#the first time you see kim seriously disappointed in you is such a big slap in the face

[coffy-cat27]

Thanks In Advance (seongjoong flower shop au)

Everyone who's close with Seonghwa knows how the man loves flowers, which isn't weird now that he opened his own flower shop.

But never in a million years did he expect someone to ask such a weird request.

Note: English is not my main language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors.

-°*•*°-

"Thank you, please come again!" The bell above the door dinged as the customer walked out. Seonghwa sighed as he still have orders needs to be done by Valentine's day, that's two days away.

He had opened his flower shop, "Utopia", several years back, right after his degree. At first, he only had some elders coming in to see the flowers but over time, the words spread. More people come in to buy flowers for their parents, lovers, or funeral.

But that doesn't help the fan girls he got over the years,asking whether he's single or if they could take him on a date. He couldn't bring himself to reject them directly so he made excuses;

Sorry, I have a grocery run later and this week is full of orders,

Sorry, my friends stole my ps4 and I need to take it later,

Sorry, I need to take my fish on a walk,

He prayed for the day he could drive all of them away without being a heartbreaker.

-°*•*°-

Seonghwa was making the last order for the day; a bouquet for their mother's birthday. He was about to wrap the flowers when the bell rang loudly and the counter was slammed. He was about to cuss the fuck out of the person when they asked;

"How do I passive-aggresively say fuck you in flowers?"

Seonghwa looked up in confusion. The man, a bit shorter than him by several inches, in a biker's jacket with sand coloured mullets haircut and a golden frame glasses perched on his nose. If Seonghwa said he's not attracted to him then he's a big ass liar that Wooyoung and Yeosang will always bring it up to his deathbed.

The man looked at Seonghwa with determination as if he knew how to solve his problem. Seonghwa cleared his throat;

Okay, Seonghwa focus. Don't lose your shit over some godly good looking man.

"Hey, I'm sorry if it's a big request and it's almost your closing time but you're the only one opened right now so," he explained while taking a step back, wondering if he had overstepped any boundaries.

"No, just one sec," Seonghwa wrapped the forgotten flower bouquet and put it aside, the customer will take it tomorrow. "Now, you said you wanted to say fuck you in flowers?"

He leaned forward, interested in why would someone asked such flowers. It's so petty that he needs the backstory.

"Well, my asshole of an ex asked to get back together with me when I already caught him cheating for God knows how many," he placed his hand on the counter, face scrunched in disgust.

Seonghwa would sympathize with him, but seriously, that guy deserve nothing other than worse things to happen on him for breaking this cute guy in front of him.

Wait cute??

Seonghwa's cheeks heated up a bit with that thought and internally slapped himself. "Actually, you can say fuck you in flowers, but I just need to make sure, does he even know flowers languages? Like, what certain flowers mean and what goes well to reciprocate it?" He needs to make sure or all of this will give to waste.

"Oh, yeah. He majored in agriculture back then and too invested in flowers. So if he doesn't know the meaning then I guess he's a fat ass liar."

Good, he could work with that.

"So, do you wanna know which flower means which? I mean, it could be for your future reference."

Seonghwa why are you offering such things??

The man smiled, oh my does his stomach does a full acrobatics acts. "Sure! And oh, I forgot I haven't introduced myself," - he reached out a hand, - "Kim Hongjoong." Seonghwa hold out his hand, "Park Seonghwa."

-°*•*°-

"So, geranium for stupidity, foxglove insincerity, meadowsweet as in uselessness, yellow carnation disappointed and orange lilies for hatred," Hongjoong listed out one by one the flowers Seonghwa had showed him.

The bouquet itself kinda petty but hey, he wanted nothing more to do with that asshole.

"Yes! That's cool you managed to memorize these flowers quickly," Seonghwa placed all the flowers carefully on the wrapping paper. "You know, how about you bought him a cake, his favorite cake and boldly written fuck you on top of it?"

Petty Seonghwa is a Seonghwa you don't want to mess with.

"Oh God, I love that. Wait, let me called San. His bakery should be closed by 10," Hongjoong took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Wait, you know San? As in Choi San the baker who kick asses on the weekends? Son of the Choi family that owns a taekwondo studio?" Seonghwa stopped his hands from arranging the flowers, looking at Hongjoong as if he grew a second head.

"Yeah, I knew him during college, he's in culinary while I'm in music but we share a few classes together." He placed the phone on his ears and make a quick order. Then he ended the call when they heard some screaming at the end of line.

"Don't worry, he's not dead. Mingi and Yunho was trying to make the highest chairs stack to which one of it almost fell on them."

Seonghwa snorted at that. Mingi and Yunho has always been known as the local troublemakers. Then a realization set in, "Wait, if you know San, Mingi and Yunho, how come I've never heard of you?"

San loves to share stories while Mingi and Yunho can't never shut up if there's something interesting. So for them not telling Seonghwa about this man, there must be something they're hiding.

"San had known me since college. Mingi was featured in several of my tracks and Yunho made a choreography for some of my tracks recently." Hongjoong placed his phone in his pocket, "So it's normal for you to not heard of me before cuz we are fairly new to each other, besides, I just moved somewhere near recently."

That explains a lot.

"Wait, tracks? Are a singer or something?" Seonghwa was ready to run if it's some uprising singer in front of him right now.

Hongjoong laughed, "No, no, just some underground rapper and my main job is a producer."

"Oh...okay. I was scared for no reason."

They laughed at his demeanor. "So, when can I pick up the flowers?" Hongjoong swiftly took out his wallet.

"As early as tomorrow, as late as Valentine's."

"Oh? Closed during Valentine's. Do you have a date?"

Seonghwa placed the foxglove at the sides for the bouquet when he sighed. "No, the last person I dated said I was 'too much' or 'clingy', which might be true but still, it doesn't hurt less."

Oh how he doesn't want to remember the one that gave him too much hopes and dreams then left him burning, like Icarus to the Sun.

"Oh shit, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry, please don't cry," a hand wiped his cheek. Seonghwa hadn't realized when did he cried but when he does, he can't really stop.

"S-sorry, it's just that, whenever I thought about him, it's always a bad memory and I couldn't remember if there was any happy memories with him." Seonghwa broke down even more. He's usually not like this but somehow he felt like he could be fragile around Hongjoong.

As if he could catch Seonghwa before he fell to deep.

"Hey, no need to apologize. You feel what you feel. I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that. That was insensitive of me," Hongjoong continued wiping his tears.

"It's fine, I wasn't expecting be crying like this when those shits happened years ago," he snickered. He hates how he always deep in the feels. The crying had died down a bit. "Sorry but, where were we at?"

"Wait, now I don't remember anything before I asked about your date and you broke down-" Hongjoong stunned at his feet, trying to remember.

"Oh, right. The payment and pick-up time."

"Ah, right."

Once the payment was done, Hongjoong slipped a paper on the counter. "If you ever wanna talk about something random, you can call or text me. I like talking to you."

Seonghwa really hoped that the pink on Hongjoong's cheeks were illusions his eyes playing.

"I might only talk about Lego's, Star Wars and random romcoms. You sure about this?" He gave a questioning look. "I don't want you to regret it later."

Hongjoong smiled, genuinely, "Yes, I've never been certain like this before beside the time I was choosing music and art as my majors."

Seonghwa smiled, "Then, I'll text you later."

After saying their partings, Hongjoong was about to leave when he remembered, "Hey, you said I could take the flowers on Valentine's, and you don't have a date, right?"

Seonghwa nodded.

"Then, after I send off those flowers, I'll pick you up for a date. How's that sound?"

Seonghwa blushed profusely. The cute guy asking him on a date after saying 'fuck you' to his ex lover on Valentine's.

"Sure, I only opened from 6 to 10 on Valentine's morning, the rest of the day is free." Hongjoong grinned at that, "Well, it's set then."

He closed the door and the bell dinged. Valentine's in two days and Seonghwa just wished the day would come by quick.

-°*•*°-

It did come by quickly. He was watering some of the flowers outside his shop when he heard some running.

Well, not running exactly.

Sprinting.

"Seonghwa!!"

Hongjoong stopped besides him, one hand holding a box, possibly the cake, smiling blindly and all Seonghwa wanted to do is squish those cheeks and kiss him.

Okay, maybe the kissing is too fast but he really wanted to squish those cheeks.

"Hongjoong, you're early," he calmly said even when his brain is on overdrive of how cute this small man in front of him.

"Just wanna pick up the flowers and take you out quick," Hongjoong shrugged. "Do you have any place in mind for our date later?"

The raven head thinks for a moment. "Nope, nothing comes in mind." He invites Hongjoong inside the shop, placing the watering tin on the counter and picks the bouquet he done last night.

"Here, the flowers, and how about you surprise me for the date?" Seonghwa smiled, tilting his head to the side a bit.

Hongjoong grinned, "Well, you're up for a ride then."

All Seonghwa remember was a peck on his cheek and the bell ringing as the sandy haired man ran out, saying something he couldn't care about.

-°*•*°-

The bell rang for the nth time, Seonghwa sighed as he got up, he's gonna lock that door for good.

"I'm sorry but I'm not interested in you if you're thinking on a date for today."

"Ah, but I thought we already planned one?"

Seonghwa looked up quickly, the crack on his neck might concerns him another time, but not now when he sees the sandy mullet and the black biker jacket.

"Hongjoong..." The said man chuckled.

"I'm taking it as there's a lot of your fangirls asking you out, yeah?"

He took slow steps towards the smaller man, and pulls him into a crushing hug.

Hongjoong patted his back, laughing slightly. "Tired, aren't ya?"

The raven head nodded on his shoulder.

"C'mon, I bought two sets of flower Lego. Thought that might be realizing for you?"

Seonghwa looks at him with excitement. Hongjoong would compare him to an excited black cat with those round eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds good. My apartment is upstairs, so we can do it there."

Hongjoong smiled, "Let me get it from my bike then we can have our lil Lego date."

Seonghwa's face brighten at that.

You should be my boyfriend.

"I will, if asked me seriously," Hongjoong looked at him without hesitation in his words.

Fuck, did I say it out loud?

"So, what do you say, Seonghwa?" He cupped his cheek.

"Wanna be boyfriends?"

The blush was prominent as he leans oh his palm.

"If you don't mind, I would like too."

"Then boyfriends it is."

#fanfic #okay i did just wrote this shit #seongjoong #hongjoong #seonghwa #khj #psh #idk why the fuck i worte this but here we are #this was in my drafts #i need therapy #but who the hell needs therapy when fanfiction exist

[doyumacy]

FALLOUT |LH| SIX

*gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of yuta, doyoung jeno. swearing, hospital (broken rib, bruises).

WORD COUNT: 2,8K

SEVEN

You spent the duration of the ride pondering if Donghyuck was seriously injured. Or if he had died. The car began to slow down, and you looked up to see where he was. The hospital.

After Donghyuck left you with the rest of the security team, you refused to go home and wanted to make sure he was okay. You couldn't lose him.

You made your way to the E.R and a nurse took you to the room where he was being treated by the doctors. You knocked on the door and then opened it. He was laying on a stretcher gurney. He was shirtless and had bandages around his ribs and an arm on his eyes covering them.

"Donghyuck?" You called.

"(Y/N)?," He stared at you. "What are you doing here?"

You rushed through the door and finally got a good look at him. He had bruises all over his chest and waist. Your eyes started watering. "You look like hell." You breathed. Your hand instinctively looked out his. Donghyuck was pale and his skin was clammy.

"I know," he admitted. "But you cannot be in here. Please leave, (Y/N)."

"I won't leave," you held his hand and squeezed it. "What did the doctors say? Are you hurt?"

"I have a broken rib," Donghyuck tried to sit and growled. "Please go home, you'll be safer there. I couldn't even protect you out there, what makes you think I will be here?"

"Hey, hey," you whispered and cupped his face in your hands, "it's not your fault. I'm okay, I'm not hurt and that wasn't your fault, okay?"

"We need to talk., (Y/N). There’s something you need to know..." He stared at you.

Suddenly, the door opened harshly revealing an upset Yuta. He had his jaw tightened and grabbed your arm roughly, almost making you whine. "You will not spend a single minute with this useless bodyguard. We're leaving, (Y/N)."

"Yuta," you let go off of his grip. "What are you even doing here?"

"I came to do his motherfucking job: protecting you. You almost die today, (Y/N)." Yuta stared at you and then looked at Donghyuck. "Don't you ever even bother to come back. You're fired."

"I'm the one who makes that call, Yuta," you glanced at him. "You cannot speak for me and he's not fired. This wasn't his fault."

"Oh my God, (Y/N)," Yuta rolled his eyes. "Is he fucking you so good that you will defend him?"

You opened your mouth to speak but Yuta raised his hand. "I saw you two kissing the other day. Is this your new hobby? Fucking your bodyguard?"

"My life and who I fuck is none of your business. Get the fuck out of here." You demanded.

"You're coming with me," he grabbed your hand and you groaned letting go off of his grip again. He growled and snapped his fingers. Two big men entered the room and grabbed you by force. You screamed and kicked in the air but it was useless. Donghyuck tried to stand up but it was stopped by Yuta who placed him back on the stretcher gurney, pressing his broken rib making Donghyuck growl in pain. "I'll have to finish your stupid task since you couldnt keep your hands to yourself, asshole."

