hundreds of eyes staring. Staring right at you.

It's like you're on the edge of a cliff, about to dive into the cool water below. Or fall.

Everything starts to blur. You're a teenager again, stood on the stage at the Crestmont. Panic rises like bile in your throat, and you don't know whether to scream or to run.

Run. Run. Run.

Your mouth opens, then closes. There's an awkward cough from the audience. Words run your mind in circles, but none of them are right, and before they can reach your lips they evaporate on your tongue.

Your panicked eyes roam the sea of seats that zoom in and out of focus. Your knees buckle, and you're sure you are going to pass out right here in front of everyone, but then your eyes meet a familiar pair of brown ones that makes the room stop spinning for a moment.

Jungkook. He's smiling at you, fingers crossed in his lap. There's not a trace of nerves in his gaze as he nods for you to go ahead.

I believe in you.

Just then the door to the theatre flies open and every head in the audience turns towards the darkly clothed figure shuffling through the aisles, mumbling sorry's and excuse me's until he reaches the empty seat beside your boyfriend.

He lets down his hood, shakes free a head of blonde hair that's still damp from the rain. He's out of breath, like he ran here.

Taehyung.

Your brother looks up at you, frozen in place, and his eyes soften. He flashes you a thumbs up and his lips curl around the four words you needed to hear.

You can do this.

And just like that, the panic disappears. The words come flooding back, and your body flies into action, moving across the stage

You forget all about the fear, and the anxiety, and Taehyung and the Crestmont. For now it's just you and the stage, together in harmony.

And you've never felt more alive than when you take your final bow and the crowd roars to life, just like you always imagined it would.

Your jaw hurts from smiling, and before you know it you're crying. Because when you squint against the theatre lights, you see Taehyung and Jungkook in the front row, holding each other and shouting your name.

Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!

"Hey! Be careful!"

The bouquet of congratulatory geraniums cradled in your arms gets crushed between your body and your brother's. He practically tackled you as soon as you entered the dressing room, carried on the cheering shoulders of the other cast and crew members.

"Holy shit." Taehyung holds you at arms length. His eyes are ringed red around the edges. "You were amazing, Y/N."

"You really think so?" Tears start to well and you're so happy to see him that you throw your arms around his waist. "I'm so glad you came, Tae."

"Yeah. You were just like her." He smiles. "Just like mom."

You share a small, sad smile. You've heard those words all your life but it feels different when it comes from Taehyung.

Jungkook pops his head into the room. He catches your eye over Taehyung's shoulder, and flashes you a small smile when he sees you cradling him in your arms.

Talk to him. He mouths, and you're suddenly reminded of why Taehyung came here in the first place.

"Hey listen—"

"Taehyung—"

You both start to talk, bursting into easy laughter when the other stops, seemingly hit with the same idea at the same time.

"You go first." You smile, encouragingly.

"Okay." He pulls you over to the couch. "I'm just...I'm sorry for storming out last night. I shouldn't have come here and expected you to help me—"

"No, stop. I'm sorry." You place a hand over his. "I want to help." You hold an arm out to Jungkook, who crosses the room and slides his hand into yours. "We want to help. We want to save the Crestmont."

Taehyung's eyes bulge. His voice drops to a whisper. "Really?"

"You were right. The Crestmont was mom's place."

You think about how it felt to be out there on the stage, in front of a crowd cheering your name. The excitement, the exhilaration. Your first stage.

The Crestmont is your mom's first stage. It's where she felt those same emotions for the first time. You can't let it be demolished. Not for anything.

"She deserves a legacy. We can't let them tear it down. I don't know how yet, but we'll save it."

"Thank you." A tear streaks his cheek, and his arms pull you and Jungkook into a tight bear hug.

"Thank you. For showing me what really matters, Tae." You whisper. "Let's do this together, okay?"

"For mom."

Taehyung holds out his pinky finger, and you link yours with his.

"For mom."

Where things go wrong.

Six months later.

Every second that passes is marked by a deafening tick from the kitchen clock.

Jungkook was supposed to be home 10 minutes ago. You're sat alone at the dinner table, a carefully presented meal for two spread across your mom's old polka dot table cloth. You even lit candles.

With a sigh you drop your chin into your hand, absentmindedly pushing your spaghetti around the dish while your eyes remain trained to the front door that will open any moment.

To be honest, it's been months since you and Jungkook shared a meal together. He spends most of his nights in his office, hunched over his laptop staring at the blinking cursor on some script he'll never finish. And ever since Jungkook's big script got rejected and he fell into a slump of no work, he had to get a job at a local convenience store all day for some spare cash to get you through the month.

You know he hates it. He hates the rude customers and how he can never shower the smell of grease out of his hair.

You know the bickering that turned into arguing that turned into fighting was just a result of his restless aggravation at being shot down too many times. Of watching his dream slip right through his fingers.

But you haven't exactly been as understanding as you should have been. You're overworked too, with the play, and The Crestmont, and you hate how easy it was to accept sleeping apart and missing dinner dates.

So you texted him to tell him you were making dinner tonight. A cease fire of sorts, or maybe just a feeble attempt at glueing back together the cracks that have appeared between you recently with pasta sauce and meatballs.

But he's late. Again.

And it makes you wonder whether there was any point in trying.

"Y/N?"

A gravelly voice jolts you out of your thoughts. Keys jangle onto the counter, shoes are slipped from feet and thrown into the storage cupboard with the creaky door.

"I'm in here." Your voice sounds meek, but you straighten and muster up a smile. To show at least one of you is making an effort.

Jungkook appears in the doorway, clad in his ugly traffic cone orange uniform. His shoulders are slumped, bangs limply stuck to his forehead. He looks tired, exhausted.

"What's all this?" He nods disinterestedly towards your untouched homemade buffet before heading to the sink to fix himself a glass of water.

"Dinner." You cough. He stiffens. "Remember?"

"Oh." He scratches the back of his neck. His eyes flash with something close to guilt momentarily, but then he smoothes it out. "Yeah. Dinner."

"It's okay, you're not too late. We can just heat this up in the microwave—"

"I already ate, Y/N." The glass in his hand slams onto the counter a little too loudly. "At the store."

You can't hide the way your face drops.

"Please." You whisper. "For me?"

Jungkook stares at you for a few seconds, unblinking, before he exhales shakily and pulls out the seat opposite you.

"What's on the menu?" He asks, hands already grabbing for the bottle of red wine in the middle of the table without so much as a glance at the food you worked so hard to prepare.

"Pasta."

"Right."

An uncomfortable silence settles. Jungkook nibbles at a meatball, and you suddenly feel too sick to the stomach to keep anything down.

You jump when Jungkook's fork clatters to the table. He wipes pasta sauce from the corners of his mouth with a napkin and you're sure you can see a slight tremor in his grasp.

"There's something I need to tell you."

His words ring out into the deafening silence that shrouds the apartment. You train your eyes to the candle in the middle of the table that flickers back and forth and carefully place down your own cutlery.

"Should I be worried?"

"No...I mean, I don't know. Maybe." Jungkook waves his hands around and when his eyes meet yours they're distant. Like the table that separates you spans oceans. "Just promise not to freak out."

"I'm not promising anything. Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shifts and the cheap flat pack dining chairs you bought when you moved in creak like they always do. "I...I got a movie deal. They loved the script I told them I've been working on and they want me to direct it."

Your heart fills with something sweet; pride. Even despite your downs recently this is still incredible news. You knew your boyfriend should be ecstatic...so why is he staring intently at the table cloth like it killed his whole family? "That's awesome, Kook. So what's the problem?"

"I gave them a different script."

Something shifts in the air. You hold your breath.

"Huh?"

"The script. The one you told me to burn before we came to New York. The one about you...your life."

Your blood runs cold and it's like your frozen. Just searching through the never ending blackness behind Jungkook's eyes that fails to falter, no matter how hard you pinch your inner thigh and hope you're about to wake up from a bad dream.

"You wouldn't." Your voice sounds strained and Jungkook doesn't even flinch. "You...I don't believe you."

"I'm sorry." He runs an exasperated hand through his hair. "It's just that they hated the first one and I wanted this deal so bad. It's a once in a lifetime chance Y/N, don't you see?"

The boy staring back at you isn't the sweet and sensitive Jungkook from Ocean City or the strong and passionate man from New York. His words get all mixed up in your head as you repeat them over and over and it's as if you don't even know him at all. All you can feel now is betrayal. And just like that all the anger that has been building inside you for months explodes.

"So my life is just a fucking plot for one of your indie movies, Jungkook?"

"It's always your life isn't it? Never mine." He slams his hands on the table hard enough to make your insides shake. "Ever since we came to New York I've supported you, sat back and watched as you achieved all your dreams. And it hurts, Y/N. To come home from my dead end job, and write another goddamn script that nobody wants to even read."

"I came to New York because of you!" You don't even realise you're crying until you taste the hot salty tears that won't seem to stop. "I came here so you could make it big! You're the one who encouraged me to audition for the play in the first place!"

"God, are you really that naive? Don't you see? I came to New York because I saw how much it meant to you." Jungkook lowers his voice, and there's something in his words that makes your heart twist. Pain. His eyes look watery and you long to reach out for him. Like the skin on skin contact will somehow make all of this okay. "And not once have you ever considered how it might feel for me to sit back in your shadow."

"So that's what this is? Jealousy?" You shake your head and get up from the table and turn to leave, but Jungkook grasps your wrist.

"Why can't you be happy for me?"

"I am happy for you Jungkook. And I always will be." Your heart softens and you're reminded of the boyfriend you know. The boyfriend you love. You want to believe he's in there somewhere so you place your hand over his, and for a second he looks hopeful. "But this was never your story to tell. That's what hurts."

He drops your arm, gaze cold and distant. "Then I guess that's it then."

"What?"

The room starts to spin.

"If you can't accept my decision to go ahead with the project then I guess we can't do this anymore."

"This?" You whisper.

"Us."

"Jungkook...Are you saying we're over?"

He drops his head into his hands and lets out a sigh. "Maybe. I don't know."

"You don't know?" You chuckle but it's hollow, empty. "You don't know if you love me any more?"

Jungkook's face drops and he lurches towards you, but you step back.

"No, shit Y/N I didn't mean it like that!" He looks scared. "I was just angry and it slipped out."

"Don't." His arms reach for you again but the brush of his fingertips feels scalding hot, wrong. "Don't fucking touch me."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't lie to me Jungkook." Your vision is blurred with tears as you rip open the closet and yank out a suitcase. "You're not sorry. I was never your muse. I was just a stepping stool to the top."

"Where are you going?" Jungkook's crying now too. It comes out as a sob.