"Don't you dare to hurt her!" Donghyuck said between teeth, causing Yuta to laugh.

"Please don't tell me you fell for her..." He laughed again. "It's so pathetic. Well, I hope you fucked her good last night because you won't see her again."

And before Donghyuck could stand up again, Yuta injected something through his IV making him dizzy and putting him to sleep. “Sweet dreams.”

After you got home, you slapped Yuta in the face twice. You punched him in his chest a few times and then pushed him. You were crying. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again, do you hear me?!”

He grabbed your wrists, trying to calm down and looked at him. “You should be thanking me.”

“I love him!” You exclaimed, “I don’t care about you. Stay fucking quiet, dont you understand?”

Yuta sighed, frustrated and then glanced at you. “My bodyguards will stay here tonight. You should be safe.”

“Fuck you.”

Yuta ignored you and left your house. You screamed and threw a flagon to the door. You grabbed your purse trying to find your phone to call Donghyuck and realised Yuta had taken it with him. You went to your home office and unlocking a drawer with your fingertip, you pulled out an old iPhone and turned it on.

You frowned as soon as you saw the first notification, an email for Kim Doyoung.

From: KDY

To: (Y/N)

Meet me. We need to talk. It’s important.

You gulped. Why did he want to see? Was he behind the shooting? You certainly couldn’t tell Donghyuck about, what if he ended up dead now?

You sighed and replied to his email.

From: (Y/N)

To: KDY

When and where?

Doyoung replied a couple of seconds later.

From: KDY

To: (Y/N)

Tonight. 11 pm in the place as usual. Go alone.

You placed the phone on the desk and started to think how you would escape. Yuta’s bodyguards were outside your house everywhere.

You’d come up with a plan anytime soon.

Later that day, you were finally able to reach Donghyuck. He was at his place, still recovering from the broken rib but he’ll come back as soon as the sedative was out of his system. You assured him you wanted him in your life and Yuta was not going to be an obstacle to be together.

At night, Yuta visited you again but you refused to leave your room and he gave up leaving. By 10:30 you left your bed and it didn't creak, and when you put your feet on the floor it didn't squeak. You mentally congratulated yourself on the new accomplishment and tiptoed to the door, grabbing his classic black cap on the way out. You went to Donghyuck’s bedroom and you thanked your mom for loving balconies and forcing you to have one in your guest’s bedroom.

With a quick glance to the yard, you climbed down out the balcony, keeping a steady eye on the guard standing next to the yard door. You had never felt so heavy as you slowly moved past, your body barely moving as your feet carried you carefully by. After safely making it out past there, you went to the back door that connected with one of your neighbour Jungwoo

You weren't exactly best friends with him but he wouldn't mind if you used his door. As you got out of his house, you saw a bright light in front of you. You covered your eyes with your arm and squinted your eyes trying to know who was on it. A man dressed in all back wearing a helmet walked to you and you gulped. Was he one of Yuta's men?

The man took off the helmet and you were suddenly breathless. It was Donghyuck. You inhaled deeply and jumped to his arms hugging him tightly. He whined placing a hand on his ribs but hugged you tight with his other arm. "Oh, my God. I'm sorry," you got away from him quickly. "What are you doing here?"

"I knew you would try to sneak out somehow," he told you and cupped your cheek with one hand. "Are you going to see Doyoung?"

"H-how did you know?" You looked at him.

"I just knew he would reach out to you." Donghyuck looked at you. "C'mon, I'll take you there."

When you got the abandoned building, Donghyuck and you went to the roof waiting for Doyoung to show up. You crossed your arms against your chest and sighed. "Do you think he's behind this?"

Donghyuck shook his head. "No."

"Then who?" You looked at him.

Donghyuck remained quiet and admired the city from top. He was going to tell you, but he wasn't ready to watch you break.

"I told you to come alone, (Y/N)." Doyoung reminded you, walking behind you.

You turned and sighed. "I couldn't. Sorry."

"It's okay. I trust him anyways, don't I?" Doyoung glanced at Donghyuck, who just made eye contact with him for a couple of seconds. "Whatever, I'm glad you made it. I heard you were attacked this morning."

You nodded and tugged your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. "Doyoung?"

He hummed without stopping looking at you. You bit your lip, almost trembling and looked at him again. Doyoung frowned. "You think I did it."

"I-I d-don't," you stuttered.

"Do I have reasons to kill you?" Doyoung raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

"Well..." you sighed nervously. "I might have said something I shouldn't have."

"I know." He fixed the sleeves of his suit jacket.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What?"

"I have people working for me in the government, (Y/N). Of course I'd knew if you would open your mouth."

"But no, I'm not the one behind this. My men slit throats, they don't shoot people. And well, do you see them going after your throat?"

You shook your head. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit disappointed because I like you. You seem like a good woman but I don't like when they open their mouths to shit on me."

"Doyoung, I-"

"Let me finish." He stood in front of you and leaned closer to you. "Were you really going to turn me in?"

You gulped again. Doyoung somehow cornered you against the wall and Donghyuck grabbed his arm tightly. "Don't."

Doyoung glanced at him and a little smirk appeared on his lips. "I didn't believe it when I heard it."

You were confused. Did they know each other?

"I won't turn you in. They needed information and I gave them some, but I would never. Please believe me." You looked at Doyoung.

Doyoung returned his attention to you and smiled. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I'll make sure of it," Donghyuck spoke first and glanced at you quickly. "Right?"

You nodded rapidly and Doyoung squinted his eyes not breaking eye contact with you. "Fine. And (Y/N)? There won't be a next time. If something like this happens again I'll be the one who slit your throat."

"Now leave before I change my mind and slit both of your throats."

Donghyuck grabbed your hand and left the roof going downstairs. He was walking at a fast pace and you have to almost run to follow his pace. Before getting on the bike, you stood up in front of him. “You know him.” You affirmed.

Donghyuck just sighed and looked at you. “I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, but not now. Get on the bike.”

“I can’t go back to my house. Yuta is being a pain in the ass treating me as if I were some damsel in distress and I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’re not going to your house. You’re going to mine,” Donghyuck kissed you and the feeling that kiss gave you was everything. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled against his lips, feeling the weight of his words sink in, but in a good way. And you were so happy he felt the same way. “I love you, too.”

You two arrived at his apartment and you were surprised by a not that tall man with black hair. He greeted you and introduced himself as Jeno and Donghyuck’s best friend. Jeno was nice and decided to give some privacy excusing himself to his bedroom.

Donghyuck walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge door. “Wanna drink something? Water? Beer? Apple juice?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you said, taking a look at Donghyuck's living room. You noticed the floor was paved with wooden floor and the wall was paved with white bricks. That color made the room bigger. It had a big window facing the street and it had light grey curtains. There was a black sofa with a white glass coffee table. They were very suitable for each other. The living room also had a black TV which was on a square cabinet, some art paintings on the wall and a large white shelf, and on it, there were three frames; a photo of Donghyuck holding a baby.

He walked to you and leaned against the wall in front of you. "Her name is Jiwoo. She's my niece."

You smiled. "Is it the same girl from all these photos?"

"Yeah," he smirked, still leaning against the wall, "she grew up so fast."

"Do you visit her often?" You asked, placing the portrait on its place again.

"Not anymore. My sister decided to move to Jeju and I try to visit as much as I can, but sometimes work won't let me."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" He frowned.

"You hadn't even been to your place in days because of me," you sighed. "You should take a break and go visit them."

"I'm not leaving you alone during this time." Donghyuck cupped both of your cheeks in his hands and looked into your eyes. "When all of this is over I'm gonna take you so you can meet them."

Your face lighted up with a smile and put your arms around his waist. "You will?"

"It's a promise," he gave you a peck on the nose. "They're gonna love you."

“I’m looking forward to it then,” you smirked and caressed his lower lip with your thumb. “Can we go to bed? I’m exhausted and you need to rest.”

He nodded and kissed you. “Please promise me you won’t stop loving me. Ever.”

You kissed him back, pressing your body against his. “I love you. Forever.”

“Hyuck?” you called, after a pause on chopping some vegetables. “Are you even listening?”

He blinked and shifted his weight to his other foot. He wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Donghyuck smiled.

There was a pause in which he could feel you looking at him. And then you relaxed, smiling. “Did I say that out loud?”

You blushed almost up to your ears, causing him to chuckle softly as he passed his fingers over his hair.

“Yes, you did,“ you said, still blushed. Puffing up your cheeks in a bit of a pout you huffed at him. “You just wanted an excuse to make me blush, didn’t you?”

“In fact, the cheek-coloring reaction is a universal human response to social attention. The veins in the face dilate, causing more blood to flow into your cheeks..." Jeno interrupted your moment entering the kitchen. "Sorry, folks, but I'm starving."

You laughed and went back to chop the vegetables. "I'm making Mongolian chicken if you want."

"No idea what's that but it sounds good," Jeno sat next to Donghyuck and winked at him. "So, are you two dating?"

Donghyuck cleared his throat and fixed his shirt. You shrugged, taking the chicken breast out of the fridge. "We fuck and tell each other 'I love you', is that dating?" You looked at Donghyuck.

"You haven't asked her to be your girlfriend?!" Jeno stared at him.

"I'm planning to!" Donghyuck groaned. "Go away, Jeno."

You giggled. "I don't mind, really. We don't have to level it up or whatever."

"Now she's nice. You better keep her." Jeno said.

"If you don't shut up she won't feed you," Donghyuck warned him.

“Why are you sweating, Donghyuck? Are you nervous?” Jeno mocked him.

“Shut up, Jeno!” Donghyuck pushed him.

“Break it up, boys, or neither of you will eat,” you warned them.

After you three finished eating, Jeno went out leaving you two alone again. Donghyuck dragged you with him to the grey couch in the living room and surrounded you with his arms. You could tell he wanted to tell you something, but something was holding him back. You rest your head in the space between his shoulder and his neck and give him a few pecks there. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know," he whispered. "But I'm scared I'm gonna lose you."

"You won't," You looked at him. "Donghyuck? What 's going on?"

Donghyuck sighed and sat up on the couch. "I've been lying to you."

“What do you mean?” You frowned.

“I was hired to kill you.”

#Donghycuk x reader #Donghyuck imagine #donghyuck smut #nct imagine #nct smut #nct dream #haechan x reader #haechan smut #haechan imagine #nct 127 imagine

[itsamejin]

trash ||  taehyung fluff/angst

Part 2

Summary: Taehyung and you are friends with benefits, but you’re having a hard time maintaining this secret relationship when a close friend of yours starts falling in love with him.

Warning: Suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol and casual sex, cursing and crude language/humor

Genre: Fluff, Angst, fwb!au, college!au

Word Count: 6,589 Words

—

Taehyung and you were never one for relationships. You knew it, he knew it, the long list of lovers you two had could attest to that fact the most. You two were notorious for the number of people you slept with, not that it was any of their business anyway. 

It wasn’t like you intended to be with him. In fact, your initial impression of him was that of annoyance. Taehyung would flirt with you shamelessly during parties and often referred to you as his “rival”. With the nonstop back and forth between you two, your mutual friends were easily agitated with how you played hard to get. They had to admit, though, it was hilarious seeing Taehyung insist on taking you out on a date, only for you to insist that he should rot in hell.

This went on for a whole year, so it only made sense when the second year of university came around and you had decided to cave in to his boyish charms. It was meant to just be a bit of fun with nothing tying you down to each other. You’d have sex at his place, and his place only, and never speak of it to anyone on campus.

No one knew of your escapades and frankly, it was easier that way. Your friends were sure you hated him and his friends were sure he’d never have a chance. It was the perfect arrangement. They didn’t have to know about the late nights of sneaking into his dorm room, the times he helped you escape from the campus guards at the crack of dawn, or even hiding you in his closet when his friends came over for a surprise visit. 

As far as you were concerned, this relationship would stay a secret.

—

You didn’t need to be Einstein to know that Taehyung was hooking up with another girl just as consistently as he was fucking you. It wasn’t a shocking fact, but you had your regulars besides Taehyung too. It was just the way he described her that surprised you. 

“She’s like the total package y’know?” he said after a particular night of companionship which led you tangled up in his arms on his couch, naked and panting. “Sucks she has to waste it all on me, but she’s a nice girl. Might have to end it quickly before I catch feelings.”

Taehyung caught feelings way more often than you did. It was easy for him to get attached to girls, unlike you. Most of the men you slept with were ready to leave by the next day so liking someone you hooked up with was rare. Taehyung must’ve really taken a liking to this girl with the way he was stroking your hair, as if in deep thought over his own words.

You’ve never met her, but you knew she had to be pretty. Every girl Taehyung had his eyes set on was beautiful, yet you knew he played favorites. After almost every night you spent at his place, he’d reveal that you were his favorite girl, and while you didn’t really take that as a compliment, you’d always reply that he was your favorite too. The two of you sprawled out on his couch sipping the whiskey you poured before he fucked you, it was almost like trash acknowledging trash.

“But I don't think anyone could replace you,” he muttered into your hair, taking one long gulp of his drink.

You shook your head.

“I can name four other guys that I could hit up instead of you,” you teased, not really believing your own words.

Taehyung looked at you seriously and set his glass down. You did too.

“You sure about that?” he asked lowly, caressing your bare calf with his fingertips. You giggled at the sensation.

“I don’t know,” you said playfully. “Why don’t you show me why you’re my favorite, Tae?”

He gave a small scoff and practically pounced on you, pushing you down onto the couch without a moment of hesitation.

—

Now him fucking another person wouldn’t have normally been a problem since Taehyung’s women came and went like the wind most of the time. There were instances where he’d claim that he found “the one” and then text you just minutes later asking for you to come over. The thing was, though, the girl he was messing around with- who he talked so highly about- just happened to be your roommate, Hana. Cute and innocent Hana who would never hurt a fly. 

Taehyung didn’t know this fact since you’ve never invited him over, but it was a downright horrifying experience when you had caught him making out with her on Hana’s bed. You had made things worse unknowingly, by also bringing over a boy from the club you were partying at earlier.

“What the fuck am I looking at right now?” you shuddered, attempting to cover your eyes from their frazzled state. You did not want your image of Hana to be tainted by someone like Taehyung.

“Oh my gosh, I thought you were sleeping over someone else’s!” Hana screeched, covering Taehyung’s body with her blanket. Of course, he had to be shirtless.

“I thought you were visiting family!” you shouted frantically.

The tension in that room was suffocating and you couldn’t shake the fact that Taehyung was the one who made it more awkward. He had pulled away from Hana pretty quickly, but he glared so viciously at the boy you were holding hands with just earlier. His death stare was evident to everyone in the room.

“Yeah, I think I should go,” your date said, not quite remembering his name. Whoever he was left hastily and you were left to stare at two deer in headlights.

“[Y/N], this is Taehyung,” Hana said, flustered. “I think you guys already know each other, though.”

You tried to suppress your laughter at the way Taehyung’s face changed so easily when the guy you were trying to hook up with had left. Now he just wore a smug look on his face. You didn’t really know where that came from, though.

“Yeah, but we’re not in really good terms,” you lied, trying to hide your own embarrassment. "In fact, I’m sick to the stomach just looking at him.”

Taehyung grinned, knowing that you were just trying to not come off suspicious. 

“Well maybe another time, huh Han Han?” he said, nuzzling into her neck but keeping his eyes on you. You rolled your eyes at the nickname and his obvious glances. Taehyung never stopped being a dick, even in these situations.

Hana only nodded and stood up, helping Taehyung put on his shirt and jacket. He also had to... zip his pants back up. Taehyung had winked to you on his way out, which went noticed by Hana who glared at him slightly. She softened the glare when she saw that you had no reaction to his lame attempts to flirt. You were far too used to Taehyung’s stupidity to really be fazed.

“Nice to see you too [Y/N],” he said huskily before exiting the dorm. He for sure was going to get caught by the campus guards downstairs and you’d look forward to hearing him complain about it the next time you see him. You laughed as soon as he left, wiping a stray tear from your eye. Taehyung had really dug himself into deep shit this time.

“Taehyung? Really, Hana? When you can do so much better?” you cackled. “I am so disappointed in you.”

It was true after all. Hana was the typical good girl type and came to college with the sole intent of studying and getting her diploma as quickly as possible. You admired her for that. She was a motivated student with clear goals in her life, while you were more of the “enjoy life in the moment” type.

It definitely came as a shock that Hana was able to fall for Taehyung like so many other girls had; it was obvious in the way she blushed. You cooed at how cutely she was reacting. You’ve never seen her so flustered like this with anyone else. It kind of made your heart clench, though, and not it a good way.

“[Y/N]~~,” she whined, pouting lightly. “I’m so stupid. He asked me for my chem notes and instead I gave him my first kiss. I’m such an idiot.”

You laughed even louder, falling to the floor. Classic Taehyung move, he never changes. You could list ten other girls he used the same tactics with.

“Hana, it’s okay I’m not judging you,” you said, grabbing a nearby chair to bring yourself back up once again after a few more giggles escaped your lips. “Actually I am, but don’t worry too much about what I think.”

You patted her head as you walked past her, collapsing onto your bed. You were extremely drunk before you came into the room and you needed that laughing session to finally start sobering up. The guy you were about to bring in wasn’t even that cute anyway, you sighed.

“You know walking into that mess actually kind of saved me,” you said, languidly. “The guy I was about to fuck didn’t have a big dick.”

Hana gasped at your word choice and slapped your thigh.

“[Y/N], you’re so crude!”

You smirked at her innocence. It wasn’t like you’d actually seen it, you just felt it earlier in the club while you were dancing. Nothing to write home about.

“You were literally sucking faces with the Kim Taehyung just seconds ago,” you yawned. “I will not accept any form of criticism from you.”

She chuckled lightly and played with her fingers. Sure, maybe you were being a hypocrite for teasing her especially when you and Taehyung were fuck buddies, but you already knew your standards were low. It was almost expected of you to get together with him eventually. 

You never thought Hana would be into a guy like Taehyung, but then again, it was the classic bad boy and good girl story. Some part of you was envious, but you couldn’t help but want to cheer her on. They felt like the main characters of some romantic drama you’d binge-watch, only to be pissed off when the second leads (who were much hotter) would be forgotten in the script. You shook your head in disappointment. Hana deserved so much better than Taehyung.

“You know he’s fucking other girls right?” you said, sitting up and looking at her seriously. “He’s a bad person, Hana.”

She pouted but nodded slowly. Something tells you that she doesn’t mind.

“Yeah, I know,” she said sadly. “It seems like all my friends have been with him at least once, but I can’t help but feel like I’m special? I don’t know. Sometimes he doesn’t even ask for homework when we meet up... We just talk, y’know? He’s so good with his words, [Y/N]...”

Hana took a seat next to you and winced at the smell of alcohol that radiated off of you. You couldn’t help but feel bad for Hana. She was falling for the oldest tricks in the book because she was so naive. You didn’t want to have to see her get hurt by a guy that was passing college from copying other people’s homework.

“Hana, I’m gonna tell you this in the nicest way possible,” you said, facing her but making sure your nasty breath didn’t make its way towards her. “No girl is special to Taehyung. He does things like that to get in your head and make you want more. He’ll throw you away when he gets what he wants from you.”

“But-”

She tried to speak yet you cut her off. You didn’t really know what motivated you to speak so badly of Taehyung, but you did so anyways.

“He’s exactly like me, Hana,” you continued on. “We’re both fucked in the head when it comes to romance, love, and all that shit. And do you remember how I described myself when we first met?”

Hana sighed, obviously not wanting to repeat the derogatory words you’d said about yourself so long ago.

“Trash,” she muttered silently, looking at the floor. She felt guilty just for saying it.

You smiled and ruffled her hair. She only furrowed her eyebrows in response.

“Just be careful, okay?”

“It’s just Taehyung,” Hana chuckled. “How much damage could he do?”

—

Hana didn’t seem like she wanted to take your advice because you caught Taehyung and her everywhere on campus almost everyday. You saw her tutoring him in the library, walking to class with each other, and even sharing an ice cream cone! Just how badly did Taehyung need to pass Bio-Chemistry this quarter?

You felt mean thinking such things but you couldn’t help but be doubtful of Taehyung, especially when he was still meeting up with you every weekend in his dorm. You’d have thought they were dating if you didn’t know any better, but there you were, in his bed naked for the second time that week. Sometimes you wondered what was going on in that stupid, beautiful head of his.

“Are you sure you should still be seeing me?” you asked him, head buried in his chest. You could hear his heartbeat so clearly on nights like this.

“You caught feelings or what?” he teased, taking a stray eyelash out of your cheek. “That would be a big problem wouldn’t it, [Y/N]?”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to face the wall.

“I’d be caught dead before that happens,” you whispered, snuggling into his arm underneath your head. Taehyung traced circles on your waist, mesmerized on how wonderful your skin felt against his.

“Why should we stop?” he asked, tilting your head towards him to meet his eyes.

“Hana,” you replied back curtly. There was no malice in your voice. You just stated her name as if it was a fact. Taehyung only sighed in response.

“Means nothing,” he muttered, nuzzling into your hair. “You’re still my favorite.”

You clicked your tongue at his harsh words, but you couldn’t help but feel relieved. Maybe there was a chance that you two could still have this... relationship without adding any more complications. Deep down, you were proud that he still considered you his favorite, even if it might not have meant anything to him.

“Just go to sleep, jackass,” you whispered, dozing off at the sound of his steady breathing. You felt safe in his arms.

Taehyung wanted, so desperately, for you to notice that he had said that while sober. It was meant to be a confession, no matter how vague it might have been. 

Before he could talk any further, though, you were already sleeping soundly against him. He’d have to save it for another day, Taehyung thought. He leaned down and kissed your eyelid, which fluttered a bit at the contact. Taehyung chuckled.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he whispered, wishing you could hear him.

—

You entered the campus restroom, fully intent on just touching up your makeup, but a cramping sensation in your gut had you rushing into one of the stalls to relieve yourself of the pain. 

As you were about to flush, you heard the clacking of stilettos outside of the stall and you could recognize that noise from anywhere. They were girls in your marketing class, the ones who were in the brink of failing but managed to seduce the TA last minute to get passing marks. You respected them, honestly. If only they didn’t hate your guts.

“I heard [Y/N] and Tae are seeing each other,” the girl with red heels said. You winced at the nickname she gave him. She got dumped by Taehyung a year ago and couldn’t keep her nose out of his business since then.

“No fucking way,” the black heels responded, clearly applying lipstick as her words were somewhat distorted. “That’s like an STD waiting to happen.”

The two of them had started to cackle and you had to admit, that was a pretty good joke. How they found out was unknown to you. Taehyung must have let it slip or something. You’d make sure to give a talking to him later about it.

“No, but get this,” red heels started, “You know that small girl, Hana?”

Black heels girl nodded, you recognized the motion through the sound of her dangling earrings.

“Taehyung managed to get in her pants too and they’re like, kinda serious. Like, about to date serious.”

Black heels gasped over-dramatically and dropped her lipstick into the sink. She picked it up but was still very much shocked.

“But isn’t [Y/N] and her like, super close?” she asked. “Does Hana even know?”

The girl with red stilettos clicked her tongue thrice as if disapproving what her friend was saying.

“You know [Y/N],” she said with a sigh. “You think she cares?”

Her words stung more than you thought. Did people really think of you that lowly? Did they really think you’d betray your friend like that? 

But then again, weren’t you betraying Hana? She liked Taehyung so much and here you were, banging him every weekend with very little consideration towards her feelings. You clenched your thigh with your fingers until you were sure it would leave a bruise. Should you have told her that Taehyung and you were fucking behind her back?

“Well, it’s none of my business anyway,” red shoes continued. “Those two will get what’s coming to them.”

Even as the two left the restroom, you contemplated on their words further, wondering if they were right about you. Somehow your heart felt heavy at the thought of it all. Were you a bad person?

—

You couldn’t shake off the guilt that tugged at your heartstrings every time you saw Hana get ready for a date with Taehyung. You wanted to seem interested everytime she asked for your opinion on her clothes, but you just couldn’t get those words out of your mind. Would those girls tell Hana if they got the chance?

The emotional torment hit the hardest when you sat on Taehyung’s floor, him playing with your fingers as you rested your head on his shoulder. You had both ventured off to the weird parts of Youtube, watching couples explain why they broke up with each other on his phone. It left a sour taste in your mouth.

“Could you imagine being that hungry for attention that you’d broadcast something like this to millions of people?” he chuckled. “Like just break up behind the scenes, no one cares enough about your love life to want a 40-minute video on it.”

You weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying, but was more focused on the several notifications that popped up on the screen from all of Taehyung’s other hookups. You recognized their names easily. Yumi, Jiseo, Sarang, etc. Even your phone didn’t quite blow up with messages like him.

“I feel bad for people in relationships,” you replied eventually. “Like why would you willingly put yourself through that torture?”

You expected him to laugh like usual, but he stiffened.

“Is being in a relationship that repulsive to you?” he asked genuinely.

You nodded in response.

“Fuck relationships,” you said curtly, watching the girl on the screen start breaking down into tears. Taehyung only shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’d like to be in a long-term relationship eventually, even if it hurts in the end.”

You nodded in understanding, but you didn’t quite have the same philosophy.

“Monogamy is weird to me,” you said half-joking. “Maybe when I’m 60 and the possibility of having kids is out of the question.”

Taehyung laughed this time, dropping his phone on his lap on accident. He turned towards you and kissed the top of your head.

“Well, you’d still be hot by then,” he teased. You punched him lightly on the thigh.

You two sat there, enjoying each other’s company silently when another notification rang from his phone. He picked it up, and to your surprise, he answered almost immediately. Taehyung shut his phone off, but before he did, you caught sight of the Caller ID.

Hana. 

You wanted to ask what she sent him, but you didn’t feel like it was your place. Instead, you looked up into his eyes and kissed him deeply. You didn’t know what led you to kiss him, if it was the jealousy or your insecurities, but you couldn’t bother to pinpoint the reason as his hand traveled underneath your shirt. He gently grasped your waist and laid you down softly. There was a bed right next to you two, yet you chose to stay on the floor. As his hand traveled lower and lower, you couldn’t help but get lost in the enigma that was Kim Taehyung.