"Home." You say as you rip open your shared closet door and start throwing your things into the case. "I'm going home. Where I belong."

"I can't lose you like this. Please." He reaches for your wrist again but you're already half way to the door.

"Too late." You say. "I'm going home. And I'm never coming back."

The familiar scent of burned popcorn and candyfloss soothes you as you creep through the backdoor of the Crestmont. It always had a broken hinge which opened just enough for a body to squeeze through. Seems not a lot has changed since you left Ocean City.

It's dark inside. Silent too, without the popcorn machine running and the movie trailers playing on LED screens. You don't know what you expected. It's gone midnight by the time you get back to Ocean City, but you don't want to go home just yet.

Comfort washes over you as you run your fingers over the gilded edges of the counter, and slip beneath the hatch on auto pilot. It feels strange to be back here without the starched shirt and bow tie you used to hate. You've swapped out worn sneakers for heels that click against the tiles and you've performed on stages for crowd's bigger than the Crestmont's but here and now, you feel like yourself. Even though everything in your life has changed, you're still the same small town girl underneath it all.

Without thinking your legs carry you to the wall of fame. The faces smile up at you, like they're saying welcome back.

"Hey mom," You whisper, stopping momentarily in front of her portrait. You stared at it for so long as a kid that you have every detail committed to memory but seeing it up this close makes your breath hitch. "It's me."

With a sigh you force yourself past into the hall. Your hands tremble as you push open the door to the theatre. It's just how you remember it, sparkling gold and red velvet and mystery. But there's yellow tape strung up across all the seats and a sign has been propped up on the stage, red glaring letters burning a hole in your heart as you read them.

DANGER. DUE FOR DEMOLISHMENT. STAY AWAY.

All you can do is let your legs buckle, back sliding down the wall as you hug your knees to your chest and let out a throaty sob that echoes from the high ceiling.

When did everything go so wrong? You must be cursed. Everything you touch gets destroyed.

"Y/N?"

The lights flicker on, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. You wipe your tears, but that doesn't stop them from coming.

"Over here."

Your voice is small but a few seconds later Taehyung's face appears from behind one of the velvet seats. His eyes soften when he sees you curled up in the corner.

"What are you doing down here?" He clambers over the seat to join you, his long legs folded awkwardly in the small space.

"Having a one man party." You snort and point to your tear stained cheeks.

"Are you okay?" His hand covers yours and the contact makes you jump.

"Yes..." You sniff. He raises a brow. "No. Jungkook broke up with me."

Taehyung chokes. "What?!"

"I mean, we fought and then he...he said we were over." Your heart stabs painfully but you shrug. "So I came here. Didn't know where else to go."

He places an encouraging hand on your shoulder. "Listen...I know I haven't always been there for you when I should've. Hell, you always took care of me and I never even asked how you were doing." He offers a small smile. "But I'm here now. And you can tell me anything. If...if you want to."

A few seconds tick by in silence. You try to form a sentence but everything just comes back to the same three words.

"I miss mom." You blurt.

It echoes through the theatre, and you can practically hear the mermaids and the cupids painted on the ceiling gasp. It surprises you too, the combination of grief and relief that washes over you at finally admitting it.

"I know." Taehyung pulls you into his chest, lips whispering against your hair as you let out a sob and it's like all the sadness and denial is rushing out of you like a faucet, filling the whole room up like a water tank. You're terrified of the moment it gets too full, and you stop being able to breathe. "But you're a lot like her, y'know."

"That's exactly the problem!" Your words come out as a yell and it makes you both jump. "Everyone always says I look like her, I talk like her, I act like her. And I hated it for the longest time because I hated her for leaving us!"

"But without even realising it I became her, Tae. I did what I always said I wouldn't and became selfish. I hurt you, and Jungkook and even the Crestmont."

"That's not true."

"It is! And the worst part is I don't even hate her any more. I need her. To hold me, and tell me it's going to be alright. But she isn't here!"

"What does this have to do with Jungkook?"

"Jungkook wrote a script. A long time ago. About mom. And you and I. And everything that happened." You swallow, Taehyung's eyebrow raises though he doesn't look at all surprised by this information, nor as horrified as you that a record of your bleak shortcomings exists for anyone to read. "He got a movie deal. That's why we fought."

Taehyung hums. "You don't want him to make the movie?"

"It's not that I...I want to be happy for him. But I can't." You choke. "It's too painful. Remembering."

Accepting.

"When I said you were a lot like mom, I meant that you are headstrong." Taehyung pauses. "I felt that way once too. Like I hated mom and the goddamn world for taking her too soon. But in the end, the only person I hated was myself. Like however hard I tried I could never get over her, and all the pain I was pushing down into a dark place kept taunting me through the nightmares." He shivers, and you grip his hand tighter. "But one day I realised I don't have to be afraid of that pain any more. That pain is a part of me. But that doesn't mean I have to let it win."

"So what did you do?"

"I let myself feel it . I faced it. The only way I could let mom go was to stop running away." He pats your shoulder. "You need to set the girl in that script free, so you can move on."

And just like that, you're swimming...up, up, up, until you reach the surface of the water tank and you can take a heaving breath for the first time.

You throw your arms around his neck. It feels weird to hug him like this, but it's nice. "I missed you, Tae. Thank you.”

"I didn't do anything." He says. "The strength is inside you, you just need to find it. Just like you need to stop holding on to the past and let the new you shine for once."

You shake your head. "I need to talk to Jungkook. I don't know why I stormed off like that and..." You trail off. "Wait, how did you know I was here?"

Taehyung grins. "I didn't. I got called in to sort some paperwork and I noticed the back door ajar. Good thing it was you and not some crazy with a baseball bat, right?"

"At this time?" You nod to his still pyjama clad state. "Is it important?"

"Y/N," He laughs lightly. There's excitement shining in his eyes. "Someone just bought the Crestmont."

You scramble to your knees. "What?"

"We're staying open, and I get to keep my job."

And then you're hugging again, and laughing and crying because the Crestmont is going to be okay. You're going to be okay.

"That's incredible, Tae! Who is it? Who bought the Crestmont?"

"I don't know, it was an anonymous transaction. But the guy said he would be here...." He glances at his wrist watch, and as he does, the door creaks open. "Around now."

"Hello? Anyone here?" A familiar voice calls out.

"Jungkook?" Both of your jaws drop as you poke up from behind the seats. Sure enough your heart flutters when you see him, all wind swept and out of breath like he ran here.

"I thought you might be here." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Can we talk?"

The car ride to the pier was mostly silent. Jungkook borrowed his dad's old beat up truck -- it was that or his old bike with the pegs on the back -- and it still smelled like leather and petrol like it used to.

Everything about Ocean City is the same as you remember it. The pier stands strong atop the rocky sand, sea air deliciously fresh as it fills your lungs. The rolling waves shimmer like gold dust below the wisps of pink clouds that greet the rising sun. The beach is a peaceful view at this time. No tourists, all of yesterdays sandcastles swallowed by the sea spray. It took a couple hours to work through the paperwork so by now it's early morning — 5:30am according to your phone lockscreen.

It's chilly, and your skin is covered with goose bumps even despite Jungkook's suede jacket wrapped loosely around your shoulders. But you don't mind.

You've missed this. You've missed Ocean City.

"No ice cream, I'm afraid." The breeze ruffles Jungkook's hair as he emerges from the fairground and settles beside you with his legs poking through the rails. He flashes you an apologetic smile. "I guess the parlour doesn't open until 9..."

You feel a pang in your chest. Being here is like a serious case of deja vu. Countless hours spent in this very spot, eating vanilla scoops with rainbow sprinkles beside Jungkook used to be so normal. When did you grow so far apart that you're surprised he even remembers?

"Jungkook..." You swallow hard when you meet his eyes, hands longing to reach out and stroke the stream of sunrise on his cheek that makes his dark eyes sparkle. "We...we need to talk. About everything."

There's a moment of silence filled only by the calls of seagulls greeting the morning before he speaks. "I sold the script."

He sounds nervous. Like he's not quite sure what your reaction will be.

You swallow. "And you used the money to buy the Crestmont?"

"Yeah." He says matter of factly, scratching a phantom itch at his nape. "I guess I did."

"Why?" Your voice is small.

"I can't loose you, Y/N." He murmurs. "Just like you can't loose your mom. The Crestmont was her everything. But you are mine. And loosing the Crestmont would be loosing a piece of you, and I couldn't stand that."

The breeze ruffles his hair as he reaches for your hand and links your fingers and squeezes hard. You don't make any move to stop him. You know what it means, so you squeeze back and return the sentiment. I'm sorry.

Before you can stop yourself you lurch forward, arms curling around his neck and it's like coming home. His hands pull you flush to his chest, hearts beating in sync and you know everything is going to be okay now.

"Thank you." You whisper against his nape. A tear rolls down your cheek and soaks into his collar and before you know it you're blubbering. "Thank you so much, Kook."

"You aren't mad?" His voice is muffled but you can hear the quirk of his brow.

"Mad? No..no..." You lean back and wipe your eyes with your sleeve. "But what about the movie? And your dream to be a director and--"

Jungkook grabs your shoulders. His own eyes are glassy as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

"That was never what mattered to me, Y/N. Not even a little bit. There's one reason I went to New York and it's the same reason I came back to Ocean City tonight. You."

"But--"

"No but's. As long as we're together, I'm already living my dream." His lips turn up into a smile, his eyes tracing your face like it's the first time and he can't get enough. "And I never ever want to wake up."

You shift in your spot to face him properly for the first time, and emotion hits you like a tidal wave. It's like all of a sudden you realize how stupid you've been; to fight with the man before you, a man who only knows kindness, about the trivial when the things that mattered the most were always right here, in front of you. The things that mattered most were always in Ocean City.

You brace your hands on his shoulders and lean up so your lips are inches apart. His eyes fall shut naturally, and you can't help but laugh with what you can only describe as one thing: happiness.

"I love you." You whisper against his lips. A warm palm cups your jaw and closes the distance between them and you're almost too lost in the way Jungkook's kiss takes your breath away to hear his response.

"I love you too."

"Sooo..." You bite your lip with a coy smile when Jungkook pulls away, the blush upon his cheeks scarlet beneath the sun which is rapidly rising. "I take it we're no longer broken up?"

"Well duh," He swats you playfully. "You think I'd do all this just to dump your ass?"

"Hey!" You pout. "I dumped your ass."

Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh.

"Besides," He glances out over the horizon nonchalantly and shrugs. "I'm gonna need help if I'm gonna start my own film company and run the Crestmont."

Your jaw drops. "A what now?"