—

You rolled around your bed, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, but nothing felt right. Hana was at her desk, doing God knows what at 2 a.m. in the morning, and kept the lights on.

“Can you turn off the lights, Hana?” you whined lethargically. “I can’t sleep.”

Hana nodded back in response, but you couldn’t see her.

“Yeah, let me just finish this up.”

You sighed and attempted to cover your head with a pillow. You just wanted to dream for goodness sake. You heard her smack something on the desk and she stood up rapidly. You sat up to see what was going on and was met with Hana’s elated expression.

“It’s done!”

She held up her little project to you and you squinted to get a better look. It was a small poster-board with big red lettering. It said, “Kim Taehyung, will you be my boyfriend?” 

You wanted to cringe at the sight of the bright words. It felt very high school but it was very Hana of her. Your guilty conscience ate you up once again at the sight of her sparkling face. You didn’t have the heart to tell her your real thoughts.

“I know you probably think this is childish,” she muttered, blushing. “But Tae said he never got asked out with a poster back in high school so I thought it was a cute idea! I should stand out from the other girls with this, right?”

The way she asked so innocently made you want to cry right then. She had looked so excited, so full of life and love to give Taehyung something that seemed meaningless to you. She even called him ‘Tae’ in that soft voice of hers. You used to go on and on about how Taehyung didn’t deserve Hana, but you were starting to think you were the one that didn’t deserve him. You’d never even think to have come up with something like that or anything romantic for that matter.

“Is it too cheesy?” Hana asked shyly, looking for some comforting words. She was starting to feel nervous with how silent you were being.

You could only give her a brief smile and a nod.  It was her first relationship after all, there was no need to discourage her.

“It’s the right amount of cheesy for a guy like Taehyung,” you replied halfheartedly, which went undetected by Hana.

She looked relieved as she set it back down on her table.

“Thank God. I just hope he says yes,” she said, finally closing the lights. 

More than ever, you felt awake. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but your heart rate did not slow down at all. It felt like you needed to take a sprint outside to get this feeling of apprehension out of your system. Your palms clammed up and your throat felt constricted.

You couldn’t do this to her anymore, you couldn’t watch a girl so clearly in love with Taehyung be brushed aside for someone like you, whose feelings weren’t even clear to begin with. You heaved out a deep sigh as you collapsed your head back on to the pillow. Desperately, you were searching for a way out of the situation you dug yourself in.

You’ve definitely regretted sleeping with some men in the past, you just didn’t think Taehyung would be one of them.

—

It should’ve been way easier breaking things off with him, but Taehyung purposely made it difficult. Each time you’d bring up Hana’s name in conversation, he’d shut your mouth with his lips. He started to initiate sex more frequently and it felt like he wasn’t even trying to hide you as a lover from his friends anymore. You had confronted him about red heels girl knowing about your secret relationship and only shrugged in response.

“She asked me why I haven’t been texting her so I just told her I was always with you,” he replied back nonchalantly. Needless to say, you did not sleep with him that night.

Nothing seemed like it was going according to plan and your feelings only got more confusing as the days passed. Taehyung had started buying you meals whenever you came over and even set a blurry photo of you as his lock-screen. What was up with him really?

Hana had still yet to confess her feelings, so you were glad that you had some time until you could cleanly cut yourself out of Taehyung’s life. 

Today would be the day, you insisted, but the way he stared down at your lying figure, biting his lip, your mind went blank from any thoughts. You couldn’t even form coherent words as he buries his face onto your chest; he was just too good at this for your own sanity.

“C’mon you can’t be done already, huh?” Taehyung softly whispered into your ear, playing with the ends of your hair as you recollected yourself from another round. You groaned.

“Tae really. We need to talk,” you tried to sound serious and ultimately failing as he planted soft kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“What’s up with that?” he teased. “You sound like a concerned girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes at him. He always made weird jokes like that. He’d say questioning shit like ‘girlfriend’, ‘wife’, and ‘honey’ so often that you had tuned it out after a while. The words somewhat held more meaning now, though, since you were planning to end your friends with benefits relationship that day.

“Well, actually I am concerned about something,” you said, pushing him off of your body to lay next to you instead. You sat up straight. He propped his head under his hand and looked up at you intently. You swore you saw stars in his eyes. God, how did he manage to still look so irresistible?

“What’s up with you and Hana?” you asked, directly making eye contact with him. His face had turned sour quite quickly but then changed to that of satisfaction. He adjusted his position a bit so that he was closer to you.

“Why? You jealous?”

You scoffed.

“No, dumbass,” you said, punching his shoulder lightly. “I’m worried about her. Not you. You’re like, her first love.”

He left out a soft sigh and rubbed one of his eyebrows with the back of his palm. Taehyung always did that when he was put under stressful situations.

“Okay and?”

You rolled your eyes. Truly, he was trash.

“Do you not remember your first love, jackass?” you said, searching for your bra at the side of his bed while still maintaining eye contact. “She deserves way more than what you’re giving her right now.”

Taehyung shook his head and pulled you towards him, stopping your search for your underwear. Your back was against his chest and his lips directly on your neck. You felt his breathing on the enclave of your shoulder.

“So who’s the unlucky girl that deserves me then?” he whispered onto your skin. 

You shuttered, feeling slightly ticklish. You couldn’t believe he was flirting with you even in a situation like this. If it was any other night, you’d have swooned and let him take you once again, but it was nearing 4 a.m. and the guilt was engraved deeply in the back of your mind. You did the one thing that could separate him from you momentarily and elbowed his stomach, sitting up again. 

“It’s not me either, dick,” you chuckled at the way he clenched his core in pain. “If you want to keep seeing her, I need to cut ties with you. I might have done some messed up shit behind people’s backs in the past, but she’s a good friend. I can’t keep hurting Hana like this without her even knowing it.”

Well, it was easier getting those words out of your mouth than expected.

You didn’t bother to look at Taehyung’s face as you stood up from the bed, finally finding your bra on the other side of the room. You’d definitely miss Taehyung’s king-sized mattress and the expensive ass wine you’d drink together, but it had to be done. For the first time in your life, you were walking away from a situation that could get you into trouble. 

You could feel his eyes on you as you searched for the rest of your clothes, managing to get fully dressed in a matter of minutes. He had put on his boxers and sat on the edge of his bed, eyeing your every move.

“Hey, I know you might miss me,” you teased, pinching his cheek lightly. “But, I don’t want to get caught up in any more drama, alright? Hana’s a good girl, maybe you could finally settle down-”

He cut you off, grabbing your wrist and pulling your face towards him. Maybe your heart had skipped a beat for a second there, but that giddy feeling was soon replaced with annoyance at his next words.

“And you? Are you gonna settle down?” he asked with a growl that he only ever brought out on... rough nights. You couldn’t help but laugh at how seriously he was taking this. Maybe he wasn’t lying when he said that you were his favorite fuck buddy.

“Unlike you, I haven’t met a Hana to tie me down just quite yet,” you said, releasing yourself from his grip. “No Prince Charming has ever swept me off my feet.”

You said it with a wink, but those words didn’t sit well with Taehyung. Who exactly was he to you?

“I’ll just stop meeting Hana then,” Taehyung shrugged. “We don’t need to end what we have going on just because of another girl. I could cut her off easily.”

You stared at him for a bit as you combed through your hair and then busted out in laughter. Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows at your reaction.

“Tae, no offense, but you actually can’t do better than Hana,” you shook your head, still laughing at his words. “Do you know how hard it is to come by a girl like her? Like, she’s so good for you. Hana could actually change you, you know that?” 

It seemed pathetic that you were hyping up Hana so much and you could tell Taehyung was starting to get annoyed by it to, but you couldn’t help it. Hana was really better than you in so many aspects. Who were you to try and monopolize Taehyung all to yourself? Who were you to discourage her from pursuing a relationship with him? The right thing to do was to give her a fair shot with her first love.

You walked towards the pair of heels you had left near the bedroom door and slipped them on carefully.

“I could change for you too, [Y/N],” he murmured softly. “If you just ask, I would.”

You blinked at his words but continued to put on your heels. Was he drunk? You just came over after some light studying, you were sure he wasn’t intoxicated. No matter how hard you tried to ignore the rapid beating of your heart, you couldn’t get rid of the guilt that sat in the back of your throat.

“Tae, you and I both know we can’t change each other,” you said finally managing to get your heels on after grabbing the wall. “We’ve been doing this for months and we still manage to find time to fuck other people when we have the chance. Does that sound healthy to you?”

You tried to ease the tension of the conversation, but Taehyung was making it extremely difficult to switch the atmosphere into something more positive. He was angry with you, you could tell by the way he clenched his fists together and looked down at his feet. What did you even do to elicit a reaction this severe?

“Tae? What’s wrong?”

All he did was shake his head in response, not looking into your eyes. You sat next to him, putting a comforting hand onto his lap.

“Tell me. I’m all ears,” you said soothingly. 

He heaved in a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Would you hate me if I said that I’d stop fucking other people if I just had you?” he asked slowly, trying to gauge your reaction without directly making eye contact. You were still for a second and finally, some things had started to click in your head. Your palms started sweating. 

Finally understanding his words, you pulled your hand away from Taehyung’s lap and scoot a bit farther away from him.

“Tae, I wouldn’t be able to do the same for you,” you said straightforwardly. It was best to be honest in situations like this.

He shook his head and finally lifted his eyes, but he looked in front of him instead of at you.

“And what if I told you I was okay with that?” he gulped.

You sat their stunned, not really knowing what to say in response. Truthfully, you were frightened about the implications of his words. What would this mean for you two? For this no strings attached relationship? It all just felt too overwhelming at that moment.

You stood up, grabbing your purse from the floor, and was about to head to the door until he stopped you by the wrist again. He dragged you back to stand in front of the bed where he sat.

“I don’t want Hana, [Y/N],” he said, tears forming in his eyes. “I want you. Only you."

Your heart raced at his words and turned around to face him. As you stood there, staring down at him, you realized how weak he really seemed at that moment. It hurt you to see him like this, but then again, you  should have expected this reaction. He had gotten clingier with you the past few weeks and you were an idiot for not realizing earlier.

Sometimes it was obvious that Taehyung was the more sensitive one out of the two of you, that he was a bit more skeptical of his lifestyle choices. There were times when you’d seen him genuinely heartbroken after getting slapped by girls he’d broken things off with and how he’d send apology texts to the ones he hurt the most. You weren’t like that- more of the type to ghost, the type to block. You couldn’t make an exception for Taehyung, not when Hana was at the dorm preparing her confession of love to him any day now.

“Please stay,” Taehyung croaked, burrying his head onto your long sleeve.

“I can’t Tae,” you said, softly pushing his hand away. “You know I’m not that kind of person.”

Taehyung had started tearing up, his lips forming a scowl. It was the first time you’d ever seen him show such sorrowful emotions. You smiled sadly at him. It felt like you were murdering someone with the way the guilt had completely overtaken your whole body. Staying with him would break Hana’s heart, but leaving him would break Taehyung’s.

In the end, you lose either way. 

You grabbed a handkerchief from your purse and dabbed the tears away from his eyes.

“I can’t hurt Hana anymore,” you replied. “And I don’t want to hurt you anymore either. I’m sorry.”

He had started to sob and you handed the piece of cloth to him so he could wipe the tears off himself. You prayed that you wouldn’t regret letting him go, but knowing you, you probably would.

“It was fun being with you,” you said, carefully, not wanting to push any more buttons. “And maybe if I was a different person we could be something more, but...”

You couldn’t really find the energy to finish your sentence as you watched him cry into the handkerchief. Your heart was hurting so, so much. You wanted to take him into your arms, tell him that none of it was his fault and that you’d do anything just to see his twinkly eyes and bright smile once again. But you were reminded once again of that beautiful expression Hana had when she finished her poster-board for Taehyung, how they looked cruising through campus on their bikes with matching helmets. They’d make a great couple, you thought to yourself. Hana had the emotional availability that Taehyung craved for. This was the right thing to do, you thought.

“Let’s stop seeing each other,” you said with a conviction that only a person who was used to saying those words could muster confidently.

He looked up at you with disdain, scrunching his face in pain. He had never had his heart torn quite like this before. Taehyung wondered then if this was how all the other girls felt when he’d leave them. He realized, at that moment, that he might have deserved having his heart broken.

“Please stay,” he said again, his words distorted from the crying.

You shook your head and turned the door knob.

“I can’t,” you replied, tears threatening to spill over as you exited the room.

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You left his dorm at 4 a.m., successfully evading campus security once again. When you walked towards your own dorm building, you couldn’t help but cry your eyes out. No other break up with the guys in your past had hurt quite like this one, even if you two were just fuck buddies. You didn’t even care about the worried glances people gave you as you passed by, you just wanted to drown in in your sorrows.

You opened the door to your room and Hana was there, reading a book. You composed yourself rather quickly, wiping away your tears before she could notice. Your cheeks were still noticeably puffy, though.

“Where were you?” she asked, taking her eyes off the page she was on to look at the wall clock in the room. “It’s so late, dummy. I stayed up to make sure you were okay since you weren’t answering my calls.”

You gave a fake chuckle.

“You know me,” you teased lightly, with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Another weekend means a new guy.”

She groaned in response.

“I literally can’t wait until you settle down and be all whipped for someone,” she sighed, turning a page on her book. “That way I can actually make fun of you.”

You choked back a cry and took off your heels, collapsing onto your bed.

“I doubt that’ll happen,” you whispered, before drifting off into sleep.

When had it become so easy for you to lie?

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A/N: This was so much fun to write!! I really wanted a realistic depiction of a friends with benefits au so I hope this turned out okay. Let me know if yall want a part two!! I wanted to ask this question to you guys: is [Y/N] a bad person? The [Y/N] in this reminds me a lot of myself so hopefully yall dont dislike her too much LMAO Any suggestions for upcoming stories are welcome. Please let me know how you feel about this, I feed off of compliments and criticisms <3 Much love 

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[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~Chapter 7

(1st December)

9:33 am

"Waah! That was such a hard test." Ria groaned while stretching her body and you sighed whilst nodding.

"Prof. really gave questions from that chapter which I took notes from." You opened your notes to check your answers.

"Y/n, the test is over, so keep the notes back before I throw them out." Ria threatened and you gave her a look before shoving your notes aside.

"Let's go in the garden, you have brought chocolates, right? After taking the test, my sugar level has decreased and hunger has increased." Ria said dramatically dropping her body on you behind and you coughed before dragging her to the garden.

"Oh My God!" Ria laughed out loud causing people in the garden look at you both weirdly and you slapped her arm. "Shush, stop laughing now."

"Okay wait, so Dan almost revealed your story." She snickered before taking a bite of the chocolate.

"Dan seriously, I would kill him someday." You huffed munching your chocolate before you looked around and spotted a familiar figure.

You frowned. "Isn't that Rowoon?"

Ria followed your gaze and let out a sigh. "Woah! They are dating already."

"How can you tell?"

"Look at their hands Y/n, and see how he keeps his arm around his shoulder." She gave you a look which was saying 'why are you so dumb'.

"What! I have seen in dramas, they also do that when they flirt, you know." You debated.

"They don't kiss on the cheeks if they are flirting." She said as a matter of fact tone and you shrugged, not really interested in the topic.

"I feel bad for the guy who would date an idiot like you." She shook her head in disappointment while taking the last bite of her chocolate.

You shot your eyes at her before faking a smile. "You don't have to feel anything because I'm not interested in dating."

"Not interested in dating," She mimicked your tone. "Let's wait and watch."

She crumbled the chocolate wrapper and threw it on your face, you glared at her before taking the wrapper and threw it back at her face.

"Still, I wanna date." She whined.

"Oh, it's class time." You ignored her before standing up and made your way toward the campus.

"Wait for me! You're always ignoring me." She yelled catching up to you but you ran away while her chasing you again.

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12:14 pm

Walking out of the classroom, you were on your way to the cafeteria before texting Ria and while strolling, Rowoon was passing by you and waved his hand to you. Before you could greet him back, lauren quickly dragged him out before sparing you a glance, or say glare.

"What the heck? No one's going to steal your boyfriend." You grumbled, rolling your eyes before walking fast to your destination.

"Oyii, bestfriend!" You got a headlock by your bestfriend making you yelp and you shot a glare at her before she let go of you.

"Woah! What happened? Why are you sending dagger from your brown eyes." She joked and you gave her a look before walking again leaving her behind.

"Okay, jokes aside, what happened?" She asked linking her arms around yours.

"Nothing, that lauren-"

"Lauren? What did she do? Huh? Did she said something to you? Wha-" She started her nonstop questions but halted when you gave her a look of 'will you let me talk'.

"Okay, i'll stop now tell me." She brought crossed arms to her chest and stared at you seriously.

You let out a exhasperated sigh. "That.. Actually Rowoon waved to me and she just dragged him like I was going to jump on him like seriously I'm not even interested in him that way lik-"

"What! How dare she!" Ria exploded putting her hands on her hips. "I knew it! She seemed to be rude with others but how dare she! With my best friend! Just wait i will teach her lesson!"

She rolled up her invisible sleeves and was about to go but you grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Woah! Calm down dragon! What are you doing? It's not even serious and I don't even care about her, so leave it." You said calmly.

"What?"

"Look, she just tried to tell me that Rowoon is her boyfriend, yeah it wasn't her mouth but eyes and I don't really care about whatever she thinks or do, unless she crosses her limit." You stated and she looked at you with frown but nodded.

"Then why were you angry?" She asked.

"It was for a brief minute but then I thought why should I care?" You told her casually and she pursed her lips.

"Right, you're someone who doesn't really care." She smiled and you nodded.

"Anything else?" You folded your arms to your chest.

"No professor, you're amazing." She gave you thumbs up and you both laughed.

"Let's go now, i'm ravenous." You whined, rubbing your stomach.

"I know, you eat-cracker."

"I told you not to call me that."

"What? What are you gonna do? Eat-cracker." She stuck out her tongue at you and you scoffed. "You're dead now!"

She ran ahead with you chasing her before Ria was running as she glanced behind to you and she didn't saw that there was someone walking ahead of her.

"Careful!" You shouted as you saw what was about to happen but too late she bumped into a guy's back.

"I'm sorry." She immediately uttered as she stood straight before he turned around and Ria let out a gasp seeing the person infront of her who was none other than Park Chanyeol.

You quickly jogged upto her and stood in front of the taller guy who was towering over you both.

"You!" He exclaimed looking at her Ria and shifted his eyes to you for a brief second before looking back at her.

"Aren't you that card girl?" He asked showing his big eyes.

"Yes, but I'm not card girl, I'm Ria." She smiled and he nodded smilingly, finally knowing her name while you just looked at both them weirdly until you heard another guy's voice behind you to see none other than Kim Jongin.

"Hyung! Here-." He halted his sentence as his eyes stopped to you both who were looking at him with wide eyes.

"Oh! You!" He exclaimed pointing at you causing you both get startle."You work at that Café, right? Baekhyunee hyung's g-"

Chanyeol cupped his mouth, before he could utter that girl word while You and Ria looked at eachother before looking back at them perplexed.

"Friend, he meant friend." Chanyeol completed his sentence, whilst smiling nervously and you nodded slowly.

"Something like that." You chuckled awkwardly not really sure about the answer.

"So, you go to our college." Jongin spoke, with a surprise tone and you just smiled before he glanced at Ria who was staring at him in shock.

"And you are?" He asked, his corner of lips twitching upward and you glanced at Ria who was still in shock to answer, so you nudged her and she snapped out.

"Uh.. Um yeah, I'm Ria Song Smith, Y/n's bestfriend." She stammered and smiled nervously.

He nodded smilingly before glancing back at you. "So, you're Y/n, we finally met you."

"Eh?" You tilted your head looking at him in confusion.

"Oh nothing, don't mind him." Chanyeol interuppted. "Anyway, we have to go out, so see you around." He smiled and you both nodded.

"Annyeong!" Jongin waved cutely, walking away with Chanyeol behind and he looked back at Ria who was also looking at him before he walked away.

"What was that?" You uttered and looked at your bestfriend who was still looking at the college gate where your seniors went out by.

"Ugh let's go now!" You groaned, dragging her to the cafeteria before her fangirling starts.

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"I can't believe, I met them." Ria said, sitting on her chair.

"Like I met Chanyeol Sunbae once but didn't know I would get to meet them again with Jongin Sunbae of course and they talked to us." She squealed.

"Here she goes again." You muttered before rolling your eyes and sat beside her.

"I don't get it, why don't they eat in cafeteria like the food isn't bad tho." She said and you nodded.

"Maybe, they are fed up from the stares." You joked, shoving spoon of rice in your mouth.

She gasped. "That must be it! They are so handsome, of course people would stare at them."

You looked at her in disbelief. "No, I just.."

"What?"

"No, just eat up." You shook your head but then laughed at your bestfriend who took your joke seriously.

Ria looked at you and understood as you got smacked by her but instead of getting angry, you laughed even more.

"What's so funny?"

You both looked up hearing the familiar guy's voice as he sat opposite of you both and stopped laughing.

"Mark?" Ria looked at perplexed. "We didn't see you the whole day, where were you?"

"Actually, I was in need of a part-time job and found one so went there to discuss about it." He replied.

"Oh? You were looking for a part-time job? You could've just asked Y/n then, she works at a Café." Ria told him and he looked at you in surprised. "You do?"

You nodded. "Yeah, but why are you so surprised?"

"Correct me, if I'm wrong but your family is good financially right? Then why are you working there?" He questioned.

"Yeah, at first I wanted to work there for some experience but now I like working there." You smiled.

"Or is it someo-." Ria's sentence got interrupted as you shoved her spoon of rice.

"Eat a lot." You gritted your teeth and she grinned mischievously.

"What happened?" Mark looked at you both confusingly and you shook your head before glaring at your bestfriend who was munching her meal happily.

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"Why did you both took forever?" Junmyeon asked the two males who just reached their table before getting seated.

"We met someone on the way." Jongin answered filling his plate with the meal while Chanyeol ignored him and sat beside Sehun.

"Who?" Yixing asked who was seated beside him.

"You won't believe, Baekhyunee hyung's girl." Jongin grinned causing Baekhyun stop his chopsticks in his mouth and he looked at the latter with widen eyes.

"What did you say? You met who?" He asked placing his chopsticks back on the table.

"I said I met your girl Hyung." He replied before gulping his water.

"Where did you meet her? And I told you it's not like that, so stop calling her that, she has a name." Baekhyun told him sternly.

"I know, it's Y/n." Jongin said casually smiling in victory and Baekhyun looked at him for few seconds before letting out a sigh. "I hope you didn't spout nonsense infront of her."

"Hyung! What do you take me for!" Jongin whined.

"He almost said she's your girl." Chanyeol intruded and Baekhyun looked at him in shock before looking back at jongin furiously.

"You-."

"Hyung! That was mouth slip, okay!" Jongin defended himself.

"Whatever, Don't talk nonsense to her, no don't even talk to her." He forbid him and jongin smirked.

"Why? You're going to get jealous?" He wriggled his eyes brows and Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

"Stop it and let us eat now." Kyungsoo grunted getting irritate by their conversation and two of them stopped but jongin kept grinning widely at his Hyung who was eyeing him sternly.

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2:14 pm

You were walking towards the Café as usual while listening to some music and getting close to Café, you were so imersed that you didn't felt that someone was walking beside you.

As you glanced to your side, you got startled to see Baekhyun in his simple yellow hoodie and jeans, smiling down at you.

You stopped and pulled out your earbuds, before looking at him astonished. "When did you come?"

"I have been walking beside you for like five minutes now, you didn't know?" He looked at in confusion and surprise.

You shook your head innocently and he imitated you shaking his head while looking at you in amaze.

"How could you get so imersed, that you didn't even felt me beside you." He asked and you just shrugged.

"You shouldn't do that, it's dangerous." He said staring at you in serious expression making you surprise as you've never seen him this serious before except that basketball game day.

Nevertheless, you smiled. "Okay, I'll be careful."

He grinned back."Good, let's go now."

He walked ahead while you stood there staring at his back and wondering.

"What is this? Why did he sounded like dad?" You mumbled then chuckled at your thought.

Baekhyun stopped when he didn't see you beside him and turned around to see you standing there.

"What happened? Come on." He called you out and you nodded before jogging upto him.

You both reached the café and as you were about to open the door, Baekhyun did it gesturing you to go in first as you looked at him and smiled before walking in with Baekhyun behind you.

"Oh? You two came together." Rose said as soon as you both entered.

"We met on the way." Baekhyun told her, making his way to the kitchen and she nodded.

"Rose, did you set the date?" You asked as you approached her at the counter and Baekhyun came out of the kitchen wearing his apron.

"Jack said, they need to recheck the schedule and will inform later." She told and you nodded.

"You talk to jack often?" You frowned and she looked at you but didn't answered.

"Of course, she has to ask him about these things right, Rose?" Baekhyun looked at Rose who looked at you both in perplex and nodded slowly.

You tilted your head. "But Rose, why is your face so red?"

"Oh? Is it?" She laughed looking away nervously and fanning her face. "I just feel hot."

"It's winter." You said, looking at her innocently and trying not to laugh.

"Uh..yeah, it is winter." She stuttered and looked at you who was stifling her laugh and immediately squinted her eyes at you.

"Go get changed and get to work." She pushed you playfully towards the kitchen and you laughed before walking in the kitchen.

You walked out of the kitchen wearing your apron, before walking behind the counter and stood beside Baekhyun who was taking the order.

You started making the drink while watching Rose who was talking on the phone and then you felt a presence beside you.

"Why were you teasing her?" Baekhyun asked but his tone was a complaining one, like a protective brother who was worried for his big sister.

You giggled at your thought before handing him the drink and he gave it to the customer with smile before standing beside of you again.

"The thing is, Rose is the only child and has always kept herself busy with studies and then this Café, so she never had time to date and now finally she's on that track then there's no one to tease her." You explained.