"A film company." He explains. "A different type of film company, right here in Ocean City. For the outcasts like me who have a vision that even the biggest names in New York can't see yet." He smiles, so big and bright it makes your heart leap. "I'm gonna show them, Y/N. And everything I need to do it is right here in Ocean City."

"I know you will. I never doubted you for a second." You take his hand and link your fingers, squeezing hard. "And you bet your ass I'll be front row to watch each and every one, Jeon Jungkook."

Epilogue.

"Just keep your eyes shut!"

"I already know where we're going, so why can't I look?" You laugh, attempting and failing to tug Jungkook's interlocked fingers away from your eyes.

"Shush, it's a surprise! Just roll with it."

A surprise. That's what Jungkook said earlier too when he woke you up at the crack of dawn by throwing a dress at your head and telling you to meet him outside in the truck in 10 minutes or else.

By the time you pulled up into the familiar parking lot of your not-so-mysterious destination, the sky was already aflame with the glow of morning skimming the horizon, and Jungkook practically leapt out of the truck, palms unusually sweaty as he grasped your hand and pulled you towards the path quicker than your feet could carry you.

"What's the hurry, Kook?" You get out between heavy breaths, quads burning as the path gets steeper beneath your feet.

Come to think of it, your boyfriend has been acting strangely all week. Like hiding things behind his back when you walk into a room or talking in hushed whispers on the phone to Taehyung when he thought you were sleeping.

"You'll see." The path levels out and you stop. Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, chin tucked into the cleft of your shoulder like a perfect puzzle piece. "Okay. Now you can look."

You round the corner, heart racing when your eyes flutter open and your vision is filled with a sea of yellow flowers. Your place.

The meadow is just how you left it, tall grass and sunny blooms dancing beneath the rays of morning sun peeking out from between the clouds. A warmth spreads through your chest and you both laugh when Gureum lets out an excited yelp, before bounding off between the stems playfully.

"I think the little guy wants us to follow him." Jungkook raises a brow and throws you a knowing shrug.

Excitement flutters in your stomach like a butterfly trapped between cupped palms. "How could I refuse?"

Fingers interlinked, you part the sunflowers and jog after the ball off fluff bouncing across the meadow, the breeze cool and forgiving as it ruffles the strands of hair that billow behind you.

Eventually you reach the clearing, and Gureum wags his tail at you proudly when you stoop down to scratch him behind his ears.

The sun reflects in Jungkook's eyes, turning them a warm golden brown. "Turn around."

You spin on your heels with a questioning glance. "Why?" That's when you see it. The spot where everything began. The tree where Jungkook kissed you all those years ago has bloomed with fragrant blossoms, and twinkle lights glow like tiny stars around it's branches. A blanket is laid out in the sun flecked shade beneath it, littered with feather cushions and lanterns and a trail of sunflower petals that begin at your feet.

"You did this?" You take his chin in your palms, face beaming despite the tears that have started to blur your vision. "Oh, Kook."

"Surprise." He smiles knowingly, grabbing you from behind and spinning you round and round until you both land with a soft thump in the middle of the outdoor cushion fort. "You haven't even seen the best part yet." He says with a nod to his right.

It's then that you notice the white sheet that's strung up a couple meters away between the trunks of two trees, Jungkook's vintage projector set up in front of it.

"What is this?" You ask, bewilderment evident in your voice.

"Gureum, would you do the honours?" Jungkook chuckles, extending a finger to point at a remote that your puppy obediently picks up with his teeth and drops into your lap with a wag of his tail.

Jungkook tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and takes a deep breath, like he's been waiting for this moment for a long time. "Go ahead. Press play and find out."

Your head shakes fondly, but your fingers tremble with anticipation as they find the PLAY button. You press it and the projector starts turning, a light flicking on at the top that makes a grainy image appear on the sheet.

The first scene is you. A teenager, dancing through the sunflower field, laughter spilling from your lips. The first time you hung out. And then it switches. You, again. Cleaning up a spill at the Crestmont, unaware of the camera. You. Paint in your hair as Jungkook chases you around the apartment in New York. You. Tears in your eyes as you hold baby Gureum for the first time. You. Asleep on Jungkook's shoulder on the subway, the camera panning to his face which lights up in a big grin, lips mouthing three words.

I love you.

Tears are hot on your cheeks, laughing as you remember the good moments and the bad, the funny and the sad, all immortalized forever through Jungkook's eyes.

The film fades out, and you throw your arms around your boyfriends neck. He chuckles when you tackle him to the ground, throwing a leg over his lap so that you can lean down and capture his lips between yours in a kiss that says all the words you want to say but you don't know how to. I love you too.

"I take it you liked it, then?" Jungkook says coyly, thumb stroking your cheek.

"It was beautiful Jungkook." You place your hand over his. "Now I know why you're always goddamn filming me."

"What can I say? You're my muse."

"Shut up." You punch him playfully. "You're gonna make me blush."

It's Jungkook's cheeks that flush pink. "Actually..." He starts to sit up, fumbling around in his back pocket. "There's something else."

"Oh?"

He clears his throat. "The first time we came to this place I knew I loved you. Back then, I said I wanted to show you what I found most beautiful. And it was you. It's always been you." He takes your hand, grip tight. "When we met we were just kids with big dreams. We might be older now but heck -- I still don't know what I'm doing. All I know is dreams come and go but you never left. You always stayed by my side. Which is why I want to promise you something."

"What, Kook?" You manage to whisper. Your heart is beating a million miles a minute in your ears. Is this what you think it is?

Jungkook swallows hard, eyes boring into yours.

"That I'll go wherever you go. New York, across oceans, up mountains -- you name it. As long as we're together, everything will be okay. So that's why I wanted to ask..." His fingers tremble as he produces a tiny black box, flicking it open to reveal a ring that sparkles see through in the sun. "Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Oh Jungkook," You throw your arms around his neck, overcome with emotion now as you capture his lips with your own. "Of course I'll marry you. You didn't even have to ask."

He lets out a sigh of relief, and then he's spinning you around in circles until you're both dizzy with love and belly laughter.

"I love you." He whispers, eyes shiny. His hand gently grasps your wrist as he slides the ring onto your finger.

You've heard him say it a hundred times before, but this time it's different. This time it's forever. Your heart flutters.

"I love you too, Kook."

Where there are new beginnings

Ocean City is the same as it always was.

You wake up each morning to the distant crash or waves, and you fall asleep each night to the tinkling fairground music that makes your heart sing. Tourists come and go, flooding the casinos and eating churros on the beach.

The Crestmont is doing better than ever. Once Taehyung took over as owner, the theatre became the heart of the city, attracting visitors from near and far to see the renowned plays directed by none other than Jeon Jungkook, the most sought after playwright and filmographer in all of the East Coast.

And then there's you. Ever since you starred in one of Jungkook's plays, about a girl from a seaside city moving to New York with big dreams, there's been no shortage of movie deals and acting opportunities thrown your way.

But in the end, you always find yourself coming back to Ocean City.

Tonight the Crestmont reopens for business after some much needed renovations. Taehyung is throwing a party, and there will be plenty of big Hollywood faces attending to see the brand new theatre and the updated __.

But one thing will always remain the same. The picture of your mom hung in the gallery. Her big smile is the heart of the Crestmont, greeting each and every visitor with pride.

And in the empty frame at the end of the wall of fame, there's a new picture.

You. Smiling, with your hair over one shoulder, just how you imagined. And beside you is Jungkook, with his arm wrapped around your waist and Taehyung holding Gureum and making a silly peace sign behind your head.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

Okay so hi if you’re still here!! I decided to put this at the end because I didn’t wanna spoil the ending so please send love to @brekkiejeon !! They sent me the request for the ending of this fic all the way back in January and i’m trash and took like 7 months to finish writing it so i hope you enjoyed it even so lovely !!! <3 thank you for the request and sorry for the wait, this one really got me creative lol!

Also I’d like to dedicate the smut in this fic to @atastefulwonderland because I know you love some good ole JK loving!! Hehe, ily~~

Also lemme know if this was bad because I never usually give OC so much backstory because I want it to be as relatable to the reader as poss obvi but these characters wrote themselves lmao like i’m just the writer i had no control okay???? I just do what these mfkers say. LOL.

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MASTERLIST Updated 03/20/2021

COMPLETED AO3 FICS [Kim Taehyung/Park Jimin]

1. The Sound of Your Heart

Summary: There was something so easy about it, it was almost scary. Taehyung didn’t want to feel this way, didn’t want to feel this overwhelming fondness; but not unlike his head, his heart was hard to persuade once it had decided a path. And Taehyung was scared that it had decided on the mute new boy with pretty features and a warm smile.

Words: 144,014

2. All the King's Men

Summary: Castle servants Jimin and Taehyung find themselves involved in a game with the Crown Prince.

Words: 52,531

3. golden haze

Summary: Taehyung watches Jimin’s mouth twist into a pout, forming the word ‘fucking’ with his thick lips before he’s whipping out his translation device again. Taehyung doesn’t have time to stop him when various pornographic images pop up on his holographic screen, Jimin’s eyes widening with intrigue, his mouth falling open at the suggestive images in front of him.

(or: lonely college student taehyung harbors an alien fugitive in his apartment. nothing goes as planned.)

Words: 34,850

4. Drag'on Together (Love Is Its Own Magic)

Summary: “I swear to God, Taehyung if you stop to pick up one more rock because you think it might be some sort of rare stone, I’m leaving you here,” Jimin huffs as he tries to sound intimidating.

“Jiminnie, we both know you wouldn’t survive a minute without me, so stop with the empty threats, okay?” Taehyung replies, happily ignoring his dark-haired friend.

Jimin would argue, he would, if it wasn’t for the fact that Taehyung was right.

The time Taehyung and Jimin finds a blue rock and it turns out to be so much more.

Words: 30,554

5. even the weariest river

Summary: It's moments like this that make Taehyung panic. The open derision on each courtier's face, the scorn of his brother as he turns from his prey. The slit of Park Jimin's eyes, just barely open and dark and hateful, as Taehyung swallows and squares his shoulders and says—

"I want to claim him."

The tides of war change, and sweep Taehyung and Jimin along with them.

Words: 152,979

6. i fell in love with the pizza delivery guy (and then i blew him in the bathroom)

Summary: Send your best delivery guy. Preferably cute, preferably packing.

“You're the one who ordered me,” Taehyung says. Not exactly a question; more of a statement.

“Well, I ordered pizza; you just happen to be a delightful bonus,” Jimin clarifies, lips drawn up in a smirk that sets Taehuyung’s blood on fire in a most delectable way. “Although, had I known a pretty face like yours was working there...maybe I would have been more specific with my instructions. At least I know for next time.”

(or, Jimin orders pizza and a little something extra, and Taehyung delivers without really knowing what he's signing up for)

Words: 18,438

7. Grand Jeté

Summary: Refusing to spend another night alone, Taehyung surprises his perfectionist of a boyfriend Jimin at his dance studio with the intent of dragging him home. But their pent-up emotions from spending time apart has the visit ending with a lot of kissing and a little experimenting.

Words: 8,200

8. Already Midnight

Summary: On New Year's Eve, Taehyung is drunk. So drunk that he doesn't recognize Jimin as his boyfriend. When Jimin kisses him at midnight, Taehyung threatens to call his man- aka Jimin.

Words: 3,951

9. Worth The Risk

Summary: The rules are simple: no kissing on the lips, no petnames, no cuddling after sex, no sleepovers, no labels, and no catching feelings.

It should be simple. In fact, it would be simple, if it weren’t for one tiny thing...Taehyung is pretty sure he’s in love with Jimin. And that’s absolutely against the rules.

Words: 23,645

10. Common Ground

Summary: Taehyung is rich, a little bit bratty, a lot a bit spoiled, and failing calculus. Jimin works full time, tutors, and is a straight-A student. There's a rulebook somewhere that states very clearly that people like Jimin should never associate with people like Taehyung. But rules are meant to be broken. And opposites always, always attract.

Words: 44,136

11. This is not a dream

Summary: He would think they were ships in the night if not for the fact that every night, Jimin lays his head in Taehyung’s lap and Taehyung runs fingers without nerve endings through his hair. If they didn't have this false, teasing closeness long enough to learn every detail of each other's lives, long enough that Jimin is the person Taehyung spends the most time with by a mile.

(Jimin leaves. Two months later, he falls in love with Taehyung.)

Words: 12,370

12. Shooting Stars and Silver Moons

Summary: Yoongi and Jimin make a bet, Taehyung makes bad decisions.

(Or: "I'm kind of pissed you didn't choose me to fake date, I'm your best friend")

Words: 20,206

13. the whole world is blue

Summary: Taehyung is not going to confess. That kind of thing never ends well. The movies are wrong. It doesn't always turn out to be mutual. Real life isn't so romantic like that.

Words: 10,829

14. Swipe Right

Summary: As a best friend, Jimin will do anything for Taehyung. This includes being his fake boyfriend to ward off the unwanted attention Taehyung is receiving after using a dating app and agreeing to meet someone.

Words: 26,085

15. Define Me in Terms of You

Summary: This is either Taehyung's greatest idea, or his worst.

“So, let me get this straight. You want me to teach you how to play guitar, join a fake band and enter a competition just so that you can impress a guy you like?"

Words: 9,808

16. i just adore you asking for more

Summary: Taehyung is a successful model looking for a discreet release. Jimin is a professional dom who won’t judge his browsing history.

Words: 90,201

17. Sirius

Summary: "Dude, our entire relationship could be an Ed Sheeran album."

Words: 16,955

18. it's your heart i wanna live (& sleep) in

Summary: The first time Jimin sleeps over at Taehyung's, it's an emergency. The other times after? That's a different story.

Words: 22,658

19. kissing up on fences (and up on walls, i don't want to fall)

Summary: They’ve always been close, Taehyung and Jimin. Where one went, it would be rare to see them without the other. This is a fact Namjoon knows better than most, having coexisted with them in close quarters for such a long time.

Namjoon had not, however, for all his proclaimed wisdom and prudence, had the foresight to see that they’d become this close.

(or: the five times the other members thought they were dating, and the one time jimin starts to wonder if they really are)

Words: 8,738

20. The Usual

Summary: Alternatively titled: The Regular

Jimin will date anyone, except for boys who serve coffee.

Words: 27,935

21. i'm so sorry but it's fake love (tbh, not really)

Summary: when chaebol/commitment anti-fan park jimin learns he's being married off, he does the smartest thing in the world: hire a fake boyfriend he found on the internet (aka Craigslist's personal ads)

all he needs is just three months with said fake boyfriend to convince his parents to leave him alone. after that, he'll get back to his regular programming.

except, not really.

Words: 209,565

22. Gravity//Oxygen

Summary: He already lost his parents.

He'll be damned if he loses Jimin's smile too.

We stay together.

Always.

Taehyung is out for revenge. And he'll do anything to get it.

Words: 180,321

23. A Screenshot of Youth

Summary: There’s a sharp intake of breath, Taehyung’s grip tightening over Jimin’s with a gentle squeeze. “Jimin,” his voice is serious, and Jimin watches him, strangely endeared. “Let’s be friends.”

And it’s like this, that they begin as friends in the heat of a sweltering summer, twelve years old and too young to think much of it, hands twined together under the blanket of a setting sun.

(In which Jimin and Taehyung grow up together.)

Words: 18,496

24. i'll take the desert, you take the coast

Summary: “Everyone I know is a candlestick nearing its demise. They’re afraid of bringing meaning into their lives, of cultivating that glow. But you, prince Park Jimin, you are different. You glow with the passion of more than a thousand suns.”

Words: 30,973

25. just to get a taste

Summary: The one where Jeongguk dares Jimin and Taehyung to kiss and it unravels a lot of feelings. But mostly more kisses.

Or the one where Jimin's heart is stupid and Jimin's best friend is actually irresistible. Who'd've thunk, huh?

Words: 24,375

26. tell them it's the end

Summary: Five months after Taehyung suddenly walked out on him, Jimin finds out that Taehyung has yet to inform his family, who absolutely loved Jimin, about their split.

Jimin tries to swallow his feelings as he once again “dates” Taehyung.

Words: 13,802

27. stay with you

Summary: Taehyung wondered why he always see this blonde man, getting wasted every night. Its such a shame seeing his pretty face wasting every single night of his life in this bar.

Until he saw his eyes, and he understood why.

(Or Jimin is broken and he wanted his happiness back.)

Words: 12,875

28. ring the changes

Summary: That's the nature of one-sided confessions. Things change.

Words: 45,248

29. summer, winter, spring (i'm falling for you)

Summary: The school starts to take notice of Jimin.

Taehyung has always noticed.

Words: 41,786

30. Make Me-al

Summary: In which Jimin starts to work at Jin's restaurant and there he meets Taehyung, the new rookie waiter that kinda gets him off his nerves (the feeling is mutual). Yet, the tension between them is hotter than the ovens from the kitchen...

Words: 26,886

31. such stuff as dreams are made on

Summary: "sir no one, may i have this dance?"

or: kim taehyung, a kitchen boy, sneaks into a royal masquerade. park jimin is the prince he never expected.

Words: 38,753

#ao3fic #bangtan #bts #bts fic #jimin #taehyung #vmin #vmin fic #vmin au

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fresh-outta-jams · 4 years

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Plastic Heart - Part 21

Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Hey, so I know it’s been like a literal YEAR since I’ve worked on this, but I wanted to give you guys some more content and wrap up the story. This may or may not be the last I write of this. I’m not sure, but I was kind of winding down to the end of this when I was still actively working on it anyway. Keep your eyes peeled for the Epilogue. Warnings: None? Word Count: 2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

A few months passed and your birthday was rapidly approaching. Namjoon was in a panic. He didn’t know what to get you. He’d get you BTS’ new album, but you already had it. He couldn’t get you the BTS Funko Pops because then, you’d just have more living toys running around your already-chaotic apartment.

Jin, currently, was in the kitchen baking a cake. He’d become human a few nights before, and just in time to learn how to make cake before your birthday. So, he was practicing. At the moment, he was putting a crumb coat on a lemon cake, as he’d learned from the internet.

“Jin, I don’t know what to get her.” Namjoon said, pacing around the kitchen. “She’s everything to me and I don’t even know what to get her for her birthday.”

“She will love whatever you get her, I promise. She loves you to pieces, Joon. It’s your first time celebrating ANY birthday, let alone hers.”

Namjoon took a breath, nodding. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“He IS right.” Yoongi piped up from his seat in the other room. “You’re overthinking it. Just go to the store and pick out something she’d like. A new sweatshirt or some movies or something. She’s not picky.”

“Or!” Hoseok ran into the kitchen, followed by Jimin. They were still only a foot tall each, but they were looking to change that as soon as possible. The remaining four had agreed to turn one by one, though, as not to overwhelm you with new human roommates. Plus, you were still looking for a bigger apartment to house everyone in. Your cozy little one bedroom was already too small for the four human inhabitants you had so far.

“You could make her something! You know, something from the heart!” Hoseok continued.

Jimin nodded. “I know she’d appreciate that.”

“That’s a good idea…” Namjoon thought, rubbing his chin. “I don’t think I have the skill to make anything, though…”

He was going to continue, but there was a knock on the door. Namjoon walked to answer it. When he pulled it open, Melody was waiting there, holding a reusable shopping bag full of champagne bottles.

“Oh, hey Melody, come on in.”

“I’ll be quick. I just have drinks for the party tomorrow. Figured I’d drop them off because I’m gonna be a bit late.”

“Yeah, of course. You can just set them on the counter.” Namjoon pointed back towards the kitchen, where Jin was still diligently working.

Melody stopped at the sight of him, staring for a long time. Namjoon chuckled a little at her reaction. You had mentioned Melody was a Jin fangirl.

“H-hi. Have we met?” Melody asked, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

Jin looked up at her with wide eyes. “Um, no, not yet.” It was technically a lie. He vividly remembered the night when she, Ella, and Luna had slept over and he’d been in Melody’s perfect hands all night. “My name is Jin.”

Melody was stuck, staring at him with stars in her eyes. So distracted by his handsome face that she didn’t even notice Hoseok and Jimin quietly sneak back to your bedroom. “I’m Melody.”

Seizing the moment, Jin stepped forward and took Melody’s hand in his, kissing the back of it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” She stared for another long quiet patch, her cheeks bright red, before he finally remembered her task. She set the champagne on the counter, giggling through her embarrassment and the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. “Um, well, I’ve gotta go, uh, do homework. See you guys later!”

She rushed out the front door, positive if she spent one more second with Mr. Handsome, she’d explode.

“Smooth.” Yoongi noted, saluting Jin. “Well done. And nice fake name, by the way. Aren’t we supposed to be throwing people off our scent?”

“It just slipped out!” Jin retorted. “She’s...beautiful.”

“Can we focus here? The party’s tomorrow, and I still don’t know-”

“Tell you what, let’s go out shopping right now and pick out something for your girlfriend. I’ll help. I think I have excellent judgement.” Yoongi stood up from his chair and slipped on his hat and mask.

“Good idea.” Namjoon nodded. He checked his phone real quick before slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Yoongi nodded. “Jin, don’t burn the place down while we’re gone.”