"So, I want to let her feel that how sisters are by teasing her a little bit, if it does make sense to you?" You chuckled and he nodded slowly understanding your point.

"That's good but then you also have to be prepared." He uttered before taking the order from another customer who just came in.

"Why?" You frowned.

"I'm not-" You got interrupted as your hand hit the spoon on the counter causing it to fall and it made a loud sound which startled the customers including you both.

You immediately apologized before squatting down and Baekhyun did the same making your forehead collide with his.

"Ow." You both groaned rubbing your forehead before looking at each other for few seconds and burst out giggling.

"Wait." You hit your forehead with his again lightly and he looked at you in confusion while rubbing it.

"Oh, if you don't hit it again, two horns will grow on your head." You told gesturing towards his head and he looked at you weirdly.

"Who told you that?"

"I saw it in dramas."

He looked at you in disbelief before sighing in defeat and shook his head.

"You and your dramas..," He trailed off as his corner of lips turned upward. "..Are really one of a kind."

With that he stood up before holding out his hand to you and you looked at him frowning before picking up the spoon and took his hand to stand up but got startled to see the customer looking at you both in shock.

"Am I interrupting something?" He eyed you both weirdly and Baekhyun's eyes widen while you were still confused.

You looked at Baekhyun, then to the customer who was still staring at you weirdly and then you realized what he meant which made your eyes enlarged and your face flushed.

"No! It's not like that!" You exclaimed a little loudly startling him and he nodded scared by your sudden outburst.

"Sorry, can you get my order, please?" He looked at Baekhyun and he nodded before doing it while you took the drink to serve a customer by walking away quickly with your red cheeks.

Baekhyun chuckled at your reaction which he found cute and kept smiling while making the drink.

"Is she your girlfriend?" The customer asked him noticing his smile and Baekhyun got surprised by the question.

He shook his head. "No, we're.." he stopped getting confused by his question and thinking what are you both, co-workers? acquaintances?

Then his eyes stopped at you who was talking to Rose smilingly and his lips curved into a smile as looked at the customer.

"Friends, we're friends." He told him before giving his drink to him and the customer nodded.

"I thought you were a couple." He chuckled awkwardly before taking his drink from him and walked out leaving Baekhyun in amaze.

"What did the customer said? I saw you two talking." You questioned as you reached the counter.

"He said, you watch too many times." Baekhyun replied, looking at you seriously and you frowned.

"Hm? How does he know I watch dramas?"

He looked at you for few seconds and then laughed shaking his head. "I'm kidding."

"Huh? What the heck?" You whined making him laugh more and you made a face before walking towards the kitchen leaving laughing Baekhyun behind but his laugh made you smile unknowingly.

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7:51 pm

You entered your home with Daniel behind you before he walked into the kitchen and you sat on the couch while closing your eyes.

You felt peaceful until something cold touched your cheek making you flinch and immediately opened your eyes to see Daniel grinning down at you while holding a juice bottle.

"What the.." You took it from him and he sat beside you before you opened the bottle cap and took a sip.

"Oh right, mom called but you weren't home." Daniel sipped his juice and you sat up straight before bringing your legs up and crossed them.

"How are they? They are coming back tomorrow right?"

"They have to stay for another week."

"Another week? Why? Is everything okay there?" You asked worringly.

He nodded. "Everything is alright, their flight got canceled because of weather and the whole week is booked already."

You nodded pouting. "So I have to tolerate you for another week."

"That's what I'm saying." You shot back and you glared at him before switching on the TV.

You gasped. "Oh, it's Park Seo Joon!"

"Are you a player? You keep changing your actors." Daniel grunted and you scoffed. "It's not being a player, it's called being fan of them."

"Whatever, now give me the remote, I wanna watch." He was about to grab the remote but you pulled your hand behind you.

"No, I'm going to watch my drama."

"Just give me the remote!"

"No!"

"Okay!"

"Okay?" You looked at him in surprise before placing your palm oh his forehead. "Are you sick or something?"

"Shut up! Noona, i'm bored. Let's go out." He requested giving you pleading eyes.

"I don't want to."

"You're always at home, just get out sometimes. Let's goooo!" He whined, shaking your arms and you exhasperated before looking back at him.

"Ugh! Fine."

"Yayy!" He exclaimed and you shook your head before smiling at your brother who looked like a 5 year sold.

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[btschooseafic]

Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: Aviva does a deep clean of the dorm. Yoongi locks himself in the studio.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. [Masterlist]

Track 10: Come Clean

Come Clean - Anfa Rose

“Let me come clean, I’ve been down in the dirt Don't get caught up on the details baby, but I been the worse”

According to the report Aviva received from Namjoon, he, Taehyung, and Jungkook had pulled the short straws and were sleeping on the couches.

Aviva hadn’t been able to stop by the new dorm since they moved in. She was still hoping to find them a larger place (within budget) as well as researching instructors. She had checked in on them in the group chat, and they said they were eating well and keeping a regular schedule. Jungkook called her one night to complain about Namjoon’s late night computer habits, but Aviva talked him into sharing a bed with either Jimin or Hoseok, knowing they wouldn’t mind.

So when she finally got to the dorm, it was a big shock to find it literally covered in trash.

Jungkook waved to her from his place sitting on the couch.

“Hi, Avi-noona...” His cheerful greeting tone faded when he spotted her expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Kim Namjoon-ssi…” Aviva practically growled.

“Yes, Siljangnim?” Namjoon said, entering the room wearing a calm smile. He looked over her face. “Why do you look so anxious?”

“Why?” She gestured around the room. “What the hell happened here? You said things were going fine.”

“They are.”

“It’s a pigsty in here!”

Namjoon shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s just you.”

“It’s okay to be a little messy,” Jin commented as he joined them.

“A little?” Aviva repeated dubiously. Jungkook laughed. She frowned at him. He sobered.

“Seokjin-hyung!” Hoseok said, rushing in. “Are the noodles done yet? I’m hungry…”

“Just you wait!” Jin smiled, turning to Aviva. “You’ll eat with us, right, manager? Do you want an egg with yours?”

“Jin-oppa…” Aviva said slowly. “When you said you could make a meal out of anything… were you counting instant noodles as a meal?”

“You have to eat instant noodles once in a while!” Jin argued. “Like you said—a balanced diet!”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Aviva said. “But I won’t lecture you about it, as long as you’re eating other things as well.”

“Well, yesterday—” Jin started excitedly.

“Ah! Ah! Hyungs! Taehyungie’s being mean to me again!” Jimin said, running over.

Taehyung was running after him. “Hey! Didn’t I say that there would be a slap fight if I caught you messing around?”

“Okay, time to eat!” Jin said loudly. “I’m done noodling around!” Aviva snorted. Jin winked at her. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Huh, instant noodles?” Jimin perked up. “I want some!”

“Noodles?” Taehyung looked over at them. “We’ll have a momentary ceasefire then…” He blinked. “Manager-noona! You’re here!” He skipped over to her, leaning on her shoulder. “Are you eating with us?”

“I guess?” She looked at Jin. “I’ll have an egg.”

“Coming right up.” He nodded.

“Good God…” Yoongi groaned, coming out of the bedroom with his hands over his ears and his eyes narrowed in slits. “Can you guys please keep it down when people are sleeping? Seriously…”

Aviva stared at him. “You’re just waking up? It’s past noon.”

“I told you I’m trying to keep a normal schedule,” he said. Aviva took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out.

“Okay, okay, so maybe you’ve been living in a pigsty off of instant noodles and sleeping at odd hours—are you at least practicing?” She looked around at them.

“Practicing?” Yoongi repeated doubtfully.

“Well, as you can see, we’ve been doing a lot of team bonding,” Jin told her.

“What about that routine Sungduek-ssi wanted you to work on?” She asked. Hoseok blinked, resting his hands on his hips.

“What? Ah, um… what was it again?”

“Was it this one?” Jimin danced awkwardly. Hoseok looked at him and started doing something completely different.

“You haven’t practiced at all,” Aviva realized, sinking onto the couch. She squeaked. “What is this?” She stood up quickly, touching the back of her pants. “It’s wet…”

“Ah…” Jungkook winced. “That was my banana milk. I meant to clean it up yesterday, but I guess I forgot…”

“Okay.” Aviva rolled up her sleeves.

“Uh-oh,” Namjoon said, eyeing her. “She’s getting serious.”

“Noona?” Jimin looked at her in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Look,” she said, holding her hands on her hips. “I get that this is new for you, and it’s exciting, but how do you expect to debut if you keep living like this? What are you guys doing?”

“Actually… we don’t know what we’re doing,” Namjoon admitted. “Like you said, it’s new to us. Bang-PD-nim sort of let us do whatever we wanted in the beginning. But once Chief Youngjin came into the picture, he planed things down to the hour. Now that he’s cut us loose, we don’t even know where to start. We knew you were busy, and we didn’t know who else to ask…” Aviva sighed.

“Sorry we disappointed you,” Hoseok said.

“Oh, Hobi,” Aviva said, her chest feeling tight. “You could be doing better, but so could I. It’s new for all of us… we’ll just have take it slowly, one step at a time.”

“Manager-noona?” Jungkook asked quietly. “What do you want us to do first?”

“I think a good goal would be to write a song,” Aviva thought aloud. “I want everybody to have some input, even if it’s just a little. Stick to whatever feels the most comfortable at first. Maybe Yoongi-oppa can work on a beat...” She looked at him. He smiled at her, making her feel like she missed a step going down the stairs.

“I’ll start right away!” He turned to go back into the bedroom.

“Nope!” Aviva stepped in front of him. “There’s something we need to do before anything else!”

“What’s that?” Taehyung wondered.

“Jin-oppa, do we have these items?” She sent him a quick text. He looked at it.

“Do we have to—“ His eyes widened. “Okay, wow, I’ve never seen such a scary look on your face, okay, yes, I’ll go get the stuff.” He came back a moment later with garbage bags, a vacuum, and a mop.

“It’s time for a deep cleaning,” Aviva announced. “We’ll never get anything done in a house like this.”

Taehyung took one look at the cleaning supplies and tried to make a break for it.

“Grab him!” Namjoon shouted. Jimin and Jungkook pounced. Hoseok laughed.

“Okay, but first, you come with me, Avi-yah!” He grabbed her arm.

“What? Why?” She wondered as he dragged her towards the bedroom. The left side of the room was decidedly neater than the right. The right top bunk was covered in laundry and miscellaneous technology. Aviva could make out a laptop, a camera… was that a disassembled soundboard? The bed beneath it was covered in plushies. On the left side of the room the bottom bunk was covered in skin care products, and a few plushies. The top bunk was neatly made with what looked like a freshly ironed suit hanging on a hanger off the bed frame. She pointed. “I’m guessing this bed is yours?”

“Why do you wanna know?” Hoseok said, wiggling his eyebrows at her as he moved over to a set of drawers. Aviva ignored the innuendo, stepping up next to him to study the line of figurines carefully arranged on top of the dresser.

She smiled. “I didn’t know you collected these.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty cute,” Hoseok said nonchalantly. “Maybe I could even give Jiminie a run for his money.” She hummed uncertainly. Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. No one’s as cute as Jiminie—too bad he’s a slob, like the rest of them.” He sighed, pulling a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer and held it out to her. She stared at it confusedly. “You sat in banana milk. I think these should fit you.”

“Oh.” Her face felt hot. “I forgot. Thanks.” She took them.

“Give your pants to me when you’re done changing,” Hoseok said, moving towards the door. “I’m good at getting stains out—oh, and you should take your jacket off too, so it doesn’t get dirty while we clean! I’ll get you a hanger for it.”

“Whose pants are those?” Namjoon wondered as he watched her cuff the bottoms of the too-long sweatpants.

“Mine!” Hoseok singsonged. “Doesn’t she look cute in my clothes?”

Namjoon frowned, trying not to study the way the fabric highlighted her curves so closely. “Well, sort of…”

“Guys,” she said, flushing. “Shut up and let’s start cleaning.”

Three days later, Jungkook texted Aviva, worried that Yoongi had been locked in the studio working on the new song this whole time.

“He needs sun!” Jungkook said. “And food other than the dumplings Jin-hyung is leaving in front of the door for him.”

Aviva rushed over, going into the room despite the others protests that Yoongi wasn’t himself and she would be better off leaving him alone.

“Manager-nim? What are you doing here so late?” He said, squinting at her through the dark.

“Late?” She walked over to the blackout curtains and pulled them open. He hissed at the sudden light. “It’s noon.”

“My eyes!”

Aviva snorted. “Are you a song writing vampire, Yoongi-oppa?” She ignored his glare. “Either get some sunlight or take some vitamins or something, you’re worrying JK.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“The maknae shouldn’t worry.”

“Shouldn’t he?” She moved over to the computer. “Can I hear what you’ve been working on?” She gasped as he grabbed her wrist. “Aish, Yoongi, your hands are cold.”

“Sorry.” He pulled her back from the computer. “But the bridge isn’t done yet, so you can’t hear it.”

“Yoongi-yah…” She looked at him worriedly. “I appreciate that you’re putting so much effort into this song, but I’m worried about you too. You need sleep. Don’t you love sleeping?”