Jin laughed. “No promises.”

***

You got home about an hour later. Namjoon and Yoongi were still out. You stopped at the mailbox outside and brought in the one thing inside it: a single envelope that said it was from your Aunt Matilda. She was your favorite aunt, the one who had inadvertently sent you on this whole journey to begin with. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have your amazing boyfriend at all.

You sat down on the couch to open it, but were interrupted by a stubby little arm poking at your ankle. You reached down and lifted Koya onto your lap, petting his little head.

“How was your day today, Koya? Did your uncles take good care of you?”

“Of course we did, (Y/N),” said Tae. “We’re the best uncles ever.”

“Indeed you are. How silly of me.” You chuckled. “Do you know where Namjoon is?”

“He and Yoongi went out.” Tae answered, climbing up onto the couch. “To do some ~secret shopping~...”

“Oooh, secret shopping, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, chuckling as Koya got comfortable, already asleep on your leg. “Sounds interesting.”

You opened the envelope and pulled out not only a note written in your aunt’s gorgeous cursive handwriting, but also a necklace. It had a black chord, a blue crystal dangling from the pendant on it. You admired it for a moment before putting it on, and then you unfolded the note to read it.

“My dear (Y/N),

Happy Birthday! I am so proud of you. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman. You are more powerful than you know. I see so much of myself in you and I’m beyond proud to call you my niece.

The necklace I enclosed was one I owned when I was your age. It served me well, and I hope it will serve you also.

I see so much greatness in your future. I hope you have fun on your next trip around the sun.

Blessed be,

Aunt Matilda”

She was cryptic, but she always had been. You smiled and folded the note, letting your fingers drift to the necklace hanging around your neck. Maybe you were going crazy, but you swore you felt it vibrating faintly.

While you were thinking about it, though, you heard a key in the door, and it opened, revealing your beautiful boyfriend and Yoongi, each of them holding a handful of bags.

“Aaah! Baby, close your eyes!” Namjoon said, and you laughed, lifting your hands to cover your eyes.

“They’re closed.”

“Okay, good. I’ll be right back. Stay put.” He said. You heard his voice as he walked past you. You heard him rummaging around a bit in the other room, and then he returned, his large hands gently removing yours from their spots in front of your face. When you could finally see him again, he was crouched down in front of you, the softest look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just missed you.” He replied, taking your face in both of his large hands and kissing your forehead gently.

You laughed. “It’s only been a few hours.”

“I know.” He motioned for you to get up, so you did, and he engulfed you in a hug, Koya cuddled between you. You snuggled deeper into his broad chest. Never did you think this would be your reality, but it was. You were dating the sweetest, kindest guy in the entire world, and the fact that he looked and sounded like your bias of seven years was just the icing on the cake. You couldn’t wait for your birthday and all of the birthdays after it, as long as you had Namjoon by your side.

***

The next night, all of your friends came over for your birthday party. Jin had made a beautiful cake, and there was plenty of pizza, pop, and alcohol to keep the good times rolling. Namjoon doted on your every want and need, making sure you were happy and well-cared for on every level.

“Namjoon, I am FINE. I don’t need anything else.”

“Okay. Just checking. It’s my girl’s big day after all.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead.

“Happy birthday!!!” Ella called, walking into the apartment with presents and a few bags of chips. “Let’s get this party started!!”

Yoongi set up a speaker and started playing the party playlist he’d put together, and you started dancing with the others, bopping around the kitchen. Hoseok, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook were all in your bedroom with Koya, but you hoped they were having a good time, too.

It looked like Jin and Melody were hitting it off. You weren’t surprised. Melody had been a Jin stan since the dawn of time, so although your Jin didn’t look EXACTLY like Seokjin of BTS, he was as close as she was ever going to get, probably.

Namjoon watched you happily dancing and smiled to himself. So much had happened since he met you. He remembered a time not so long ago when he’d been a foot tall and made of plastic, hopelessly crushing on someone who didn’t even know he was alive. And then there was the fateful day where Taehyung sneezed and changed your whole lives. He’d been standing on your dresser, trying to calm you down. He’d been so tiny then, he reminisced, laughing softly. He had no idea what was in store for him, then, the giant world he was destined to join.

He wanted to be your boyfriend so bad that he’d manifested an entire new life for himself. One where you and him could FINALLY be together, and he couldn’t imagine things any other way.

“You okay?” You asked, gently tilting his face up towards you.

He was sitting in a chair, taking a little breather and staring at you with a familiar look on his face. “Of course I’m okay. Why?”

“You’ve got your thinky face on.” You laughed, moving his arm so you could sit in his lap.

His arms snaked around your waist and he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Just thinking is all.”

“About what?”

“You. It’s always you.” His deep voice murmured, his chest rumbling softly as he said it. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you.” You kissed the end of his nose and then his cheek, right on his perfect little dimple.

“Cake time!” Jin declared, lighting the candles. He was eager for people to try his baking.

You stood up from Joon’s lap and walked over to the lit cake. Joon followed, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Make a wish,” he whispered, squeezing your hand.

You mulled over it for a second and then you smiled, leaning forward to blow out the candles in one puff. As soon as the smoke started to rise, the necklace your aunt had given you glowed. You stared at it in shock, unsure of what it meant. It was then that the door to your bedroom opened, and a life size pink-haired Jungkook peeked out. He tentatively walked towards the kitchen, followed by Jimin, Tae, and Hoseok, all of them human.

“(Y/N)...” Ella asked, staring at them. “What the fuck did you wish for?”

“Noona, something weird happened.” Jungkook said, happy tears welling in his eyes. He pulled you in for a giant hug, which you gladly gave him.

“Yeah, you don’t say.” You giggled.

“I’m gonna be busy, aren’t I?” Luna laughed, shaking her head.

“I think we all are.” Yoongi added.

“What’s happening?” Melody asked.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a long story…”

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Family Movies

Summary: Taehyung, Jimin, and Misun are coworkers, but also roommates. When Jimin, who usually serves as the mediator during the banters between Taehyung and Misun, is out for a night, their ‘banter’ turns slightly physical when an embarrassing video of Taehyung becomes their ‘movie night’.

Genre: Fluff/Comedy

Pairings: Taehyung x OC

Word Count: 1.6K

"No, no, no, no, no," Taehyung shakes his head. "No."

"Aw, come on," Misun whines. "It's a good drama-"

"That's not why you want to watch it," Taehyung interjects with a huff. "Shall we revisit what you said earlier?"

He flips his nonexistent long hair and in the highest voice he can muster, teases, "They're both just so hot!"

Indignant, Misun rolls her eyes. "You, sir, have no right to come for their visuals. They are hot, but Hwarang is also a good drama! So, shut up, and watch."

Misun leans back, mildly noticing the arm that was draped across the back of the couch and by default, around her shoulders. Brushing the idea off because her drama was on, she snuggles further into the cushions and flips her hair over the back.

Hair tickling his arm alters Taehyung of their sudden proximity; she slouches into the couch with her arms crossed and in total focus, her head mere inches from actually resting on his arm. He finds his eyes trailing her profile: from the top of her head to the gentle slope of her nose and still lower, from her full, pink lips that were pressed together in excitement at the TV screen to her chin that she always jutted out during their bickering.

She was beautiful.

Her eyes animatedly widen every couple of minutes at the scenes unfolding in front of her, and Taehyung takes note of her dark, curled eyelashes that create gentle shadows on her cheekbones. The brighter scenes bring out the sparkle in her dark eyes, those stars in her night sky; each one shone with her determination, her passion, her love.

She was so devoted and sincere, so-

"Adorable!" Misun squeals, hugging her knees as she falls into Taehyung. For a second, he allows a smile to reach his eyes.

Yes, adorable, he thinks.

Until he realizes that she was gushing about those stupid actors.

"Ohmygod Tae," she clutches onto his arm. "Look at how much he looks like you!"

Taehyung scoffs. "He does not. Who even has long hair anymore?" He crosses his arms and leans away from Misun.

"Don't pout," she babies, shaking his leg, before pinching it and returning her voice to its normal pitch. "Besides," she snaps, "it's a historical drama, idiot."

Taehyung sighs, getting off the couch and towering over Misun. "I demand a video change. If Jimin was here, this would be so much easier."

"If Jimin was here, he'd be on my side," she retorts.

"Look," he pleads. "I'll watch anything. Just not this. Please?"

Looking into his rounded eyes and pouty lips, Misun didn't have it in her to say no. So, she throws her head back at her inability to refuse.

"Fine," she relents, a somber sigh escaping her mouth. "DVDs, then!"

Misun jumps off the couch and runs to the small cabinet underneath the TV, opening drawers and examining movie titles.

Taehyung blinks. "But we have Netflix. Hulu. HBO? We have everything-"

"DVDs can be fun," she turns around and sticks her tongue out at him. "It's people like you who made them unpopular."

"But the quality-"

"Ooh! What's this?" Misun exclaims. "Hamlet," she mutters, as she inserts the DVD into the player.

Taehyung's eyes widen as soon as he picks up the words she said under her breath. They still had that video!?

"Wait no," he yelps, tripping over his own feet as he struggled to get off the couch. As if his life depended on it, Taehyung shuffles his body across the carpet, uncaring of any rug burns stinging his arms and elbows. He manages to rise on his knees in a crawl and reaches her, stretching to grab the arm that was close to pressing play. "Don't-"

"Get thee to a nunnery."

Taehyung freezes, his body spread across the floor and mouth agape in horror as he hears his own voice from the TV speakers. His head shoots to look at Misun, who's jaw had dropped. She slowly brings a hand to her mouth, no doubt from total shock.

"To a nunnery, go, and quickly too."

Misun can do nothing but witness younger-looking Taehyung with permed hair stride across the stage and grab a girl's chin. He leans his face down so that she can look him in the eyes and continues speaking. Oohs and aahs erupt from the audience at the action and Misun, still incredulous, maintains her eyes glued to the screen.

Completely and utterly mortified, Taehyung sits up straight, eyes shut tightly, hoping to all that is holy that he can disappear this instant. Misun was going to comment in five...four...three...two...

"Taehyung," she gasps, whirling around to face him. Her eyes are wide in disbelief. "Is that you?"

Taehyung's eyes dart around, scanning for an escape, any escape. First, he needed to shut the damn thing off. Lunging for the entertainment center, Taehyung manages to fling the the cabinet door open.

"Oh no you don't." Misun throws herself onto Taehyung, grabbing his arm and pulling it into her body so that she was practically hugging it.

"Go to, I'll no more on it; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no marriage-"

"Stop listening," Taehyung yells. "La la la la la-"

"Shut up," Misun snaps, still struggling to keep his arm in her grasp. "Stop and let it play. You told me," she huffs, blowing hair out of her eyes, "that we can watch what I want."

Taehyung grunts, trying to contort his body so that he could gain the upper hand. "That's not a movie. It's a stupid high school play."

"Oh yeah," Misun recalls Jimin's previous mention of his acting days. "You're," she elbows him in the gut, "pretty good. Oh, Hamlet," she laughs maniacally.

Taehyung groans at the pain in his stomach, but bites through it, to grab Misun's elbow before she pulls it away. Her breath catches in her throat at the unexpected handle he has over her. She can't move her arm.

"Ha!" Taehyung bellows in victory, stretching his now free arm over her head to shut off the DVD player while the other kept her elbow attached to his gut. He's so close, a couple of centimeters away from the 'Eject' button, when Misun swings her leg over his body and kicks the back of his thigh.

Hard.

"Not today, buddy," Misun breathes hard.

Before he can recover, she loops her foot between his legs and uses momentum to lift her body off the ground and land behind him. In their tangle of lower limbs, she ends up being behind him on the ground and free of his grasp. She wraps her free arms around his upper body and squeezes, trying to grab his arm again.

She hisses when he violently twists away from her, his sudden movement causing her to fall on top of him. He takes advantage of the moment and holds her waist, elated at the possibility of once again having the upper hand. She writhes in his arms, hoping to move away. Recognition of their novel position, however, causes them to pause.

Misun's eyes widen and she stops struggling. Taehyung sucks in a breath at her - her reddened cheeks and wild eyes - and the curtain of dark hair obstructing his view of the living room. His hold loosens.

"Misun," he breathes.

"Taehyung," she enunciates and he gets lost in her voice, fluttering his eyes shut. "You're," she exhales softly, "so dead."

Taehyung's eyes shoot open.

With a smirk, Misun pins Taehung's arms to the ground. "It's over," she pants. "Let me watch the play!"

He can't do anything but gape at the woman still on top of him. But, he admits to himself, two can play at that game.

"Did you really just," he licks his lips - which had dried from their opened state - and tilts his head, looking up at her still.

"Did I what?" she taunts, a wide smile overtaking her face.

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at her playfulness. "Forget that," he mutters, rolling his head to both sides, inspecting the hold she has on his wrists. "You want to watch the play?"

Misun nods eagerly.

"I did tell you that we'd watch anything you wanted," Taehyung trails off.

Distracted in what Taehyung was saying, Misun was hardly prepared for when Taehyung swiftly flips the two of them so that she was underneath him. He rests on his forearms so that he doesn't crush her and muses, "But I guess we don't always get what we want, do we?"

Shocked at her defeat, Misun tries to pull her arms away from his grasp, emerging unsuccessful. She wills her legs to rise so that she can kick him, but to no avail; he has them locked in-between his legs.

"This isn't fair," she grumbles.

"Oh, but sweetheart, I won fair and square," Taehyung remarks.

At the mention of the name she so greatly despises, Misun scrunches her nose. "Ok first of all, ew, popcorn breath! And second, we talked about this," she stresses. "No ‘sweetheart’!"

Figuring that now was as good as a time as any to annoy her, Taehyung exhales into her face to which she twists her head to the side, still underneath him.

"Popcorn's great, don't you think, sweetheart?"

Before she can reply, the front door opens and a shriek sounds. Jimin.

"Guys! A warning, please!"

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Star Struck - Chapter Three

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Description: (Y/F/N) was going to be a movie star if it was the last thing she ever did! She dropped out of College, and moved to Los Angeles, California in order to follow this dream, working at a 80’s themed diner in order to pay her bills, and rooming with a wonderful - sex addicted - roommate. Jeon Jeong-guk wants to be a star! A popstar, a singer- you name it! And he’s damn good at it too. He could sing better than any of his friends, so in an attempt to get discovered he moved to Los Angeles, California to live with his friend, Kim Taehyung. It was there where he met his new neighbor Clara, who -in an attempt to bring him Welcome Cupcakes, covered him in the tasty treat- immediately became the only thing on his mind at all times.

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Jeongguk removed the cupcakes that had landed on his eyes as best as he could leaving peaks of purple icing on his cheekbones, eyebrows, and forehead. He looked down at the floor and saw a woman looking up at him, a cupcake in her hair. One look at the face of the woman laying there staring up at him and he recognized her immediately. She was the same girl he had seen on the other side of the street after exiting the mall. However, she didn’t exactly appear to be as disheartened as she had earlier.

Of course she wouldn’t be disheartened anymore, she just accidentally - well at least I think it was an accident - dumped a whole platter of cupcakes on me at my front door.

He shook his head and extended his hand to her. She took it and he pulled her up just as a woman walked out of the apartment building next door carrying another platter of cupcakes, her back turned to them.

“I did turn off the stove, I figured we could just give them these as well and we can- WHAT THE HELL (Y/N)!?!?” the woman cried out seeing the mess of cupcakes now on the floor. “I leave you for three seconds and you smash cupcakes into our new neighbors face. What kind of manners are those?”

The woman - (Y/n) as he has now learned - smiles sheepishly and then raises her hand to her head, further smashing the cupcake into her hair. Her smile vanishes instantly replaced by discomfort at the feeling of what he can only assume is icing and cake rubbing onto her scalp and (y/h/c) locks. She immediately removed her hand and turned to face him, catching him off guard.

“I’m so sorry!” she finally said, “I didn’t mean for...this to happen.”

Jeongguk shrugged his shoulders, raising one of the cupcakes that had been on his face to his mouth and taking a bite, “No harm done. Besides it’s the best homemade cupcake I’ve ever eaten and had smashed in my face.”

She just stared at him awkwardly as the other woman came up behind her and arched her eyebrow.

“We make you cupcakes, she accidentally smashes them in your face, and you don’t invite us in? Taehyung! What kind of a man are you raising!?” the woman asked

~~~

With cupcake bits still clinging to her hair, (Y/N) sat quietly at the kitchen table letting Linda do all the talking and questioning, Taehyung joining in occasionally, whilst the new guy - Jeongguk, if her memory served her right - simply nodded along or teased his roommate whenever Linda took a jab at him.

“Soooooooo, what brings you to LA?” Linda finally asks Jeongguk, completely ignoring the icing stains on his face and shirt.

“I want to be a singer,” he answered, puffing his chest out a little bit, “I thought I’d have better luck here than I did in Seoul.”

Linda glanced at her roommate out of the corner of her eye before speaking, “A singer? I think a local pub is hiring singers to perform. I heard from a few that the pay is good and oftentimes big time producers and agents go to scout out for newbies to sign to their labels. I’m sure (Y/N) here would love to show the best ones around.”

Jeong-guk’s eyes widened snapping in Linda’s direction, “Really? Are you sure? Will you really?”

Linda nodded and patted (y/n)’s back, “Of course! Fellow entertainers need to help each other out right?”

“Fellow entertainers?” Jeongguk asked.

“She wants to be an actress, you want to be a singer. The way I see it, you two can help each other out in more ways than you know.”

Turning to face (y/n), Jeongguk smiled brightly and extended his hand, “Let’s give it all we got and make our dreams come true!”

~~~

Taehyung let out a chuckle as he turned to face Jeongguk after seeing their neighbors off.

“That’s got to be the first time I’ve ever seen you not freak out over having to be with not only one but two girls,” he said grabbing a cupcake from the platter on the dining table, “Our baby Kookie has finally grown up!”

Jeongguk’s cheeks went red as he swatted his friend’s hand away from his face. Ruffling his hair, he leaned against the fridge and stared at the older boy. He laughed at what he was thinking about asking him, before proceeding to do so.

“Did you get cupcakes to the face?” Jeongguk asks.

“I got cookies,” he responded, “I probably would’ve preferred cupcakes, they’re much softer.”

Jeongguk laughed at the thought of cookies raining down on his hyung, “Is she normally clumsy?”

Taheyung burst into laughter, “Very. The day she moved in she dropped a crockpot on Linda's foot; at least you got cupcakes.”

Jeongguk chuckled at the thought of that happening next door, before grimacing at the thought of how much it must’ve hurt. Pushing himself off the bridge he grabbed a cupcake and across from Tae. He looked at the purple frosting and turned the treat around in his hands for a while before finally looking up at his friend.

“Do you think we’ll be able to make it?” he asked softly.

Taehyung stopped mid chew and looked at the younger male for a bit before responding, “I think that everything happens when it’s meant to happen. Someone will find you and give you a shot.”

“What about her?”

Letting out a deep sigh, Tae leaned back in his chair and looked at his friend, “She’ll get her moment too. You know that. Just don’t lose hope and you’ll be fine. Besides, when the time does come, I’m sure everyone will be star struck by the sheer amount of inimaginable talent you both possess.”

Smiling, Jeongguk set the cupcake down and looked at this older friend, “So you only look like an idiot, huh.”

Tae let out a laugh and punched his friend in the arm jokingly. Standing up, he popped his back before bidding Jeongguk a goodnight, warning him not to stay up too late playing video games and to get a goodnight’s rest in order to have strength for the next day. With him disappearing into a room, Jeongguk was left alone at the dining table. He made his way over to the balcony door in the living and stepped outside.

The air was chilly, but not cold enough to need a jacket. Looking up at the sky he was disappointed by the random speck of light he saw in the sky. Almost none of the stars that he was used to seeing a boy were noticeable.

“It sucks huh,” he heard a voice say.

Turning he saw (y/n) looking up at the night sky too.

“Not being able to see the beauty of the stars at night,” she continued, “I was so upset my first night here when I looked up and couldn’t see the stars. I almost regretted leaving the comfort of the small town I grew up in where I could always see the stars no matter where in town I was.”

“I felt the same way when I left Busan and moved to Seoul,” he revealed, “But it gets better.”

She turned to face him. He hadn’t noticed the tears pooling her eyes, until he saw the lone tear drop falling down her cheek.

“Does it really though?” she asked, turning back to the night sky.

“At some point it will, you’ve just gotta let that time come on it’s own.”

She let out a shaky laugh before turning back to him, “You should get some rest. It’s late.”

He nodded and pushed himself off the railing looking at her, “Goodnight (y/n).”

“Goodnight Jeongguk.”

A/N: Procrastination at its best. Literally finished writing this hours ago after many movies, KDrama, podcasts, and songs. I hope you enjoyed it and. as always. requests are open!

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dimpled-gukkie · 5 years

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! If you read anything you particularly like please let me know, it’d be greatly appreciated 🥰

Also I don’t allow reposts or copying. All rights are reserved to me

▷Sweet Cream & Vanilla Dreams

↳ Drabble

⤷ You have a crush on your coworker Namjoon who’s just as sweet as the ice cream you serve. Though sometimes he’s so dense you can’t help but get brain freeze.