He shrugged. “It’s my choice if I want to suffer for my art.” He smiled tiredly. “Thanks for appreciating my effort, though. That helps.” He pushed her gently, but firmly, out of the room.

“Joonie…Joon…” Aviva waved her hand in front of his face. They were sitting at a cafe. She had meant to meet up with him and talk about how they could help Yoongi, but his focus was on his notebook. “Are you struggling with the songwriting that much?”

“Well, yeah.” He finally ripped his eyes off of it, looking at her. “How can I figure out a theme if Yoongi-hyung doesn’t let me hear the beat? It’s killing me.” He sighed. “Listen, I gotta get going, keep trying with this. I’ll see you later, okay?”

The next morning, Aviva got a call from Namjoon, telling her that he had accidentally deleted Yoongi’s file while trying to sneak a listen of it.

“It’s partially my fault as well, since I didn’t stop him,” Hoseok thought. “Sorry, Siljangnim.” He clasped his hands together.

She sighed, running her hand through her hair.

“Well, thanks for being honest, guys. I’ll talk to him.”

“Do you think he’ll forgive us?” Hoseok asked sadly.

“…I think so,” Aviva said. “We all know Yoongi-oppa is a lot thoughtful than he pretends to be. And anyway, you’re a team. Arguments are inevitable, it’s how you resolve them that matters.”

“Right.” Namjoon nodded, a serious look on his face. “There’s only one thing to do.” He grabbed Hoseok’s arm. “Let’s go.”

“What?” Hoseok shouted, startled as Namjoon pulled him along.

“I didn’t know you studied computer science,” Yoongi said, watching as she sat in his chair and typed away at his computer.

“Just a little.” She yawned. “I’ve taken a lot of classes on different things—you never know what you might need to know as a manager, right?”

“I guess?” His brow furrowed. “So…what are you doing now?”

“Looking back in the program’s logs… oh.” She grimaced. “Sorry, oppa, the newest version that was auto saved was from several days ago.”

Yoongi let out a deep breath, pushing his bangs away from his face.

“Right. That would be the case.” He tilted his head, studying the dark circles under her eyes. “Listen, you’ve been at this all night. You should go home, get some rest.”

“Hypocrite,” she muttered.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?”

She waved her hand. “I’ll be fine. I just need coffee. Coffee, coffee…” She hummed as she stood up, stretching. “You want some?”

“Sure. You make a good cup of coffee.”

She beamed at him, making his stomach flutter a bit.

When she opened the studio door, Jimin and Jungkook fell inside. They must have been leaning up against the door. Yoongi frowned at them, resting his hands on his hips. Jimin laughed nervously and made a break for it, running over to hide behind Jin and Taehyung, who were standing further down the hall. Yoongi grabbed Jungkook before he could get away.

“What’s going on?” He growled.

“Nothing, we were just… worried,” Jungkook admitted. “You’ve been in here for a while, and Namjoon-hyung and Hoseok-hyung have been locked in the bedroom for days as well…” Aviva frowned.

“They won’t let me in my own room!” Jimin whined. “I want clean clothes, and my skin care products, and my bed, and—“

“I’m tried of leaving food at doors!” Jin whined. “I want to see people eating my food—appreciating it!”

“Is locking yourself in your room the trend these days?” Taehyung wondered, titling his head. “I should take notes.”

“No, no.” Aviva walked over to him and patted his arm. “Don’t be like them, Tae Tae, please. Just be yourself.”

Taehyung smiled at her. “Okay, manager-noona. I can do that.”

“Jin-oppa, I’m gonna make some coffee for me and Yoongi-oppa. I might be hungry, if you wanna pick up breakfast together,” she offered.

“Yes!” Jin waved his arms excitedly.

Yoongi groaned.

“Too loud. I’m going back to the studio…”

When Namjoon and Hoseok finally came out of their room, they revealed they had been working on recreating what they had heard from Yoongi’s file. They hadn’t been able to remember the whole thing, but Yoongi enjoyed the changes they made and asked them to keep working with him on the final version.

“Aw…” Aviva said, watching the three of them chat away.

“It’s so touching, isn’t it?” Taehyung thought, leaning on her shoulder.

#bts #bts x oc #ot7 x oc #fanfiction #bts predebut #bts world #idolverse #manager!oc #ot7 #bts fanfiction #my fics #hey you what's your dream

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Heartworm | pjm

pairing: park jimin x reader

genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers, angst (I can’t write anything else), fluff, a shit ton of cliches, non idol! au, TOO MANY FEELZ, um does black-haired jimin count as a warning? THIS IS SOME REAL DRAMATIC SHIT

words: 26,141 (omg u need to calm tf doWN REY)

--summary: maybe you shouldn’t have believed that friendships lasted forever. after all, people change and grow before choosing a path. but maybe fate can pull a few more strings for you. especially after you realize that a certain friend means more to you than you first thought.

a/n: i dont know what to say lol....idek what this is anymore. I started this at the end of september. SEPTEMBER. I wanted to publish this for his birthday but I’m a slow ass writer. plus i didn’t expect it to get this long. i just kept writing and writing and came up with this MESS soooooo.....happy jimin day?

Heartworm

heart·worm

n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished. 

***

At five years old, you hurt someone for the first time. 

But you are only five years old so you aren't as strong as you think you are. You fully intend on being intimidating, but all that comes across is a whine as you shove the chest of the boy in front of you.

You had been minding your own business, enjoying your time on the playground during your regularly scheduled recess time at preschool. You were trying your absolute hardest to use strands of grass to spell out your name on the pavement. Your tiny fingers would reach over to the patch of grass next to you and pluck out a piece before laying it gently to form the letters. A small smile played on your face and your tongue occasionally peeked past your lips in concentration. 

You felt so at ease, just as any other five year old would have felt. A light breeze blew through your short hair and the sun was high up in the sky, making it easy for you to see your own shadow crouched over the art you were creating. 

You had just gotten to the last letter when things had to go wrong. 

A soccer ball came whirling down and hit the pavement in front of you with a loud smack. The force of its impact scattered the grass you had placed on the ground and it bounced away. 

You look down at the now meaningless pieces and utter disappointment blossoms your chest. Unknowingly, your eyes began to fill with tears. You stand up with tiny fists curled at your sides, looking around for the culprit. The horrible meanie head that decided to ruin your art. 

"I got it!!" you hear someone yell and a boy bounds past you. You watch him go pick up the ball and begin walking back to his friends and anger flares in your chest. 

"HEY!" 

The boy looks at you in surprise. 

"You meanie!"

"What?" he asks in confusion. You take a good look at him. He was basically your height, with fair skin and crescent shaped eyes. He had chubby cheeks and plump lips that were curved into an awkward frown. You curl your lip in distaste. 

"You messed up my drawing!!" you yell angrily, stomping your foot on the ground. He blinked. 

"W-What drawing?" he asks, now holding the ball under his arm. 

You dramatically point at the ground where your scattered grass lay and the boy squinted. He could briefly make out the remnants of some letter of the alphabet and he turned back to you. 

"Oh sorry," he smiles sheepishly. But you weren't having it. 

"That took me a bajillion hours!! You bad poopy head!!" 

He gasps at the horrid insult. 

"I am not a poopy head!!" he yells back. 

"You are!!" 

"No I'm not!!" 

"You are!!" 

"I'm not!!" he says back, now glaring at you with a childish hand on his hip. "And your drawing is so ugly!" 

You gasp, slapping a hand over your heart as though he had physically hurt you. 

"You-!" you spluttered over your words, the anger now taking over. "You are a poopy head!!"

You step forward, placing your stubby hands on his chest and shoving him hard. The boy yelped as he lost balance, stumbling back a few steps before landing on his butt. 

His head whipped up, brows furrowed in an angry frown. 

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU’RE SUCH A BABY!!” he yelled. 

Your anger fizzled out and was instead replaced by sadness and disappointment. The fact that your grass artwork was destroyed and the way this boy was yelling at you made your lip shake. More tears started pooling in your eyes. 

“Y-You’re a bad p-people!” you whimpered pathetically, raising your chubby fists to your cheeks where tears started trailing down. The boy stood up, a frown still on his face as up picked up the ball that had slipped out of his grasp when he had fallen over. 

You, having dramatic tendencies like any five year old, started crying for real, putting your face in your palms. You heard some shuffling. 

“H-Hey now,” a small voice muttered. “Please don’t cry. I’m sorry for being a poopy head. Your drawing was not ugly,” 

You raised your head slightly, your tears halting too quickly. 

“R-Really?” you sniffled. 

He smiled widely, showing off pearly white teeth with a few gaps in between. He nodded eagerly. 

“Yup!” he chirped. “The ball fell on it while we were playing. Sorry!” 

Your tears halted completely and you too beamed at him. 

“It’s okay! Wanna be friends with me??” 

“Yeah!!” he said excitedly. 

“I’m (Name)! (Last Name) (Name)!!” you smiled. “I’m five!!” 

“Ooh I’m six! And my name is Park Jimin!! Now we’re friends!!” 

***

At seven years old, you have your first crush. 

He is seven, like you, and he’s in your class. When your teacher lines up your second grade class, you hurry to stand behind him, blushing heavily and twirling your short hair around your pointer finger. 

“Jinwoo, why don’t you come solve the problem on the board?” your teacher asks sweetly and you beam as the cute boy stands up from his seat and walks up to the board. 

112 +17 = 129

His handwriting was pretty. (Though what would you know? You were still seven; even scribbles would be considered pretty to you). 

The teacher nods with a satisfied smile and Jinwoo grins proudly, making you blush from the back of the classroom. 

“Alright, that’s enough of math. Why don’t we go outside to see our butterflies for science today?” 

So, you eagerly trip over your pink sneakers and run to stand behind Jinwoo. He turns to look at you and grins at you and you turn away obviously, smiling just a bit. 

Your class, lined up neatly, begins walking through the hallways to go outside. You could count the stripes on Jinwoo’s shirt and see the slight sheen of golden in his straight brown hair. 

“We’re passing the third graders. Everyone stick to the left side!” 

You briefly tear your eyes away from Jinwoo and look to the line of slightly taller kids walking past your class. 

You catch a familiar gaze and grin. 

Park Jimin walks past you, his eyes crinkling into crescents at the sight of you. 

“Hi (Name),” he whispers as he passes. 

“Hi Jiminie,” you giggle. And then he is out of sight. 

You enjoy your time outside with the butterflies, feeling fluttery when Jinwoo laughs at them or falls into the grass along with his friends. 

Your happiness stays with you throughout recess. As you crouch down, dragging a piece of chalk across the pavement, a pair of blue sneakers run up to you. 

“Whatcha drawing?” a voice asks. You peek up and smile at Jimin. 

“A butterfly! Is it pretty, Jimin?” 

Jimin nods quickly, plopping down on the pavement. 

“Ew, Jiminie! Don’t sit on the floor! It’s dirty! You’re gonna catch germs!” you warn him, crinkling your nose in disgust. He grins toothily. 

“No I won’t!” 

But you don’t really pay attention to him. Instead, your eyes stray to where Jinwoo is kicking a soccer ball around with his friends. 

“Who ya looking at?” Jimin squints to catch the interesting sight. You don’t move and he realizes that you are indeed staring at one of those boys. 

“Why are you looking at them?” 

You look up at him with wide eyes. Your seven year old mind is racing. 

“Jiminie, you’re my bestest friend. So I’m gonna trust you and tell you a really really really big secret!” 

Jimin leans closer to you, voice quieting to a whisper. 

“What secret?” 

“You know Kim Jinwoo?” you ask him. 

“The one in your class?” Jimin inquires. You nod. “What about him?” 

“I think I….” you take a dramatic breath. “I think I love him,” 

Jimin’s hands fly to his mouth and his brows shoot up. 

“No way!! That guy?” 

You nod seriously. 

“I dreamt about marrying him,” 

Jimin’s jaws remain agape as he takes in this juicy piece of gossip. 

“Oh no! (Name), I think we’re too little to get married,” he sighs. 

“Whatever,” you dismiss. “I know I love Jinwoo and I’m going to marry him. And at my wedding, you’ll be my best man!” 

He laughs. 

“Isn’t the best man for the boy?” 

You blink before resuming your tracing on the ground. 

“Oh? Then I guess you can be my bridesmaid!” 

***

At 12 years old, it suddenly hurts to go to school. 

Perhaps it is the total disregard you had for your own image. 

Up until now, it seemed that nobody really cared about others. People were just friends no matter how one looked or dressed. 

But when you turned 12 and entered the seventh grade, everyone began to discuss being pretty and discuss cute boys and discuss who was taking who to the winter dance. 

You didn’t know it would be this way. 

So you didn’t take any care of your body image. Throughout the summer you had eaten to your heart’s content and leisurely watched as much television as you liked. Naturally, you put on a bit of weight. But you didn't necessarily know that once you turned 12 people would suddenly start expecting you to be skinny. And soon enough as the year went on, you started feeling a little bit worse whenever you looked at yourself in the mirror. You stopped wearing form-fitting clothes and instead drowned your body in bland oversized sweatshirts. Watching the girls who had the body totally pull off clothes you only aspired to wear made going to school feel like a liability. 