▷Santa Baby (tell me you hear them too)

↳ Soulmate/College AU

⤷ You attend a last minute Christmas Party and meet your soulmate. The catch? You don’t remember anything about them besides the fact that they were wearing a Santa costume…The question remains: Can you find your soulmate before Christmas Day?

▷Beside You

↳ Drabble ft. Kim Taehyung

⤷ You’ve always found comfort in the moon. In the soft glow it provides, comforting you in the dark of night. Yet you are tethered to the earth and its warmth as it showers you in love. So where do you land when you’re caught in both of their orbits?

▷Waterboy

↳ Drabble

⤷ Craigslist is very hit or miss for you, so maybe you shouldn’t have chosen to find a roommate that way. At least he’s cute though.

▷Stupefy

↳ Harry Potter AU

⤷ You weren’t supposed to be in Diagon Alley, interact with other wizards, or even know about the Wizarding World. Yet here you are, a muggle, catching feelings for your anonymous wizard friend with the snarky owl. You’re also definitely not supposed to find out that they’re a pureblood, known for hating anyone less than magic worthy. Yet here you are hiding from the guy you love because you can’t face the fact that he’ll hate you when he finds out you’re less than perfect. He’s not supposed to fall in love with you either though and he’s definitely not supposed to want to kiss you. Yet here he is, chasing after you like a lovesick teenager.

▷Once Upon a Blizzard

↳ Slice of life AU

⤷ Your plan was to sit at home with your boyfriend and have a festive movie marathon, however, life never goes as planned. When you have to attend your office holiday party, with Yoongi in tow, you try to make the best of a snowy night.

▷Blossom

↳ Mafia AU

⤷ “Blossom, blossom, blossom. As unexperienced as I may be in the field you really didn’t think I’d only bring one weapon did you? It’s no wonder your gang has gone to shit ever since your dad died, it’s clear that you’re incompetent as well as incapable of being a good leader.” He laughs, raising the gun to point at you. You raise your own and he just smiles again before setting his weapon down. “You know what, how about we do this the old fashion way? I heard guns weren’t your specialty anyways.” Shrugging off his coat you spot the long dagger tucked into his waistband. “Cmon sweetheart, show me just how dangerous you are.”

▷Second Chance Love

↳ Single Parent AU

⤷ When you first walk into Sunshine Daycare and meet an orange haired man named Jung Hoseok; you don’t expect him to be anything more to you than the guy who watches your son during the day. Then day by day, he weasels his way into your heart until you’re left wondering what to do. Can you really love someone when a piece of your heart still belongs to someone else?

▷A drop of Sunshine

↳ Drabble

⤷ You’ve grown to love the rain and the cold, but what happens when you come across summer itself?

▷Euphoria

↳ Surfer/Coffee Shop AU

⤷ You work at the local coffee shop in an empty seaside town. Jimin is a local surfer that has an affinity for buying coffee even though he doesn’t really like it. In a series of shameless flirting, does he get the girl?

▷Ethereal

↳ Drabble

⤷ Jimin is your own personal angel, a man made of stars so bright sometimes it hurts just to look at him. So when you have a bad day, only he can make it better.

▷Nights Like This

↳ Drabble

⤷ Rain washes everything away. But can it really wash away the feelings you’ve harbored for your best friend?

▷Beside You

↳ Drabble ft. Kim Seokjin

▷Cigarettes and Lollipops

↳ Punk AU

⤷ Taehyung had your heart since the moment you met him, so when he just up and leaves, you can’t help but feel broken. So when he comes back to town you’re conflicted since you still love him but one of your best friends vehemently hates him. It’s just so hard to say no when he looks like that.

▷ Click (i) /

↳ College AU

⤷ Writing is something you have always loved to do. It’s what got you into the London Arts Academy Study Abroad program in the first place. Lately though, you can’t help but feel like your creativity has run dry, so you turn to this new foreign city to make you fall back in love with your passion. Turns out writing isn’t the only thing you’re passionate about.

▷Call Me A Thief

↳ College AU

⤷ In a series of truly misfortunate events, a thief, a plantnapper, and a muse-seeking photographer somehow cross paths on their admittedly huge (40,000 students huge) college campus. At first glance they’re just strangers but the more they get to know each other the more they realize their roots intertwine. If the universe had kept them apart for this long, surely it wouldn’t bring them together for a disaster. Right?

▷Yours

↳ Drabble

⤷ A letter to Jeon Jungkook

▷Give and Take

↳ College AU

⤷ Love has never come easy to you; you would say you even question if it exists. So when your parents hound you about finding a boyfriend to improve the company image you panic. The only boy you trust enough is Jeon Jungkook but he doesn’t quite fit their ideal which means you need to give him a bit of a makeover. Along the way can Jungkook prove to you love is real or will he just re-affirm your beliefs that it’s a lie?

▷Pools of Chocolate

↳ Drabble

⤷ Who are you to deny your sleepy boyfriend cuddles?

▷I remember

↳ Drabble

⤷ “I was caught in your constellation, pulled in by your gravity. You were the sun and I was the earth and in that moment I knew I would revolve around you till the end of time.”

▷Till Next Time!

↳ Drabble

⤷ Jeon Jungkook is your old neighbor who used to have a crush on you and when he returns suddenly you’re the one catching feelings.

▷Fell for You

↳ Drabble

⤷ You hate every skateboarder on campus. Well maybe all except one.

▷ Cold Hands, Warm Heart

↳ Drabble

⤷ Rain pours down around you as you walk back to the dorm, cold and shivering. Thankfully you have a cute boyfriend to warm you up.

▷Blossom

↳ Mafia AU

▷Ghost of you

↳ Drabble

⤷ The love of your life is gone. The days pass by slowly one after the other, all just a blur in your mind. Everything hurts until you get an unexpected visit from the last person you thought you’d see.

▷Call Me A Thief

↳ College AU

▷Santa Baby (tell me you hear them too)

↳ Soulmate/College AU

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littlenoona · 5 years

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What makes you different?

Requested.

Summary: You’re not ready for commitment - you don’t know if you’re even ready to to think about it, previous experiences have left you rough, but Taehyung isn’t giving up on you just yet.

Warnings: References/Mentions of rape, abuse, violence, blood.

Genre: Angst, some fluff.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(F).

Word Count: 3,237.

Masterlist.

It was like your feet had a mind of their own, you just kept walking, the rain hitting your skin harshly and the cold making your body shiver. The tears pouring down your cheeks, masked by the rain mixing with them.

You wanted to scream so badly, the pain in your chest taking over in full force every time the thoughts flashed in your head.

“Please stop..” you whispered to yourself, “Please go away..”

You looked up, the stars of the night providing no relief like they usually did, you were on your own again, alone, cold, hurt, in pain.

Your feet stopped and you let out a heavy sigh, you knew this neighbourhood like the back of your hand, you knew this driveway, you knew the door ahead, it was so familiar, a place you could always go.

Wiping your cheeks your eyes fell on your hand, blackened by the makeup it had taken with it, your hair soaked, your clothes soaked, well, what was left of them. How long had you been outside? How long had you been wondering aimlessly? Part of you didn’t want to know, but the ache in your legs didn’t leave much to your imagination.

You hesitated walking towards the door - maybe you shouldn’t do this, maybe he shouldn’t know, maybe it was better for you to go home and deal with this on your own, like you always had before.

“Why did I come here?” you cried.

You rehearsed what you were going to say, you repeated it to yourself over and over again.

Your knuckles met the surface of the door in a series of near silent knocks, your heart hoping he wouldn’t hear it, hoping he wouldn’t hear the door, hoping he wouldn’t see you like this, but the ache in your heart of being alone, going home and letting your thoughts take over was too much to bear.

The door opened and you could feel the heat of the inside push towards you, the small lights illuminating your figure.

“Y/N?” Taehyung spoke softly.

Your heart was beating faster than if you’d ran a marathon, you opened your mouth but nothing came out - as soon as you saw his face, his furrowed eyebrows, his worried dark eyes, you couldn’t stop it.

Your chest ached as if you had been stabbed, the pounding in your ears, the tears never seeing an end.

“I’m so sorry.” you cried softly, feeling like your knees were going to give out under you, like your breath had been punched out of you.

His eyes traced down your body, your clothes were in tatters, your skirt was hitched up, bruises appearing everywhere on your body, dried blood in a stream down your legs, your shoes missing.

“What happened to you?!” he exclaimed loudly, instantly making you flinch back in terror, your eyes screwed shut, not responding to his question.

“Hey.. Hey.. I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to-” he spoke softly again, “Here, come here.”

He opened the door fully, stepping back and allowing you room to walk in - he closed the door swiftly behind you and turned around to look at you.

Your stare was fixated on your feet - you didn’t say anything, you simply took a few steps forward, your forehead hitting his chest, his arms instantly wrapping around you as your tears flowed, holding on to his t-shirt you felt like you couldn’t breathe but you wanted to scream so loudly.

“I’m sorry, Tae.. I’m so sorry..” you whispered into his chest, feeling like you weren’t ever going to be okay again, your stomach pressing in on itself enough to make you think you were going to be sick.

“It’s okay.. Shh..” he whispered, his lips pressed against the top of your head, “You’re safe here.”

The warmth of his body served to stop the shivers from yours, the scent of him helping you calm down.

He sighed but you heard the characteristic and telling shakiness of his sigh as he squeezed his arms tighter around you - he was crying.

“Do you-” he choked, “Do you want anything?”

“A shower..” you sniffled.

“Okay. I’ll find some of my clothes you can use and some towels. You know where the shower is, I’ll be right there.” his arms let go of you and he moved past you but you grabbed his t-shirt, looking up at his red eyes, pleading.

He offered you a small and soft smile as he took your hand and let you follow him to his room - watching him ruffle through his clothes and find some towels for you, then leading you to the bathroom.

You stood still, staring blankly into the bathroom, holding the clothes and towels in your arms tight. Flashes of images in your head, making you swallow thickly.

A warm hand on your shoulder sent shocks through your body and you stepped to the side, away from the source - Taehyung raising his hands slightly in surrender, “Sorry Y/N..”

Your brows furrowed and you hung your head in shame, “No.. I’m sorry - it’s not you Tae..” you near whispered.

He sighed and put his back to the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor, “I’ll be right here, you can leave the door cracked open if you need. I won’t leave.”

Nodding softly you stepped into the bathroom and closed the door slightly, offering you privacy, but still leaving you access to Taehyung.

You turned on the shower and started to undress yourself, wincing whenever your clothes or your fingers crossed paths with the forming bruises on your skin.

Stepping into the shower, the water nearly burned you, wanting every trace of the night to be scorched away - scrubbing every part of you vigorously, washing your face free of the makeup and trying desperately to undo the knots in your hair.

You got out and dried yourself off, putting on the black tracksuit bottoms Taehyung had given you as well as the black t-shirt, running your fingers through your hair you stepped out of the bathroom with your old clothes in your arms.

“Can I put these in your bin?” you asked softly, not making eye contact.

“Sure.” he responded as he got up from the floor and followed you to the kitchen, watching you push the clothes into the bin with much more force than needed.

You put your arms around yourself and stared into the bin, the blood soaked into your skirt sending aches through your body.

“Here.” Taehyung said as he handed you a glass of water, “Drink something.”

Taking the glass and sipping the water, you felt how parched you were, downing the entire thing and putting the empty glass on the side of the kitchen counter.

“Are you hungry?” Taehyung asked hesitantly.

You shook your head no.

“Do you wanna go watch something?”

You nodded yes.

He walked past you and into the living room, you following right behind him. He walked over to pick up the remote and choose a movie, turning around and looking at you, to ask you what you wanted to watch, but he stopped as soon as he saw you sit down slowly, softly and still wince at the pain projecting from your core.

He had a feeling about what had happened, but he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want to think someone could do it - he didn’t want to think about not being there to protect you, not being able to prevent it from happening.

You noted his furrowed eyebrows, pure anger in his eyes and his grip tightening around the remote in his hand.

“Tae?” you asked quietly.

His eyes met yours, “Did someone ra-..” he stopped himself, he really didn’t want to ask, and if you wanted him to know, you would tell him.

You avoided his gaze, looking down at the carpet below you, but you nodded.

You. Nodded.

His heart started racing and his body shaking, hatred and adrenaline racing through his veins.

You stood up and walked over to him, his eyes fixated on the table in front of the sofa, your hand cupping his cheek delicately.

It was like you pulled him from a trance and everything started spilling out.

“I should’ve been there! I should’ve protected you! I could’ve stopped it from happening! You even asked me to be there tonight!” he yelled “I could’ve helped you..” his voice softened and choked.

Taehyung knew everything about you - everything that had ever happened to you. The abuse, the assaults, the violence. He knew why you’d been on your own for years, why you avoided people, why you avoided letting people get close to you, why you flinched when people unexpectedly touched you, but since he’d come into your life, he’d always been there, he’d always protected you, you didn’t flinch away from him, at least not until tonight.

He’d never taken advantage of you, never touched you in inappropriate ways, never misplaced your trust.

He was good to you. He was good for you.

He leaned into your hand, “I’m so sorry, Y/N..” his eyes closing, his breath shaky.

“Don’t blame yourself.. Please..” you pleaded. You wanted to say it’s okay, but it wasn’t, what happened wasn’t okay, you weren’t okay, but it wasn’t his fault and he couldn’t have helped you, no matter how much he would’ve wanted to.

You studied his features, meeting his gaze when his eyes opened.

“Let’s sit down and just watch something stupid?” you whispered.

He put his hand on yours, resting on his cheek, “How are you so calm?” his voice sounding harsh.

The pain flashing in your eyes was obvious, retracting your hand from his slowly, you simply shrugged, “I guess I’m used to shit like this by now..”

That wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, his jaw clenched at your response.

You turned around and sat down gently on the sofa, pulling your legs under you and pulling a blanket over yourself.

Your stare was blank, your face emotionless, “You become.. Numb..” sighing deeply you continued, “There’s only few things that makes me feel anything.”

Raising your head you looked at him, offering him a subtle smile, patting the sofa next to you, hoping he would come and join you.

Sitting down next to you, he turned on the TV and flickered through the channels finding something he knew you’d like.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your body exhausted and screaming in pain, trying desperately to heal - your face contorted in pain as you moved your legs and found a more comfortable position, trying to mask it to avoid making Taehyung worry more.

Feeling a pair of arms under your legs and your torso lifting you up, you opened your eyes slightly, mumbling, “Did I fall asleep?”

“Mmhm.. Close your eyes, beautiful. I’m just carrying you to my bed.” Taeyung spoke soothingly.

Your head rested in the crook of his neck, your hand holding on to his t-shirt.

He leaned over and you felt the softness of the mattress below you, the bruises on your back making you wince slightly - the pillow below your head nearly tearing you away to the safety of unconsciousness again instantly, but feeling his warmth leaving you, you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Please don’t leave..” you choked.

“Okay.” he whispered, walking around to the other side of the bed, feeling it dip under his weight as he laid down next to you, making sure he gave you enough space to feel comfortable.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, his breathing becoming heavier and slight snores leaving him on occasion.

You turned around with as little movement as possible, looking at him in the dim light the outside provided through the window.

An ache in your heart started throbbing, like it always did when you looked at him. He was one of the few things that made you feel, all the other things only making you feel because he was involved, nights with him, movies with him, dinners with him, simple nothings with him.

The way his dark eyes looked at you so endearingly, the way his touch left your skin burning, his sweet words leaving you lingering for more praise - when he took care of you when you were ill, when you were sad, when you’d had a bad day.

You’d refused to believe it for a long time, not ready to admit it, not ready to give into it, and you still weren’t ready to give into it, but you couldn’t stop the thought from creeping through your head.

You were completely and utterly lost in love with your best friend.

‘Such a cliche’, you thought to yourself.

What made him different? Why didn’t he use and abuse you like everyone else did? Was he going to in the future? Was he just waiting to make it hurt more? Did he enjoy the chase?

Questions rushed through your mind, questions that ensured you wouldn’t come clean to him, but seeing him so calm, so innocent had you wondering if he really wasn’t like others.

God.. You wanted him..

His hair so perfectly messy, covering his eyes - his soft lips, his deep voice. Fuck, his boxy smile that always made you smile, regardless.

Why did he have to be so perfect? Such a genuine and good person.

You felt your eyes begin to sting, a lump in your throat forming. Realising that the person in front of you, blissfully unaware, was the only person you could even think about being with, yet you couldn’t.. Not now.. Maybe not ever..

You pulled your legs close to your stomach, fighting a losing battle with your tears.

‘Why me?’ kept repeating in your head as your heart ached, pounded and you hoped sleep would carry you away, but it didn’t.

You had to leave, you had to go, you couldn’t look at him anymore, it hurt so bad, his smell around you, his face in front of you, his warmth and comfort so close, you couldn’t breathe, you gasped for air - your chest feeling like it was going to cave in on itself.

Turning around as gently as you could you stood up, grabbed your phone and walked towards the door, desperately trying not to look back at him, closing your eyes and trying to control your shaky breath.

Reaching the front door you grabbed the handle, but you stopped, ‘Come on. Just go. Just leave.’, you kept repeating. The ache in your chest threatening to bring to your knees, your tears flowing freely, your breaths shallow and fast.

“Fuck..” you whispered as your forehead met the cold surface of the door.

You opened the door gently and stepped outside, the early morning sun providing little warmth and comfort to your ruined state, as you near ran towards your apartment, wishing you could scream your terrors away.

20:27 Tae. <3: “Y/N.. Please respond. Please. Anything. I need to know you’re okay.”

You locked your phone and pulled the duvet over your head again, with a deep sigh. It had been months since you had seen Taehyung, months since you had responded to his text messages, even though he sent multiple every day, even showing up at your door a few times, asking for you to let him in, but you couldn’t.

‘You can’t keep doing this to him.’ you thought to yourself, ‘He deserves better.’

You were scared - scared of seeing him, scared of touching him, scared of hearing his voice.

‘He deserves better than me. I can’t give him what he wants. I can’t be good for him.’ voices kept repeating in your head, ‘He’s going to do what everyone does, he’s going to hurt you exactly like everyone else. He’s no different!’

You are nothing.

The aches wouldn’t go away, the sorrow - missing him, the uncertainty. You screamed into your pillow until your voice went dry, until your eyes had no more tears, until your body had no more energy.

Shocks were sent through your body and you sat up instantly as loud and aggressive knocks were heard on your door.

Your heart pounded and the adrenaline was flowing harshly through your body - you got out of your bed and walked out your bedroom and towards your front door.

More loud knocks were heard on your door, your body freezing instantly when they were accompanied by a voice.

“Open the fucking door, Y/N!”

You remained silent. He’ll go away, he has every time so far.

“I’ll use my key if I have to, Y/N!” Taehyung shouted.

‘Fuck..’ you thought, you completely forgot he had a key, he hadn’t used it in years.

You walked over to the door, putting your hand on the lock, arguing with yourself, but it was futile, he was going to come in even if you didn’t open it.

“Please..” you heard him choke on the other side of the door, “I know you’re there.”

Twisting the lock slowly, you opened the door for him and he immediately pushed through, closing it behind him, his eyes looking at your broken figure with worried eyes.

He hadn’t shaved in a while, slightly long stubble appearing on his face, his hair messy, his clothes dishevelled, eyes red and puffy like yours.

He didn’t hesitate, he stepped forward quickly, putting his arms around your waist and pulling you close, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much..” his voice strained.

You sighed heavily at the scent of him, god you’d missed it so much, you’d missed him so much, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him as close as you could, as if your life depended on him.

He felt like home - he completed you.

You whimpered as you detached yourself from him, “You need to leave, Tae..” your eyes meeting his, his widening at your statement.

“What?! No!” he exclaimed.

“Please..” you begged, the sting in your eyes coming back with full force.

“Why do you want me to leave? I haven’t seen you in months! I didn’t even know if you were alive!” his voice choked.

You didn’t respond.

“I’m not leaving! I’ve given you space! I’ve done everything I could think of to bring you back! What do you want from me?!” he continued, his voice sounding angrier by the second.

“Nothing.” you whispered, your eyes staring at the floor.

You could hear his voice, but you couldn’t process what he was saying, your mind only repeating the same thing over and over again, blanking everything else.

I love you.

“Y/N!” he shouted, bringing you out of your trance, your head snapping up to look at him, tears streaming from his eyes.

“I love you.” you whimpered. You’d had enough, you couldn’t do this anymore. His mouth fell ajar at your statement.

“But I shouldn’t. I’m broken, abused, wrong, toxic, far from what you need or deserve, stupid, full of issues.” you continued, tears falling from your eyes faster than the words leaving you, everything you’d been feeling finally being released.

“Y/N..” Taehyung spoke softly.

“I can’t Tae.. I can’t give you what you want!” you cried, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie.

His arms wrapped around you and held you close.

“I can’t..” you sniffled into his chest.

“Shh.. It’s okay, Y/N.. I love you.” he whispered, “I can wait.”

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