You push every tray of school pizza away from you despite the grumbling of your starved stomach. Looking down at it, it seemed so appetizing even with its grease, especially since you had skipped breakfast too. But one glance at the chubbiness of your thighs made you push it away without a second thought. 

That's how you had been getting by anyway. Until that day. 

A sharp smack to your shoulder made you wince. 

You quickly whipped around to see a familiar disapproving frown. 

"What the hell, (Name)?"

"What?" 

"Why aren't you eating, huh?" 

You blinked as guilt arose in your chest. Jimin's frown deepens and he quickly sits next to you. He reaches for the tray and pulls it in front of you before looking at you expectantly. 

"I don't feel like eating, Jiminie,"

He sighs. 

"Don't lie to me. You're obviously starving. Why won't you eat?" 

"Don't worry about it," you mutter, turning away from him. 

"HEY JIMIN!! C'MERE!!" a few boys were yelling from across the cafeteria. 

"You should go," you urge, nudging his elbow gently in the direction of his eighth grade friends.

“Not until you put some food in your mouth. And that doesn’t meet spit it out later!!” he scolds, crossing his arms. You pout, but do as he says. After all, you knew more than anyone, how stubborn Jimin could be. 

He smiles a bit in approval. Though his attention tears from you at the yells from his friends. 

“I gotta go. See you later, (Name)!” 

By the end of the year, you were eating meals regularly. 

***

At 15 years old, your friendships change. 

Your second year in high school had been nothing short of hell. Schoolwork had become more tedious and managing your social life became a chore. You could only wish to be one of those kids who had it all. The brains, beauty, and just the fact that everyone wanted to be around you. Unfortunately you were just average. There was nothing special about you. You could go a whole day without being at school and nobody would notice you were gone, save for the few friends you’ve acquainted over the years. You couldn’t help but keep wishing you had been likeable. 

You had been watching your friends acquire dates for school dances and bail out on hanging out with you to hang out with their significant others. But it wasn’t that big of a deal because you are still only 15 years old. 

But you also lack a close friendship. You lack a person to go to whenever you really need to rant or to cry or to laugh. 

You thought you had that, but you didn’t. 

You thought you had that in Park Jimin, but you didn’t. 

Oh, Jimin. 

The Jimin you had met in preschool had left. The Jimin you were friends with in the second grade had changed. The Jimin you knew in the seventh grade had disappeared. 

And instead in his place was this Jimin. 

This Jimin, the 16 year old Jimin, the Jimin in the junior year, wasn’t your Jimin. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to him. This new Jimin. Just like everyone else couldn’t help but keep their eyes on him. Obviously, for he had definitely changed. 

In looks, maybe not so much. He still had the slight chubbiness to his cheeks, the same crooked front teeth, the same straight black hair, the same kind crescent shaped eyes. But he wasn’t as shy as he was as a second grader. Instead he now caught the attention of everyone around him. He was intelligent and charming. 

So naturally, he garnered positive attention. He had been his year’s class president since he was a freshman. He was one of the star members of the school Dance Team. He had won regional competitions all over Busan. He was dating Kim So Jung, one of the prettiest and most popular girls in the eleventh grade. And no, she is not one of the rude girls, but rather she is sweet and kind and intelligent. He has the best grades and plays on the Boy’s Soccer Team and he is just perfect. 

Everyone loves him. Everyone wants to be around him. 

And you are gradually forgotten. It breaks your heart. It really does. It breaks your heart that the only interaction you have with him now is an awkward smile in the halls as you pass. It breaks your heart that there are never any text messages from him, let alone calls. It breaks your heart that you cannot go to him when you need him most. 

He is not the same. Neither are you. 

He just isn’t the Jimin that you once knew. And that’s fine. People change; you know that. You cannot blame him for anything. It is not his fault. He isn’t a bad person or anything. He just has other interests and better friends. He is also older than you. Why would he prefer to spend time with a younger kid than people of his own age? 

You accept this. You decide that it is good for the both of you. It’s time you became a bit more social and enjoy yourself to the best of your ability. 

It is your sophomore year of high school that you make an important friendship. You know this friendship will last a long time. 

Your closest friend becomes Hirai Momo. She has just moved to your school and she is nothing short of a sweetheart. She is pretty and kind and loving and smart. And she is the greatest friend you could have asked for. 

You tell her everything about yourself as does she. And you are happy. Halfway through the year both of you meet Lee Jihoon. And he easily joins your little circle and you become an inseparable trio. 

Everything goes just fine, until you are assigned partners for writing a story in your Journalism class. This class, an elective, was open to all grades, and just to your luck, you got assigned to none other than Park Jimin. 

A part of you was relieved. You knew it could have been a lot worse. You could have ended up with someone you didn’t know at all. Or even worse, someone who was unkind or like a bully. 

But you got assigned to your friend. So that made you happy. 

But another part of you was slightly nervous. It had been a substantial amount of time since the two of you had spoken, and you wanted to avoid the inevitable awkwardness. But nonetheless, when you hear his name, you can’t help but smile. 

That smile faltered when you looked to Jimin. His friends were looking at him with a look of pity mixed with humor. As though they felt bad for him but also wanted to make fun of him. 

“Sorry man,” you heard one of the seniors  - Ha Sungwoon, you think his name is - mutter with a slightly sympathetic smirk. The way Jimin responds makes you almost gasp. 

“This is gonna suck,” he mutters. 

So does this mean...he is ashamed to be your partner? Or perhaps annoyed? Upset? Angry? 

Whatever the reason is, it doesn’t seem good. So when it is time for you to join him, you approach him feeling nervous, upset, and scared. 

He doesn’t say much, only a quiet “Hey,” as you take a seat. You both briefly discuss how you both will split the workload and start the project. It is quiet between you two, and you hate the fusion of tension and awkwardness in the air. You decide to be brave. You decide to be the one who tries. 

“H-How have you been?” you ask, looking up from your work to him. He doesn’t raise his head. 

“Fine,” he replies, short and quick. There is no how about you or thanks for asking. 

It is just fine. 

You are not stupid. You can understand disinterest when you see it. So you shut your mouth and continue working for the rest of class, your heart mourning the loss of a friend. 

He just packs up and leaves with his friends at the end of class, despite the two of you not finishing your work. You know that the two of you still have to discuss how you will finish. So once again you try to be brave. 

After school as you walk home with Jihoon, you whip your phone out to text Jimin. You notice that it takes a lot of time to scroll all the way down to his contact and that makes you sad. Regardless, as you find his name you type up the most formal text message you can manage, stating exactly what work you will do and what he can do and you hesitate, but click send anyway. 

You only care about your grades. Not about your partner. 

You watch the screen for a few minutes, slightly droning out Jihoon’s rambling about the girl in math class who had confessed to him earlier in the day, and await a response. 

It doesn’t come though, and your mood drops even further into a dark pit as you tuck your phone away. 

You walk with Jihoon to his doorstep, waving to his mother and politely declining her offer of snacks and head home. 

You feel weird. It was like a part of you was missing. 

Although you understood that deep inside you knew that Jimin was not going to be the same. Deep inside you had already realized that you both had drifted too far. You both had changed too much and now you knew that you would never be the same again. 

That didn’t stop it from really hurting though. 

You tried to distract yourself from thinking about him by starting up the pile of homework you had. You were sure that as you progressed into the later years of high school it would be a lot worse, but you were already so stressed. 

A couple of hours later, when you had finished graphing the last parabola, you decided to move onto Journalism. Knowing very well that you and Jimin had to work on this together, you decided to kill your suspense and check whether there had been a response from him. Turning on your phone, the home screen didn’t show any new notifications and your heart sunk. You opened up your messages and scrolled to Jimin’s name, just to check if it sent or not. Just in case. 

You wish you didn’t, because then you wouldn’t have found out the Jimin had left you on read. 

To any other person, it wouldn’t seem like much. But to you, it meant a lot. Because four years ago the two of you had promised to never leave each other on read. 

Ever. 

And sure it might have been some stupid 11 year old promise but the two of you stuck to that rule for the longest time. 

Well, I guess not anymore. 

You had lost him now. It was confirmed. Park Jimin was no longer your best friend.

In fact, he wasn’t even your friend anymore. 

You were nobody to him. 

And unfortunately, that made you cry. You cried and cried. 

People who don’t go through it wouldn’t understand the feeling. They’ll shrug it off, saying that it’s just a stupid friend. You’d find more friends, it’s not a big deal. 

But it was a big deal. 

He was your first best friend and you thought he always would be. 

Guess not. 

Your mother came home and immediately panicked seeing you in your state of tears. 

She ran to you and began to demand what was wrong and so you told her. You told her about how high school was rough and you had so much work and that you just lost Jimin and didn’t even understand why. 

“Oh honey,” she sighed with sympathy in her eyes as she rubbed your back. “I’m so sorry. I know you really cared about Jimin. I can’t believe he isn’t your friend anymore. It’s so sad,” 

You could only sniffle and nod. 

“I know it’ll take some time to get used to it, (Name). But don’t let it bring you down. You have Momo and Jihoon, right? They’re true friends,” 

She was right. 

“It might seem like it’s bad now, but you will get over it. Sometimes things don’t work out. Especially friendships,” 

***

At 17 years old, you think you are in love for the first time. He is sweet and kind and always laughing. He has a beautiful smile that lights up the room and eyes that express the happiness he always seems to feel. He is your age, with short brown hair and honey-like brown eyes. 

His name is Choi Youngjae and you can’t help but like him. 

He isn’t very popular but has a substantial amount of friends and you know that he treasures them. 

So you spend the first few months of your last year before college blushing like a schoolgirl, as embarrassing as that sounds. It can’t be helped though. 

You’ve fallen, and fallen hard. 

Jihoon thinks you are ridiculous, as he remarks almost everyday. And Momo laughs and teases you at every opportunity. You don’t mind though. In fact it makes you very happy. Because you can tell that you will have those two for the rest of your life. 

The weeks go on and all you can do is pine from afar. You like being able to do so; it reduces the stress of a confession or the likes of it. Even though a part of you is wishing to be able to date him and let him take you to the prom. But you have come to terms that it will most likely never happen and that the universe doesn't play favorites. 

But that doesn't deter your mood. With such good friends and a sweetheart for a crush you don't have much to worry about. 

Especially since you don't have to worry about seeing Park Jimin in the hallways. You don't have to worry about texting him for a Journalism project. 

Nope. None of it. 

Because Jimin had graduated last year and was probably having the time of his life in college. But you didn't want to spend time plaguing your thoughts with him. 

So instead you tried focusing on your teacher. But that didn't happen either because you were distracted once again by the familiar head of floppy light brown hair.As she assigned the next task for the class, you stood up to go sit with Jihoon as partners. 

"Okay you do these four problems and I'll do these ones," he said, pulling out his notebook and beginning to label the problems. 

You nodded half-heartedly as you begin working on the problems. 

A loud laugh cut off your train of thought and you couldn't help but smile. You knew that laugh. 

Risking a peek, you saw Youngjae laughing his ass off at something his friends had said. The same way he always did. Jihoon grinned at you knowing fully well what was on your mind. 

"Shut up," you muttered, though it was hardly serious considering the smile on your face. 

He snorted and continued working while you continued sneaking glances at your unrequited crush. 

Though, you didn't expect to be noticed. 

You almost have a seizure when Youngjae’s pretty brown eyes meet yours from across the classroom. You physically choke and began hacking and Jihoon clicks his tongue and begins smacking your back. How embarrassing. 

Though when you sneakily glance back up, Youngjae is shyly grinning at you. 

You look away to hide your smile. 

***

At 18 years old, you have your first break up. It is one month before you turn 19 and one month before you officially start college. It is nerve-wracking but also relieving because you have survived the hell known as high school. 

But that means letting go of some important people in the process. You know it’s not forever; in fact there are many methods for you to stay in touch with them. But it is sad because you know you won’t get to see them everyday like you used to. 

Your bedroom is clean, neat, and slightly bare as you survey it. Your closet is mostly empty as you have packed a majority of your clothes and transferred it to Seoul where your university is. Your father comes in and gently places a hand on your shoulder. He offers you a slightly melancholic smile and you are already missing him. 

“Ready to go?” he asks you and you nod with a soft smile, reaching up to hug him. He releases you and smiles once again before making his way out of his room. Your sister, who is going to be a freshman now, is helping your mom pack some homemade food for you, knowing very well that you will miss it. 

You take another glance around and think of all the times you’ve had in this very bedroom. 

You can remember Momo and a few other girls sitting on your bed and applying makeup for each other on the night of the senior prom. You can remember Jihoon laying on the floor with you under a horde of blankets as you watched scary movies on your computer with the lights off. You can remember playing dolls with your eight year old sister. You can remember your dad lifting you up and running around to make you feel as though you were flying. You can remember your mother gently lulling you to sleep as she read the lines of some fairytale. 

And sadly, you can remember all ages of Park Jimin playing in your bedroom. You see the six year old Jimin giggling with you when both of you are covered in mud. You see the eight year old Jimin teaching you how to dance, his chubby fingers linked with yours as he twists you around the room. You see the 13 year old Jimin sitting on your bed, a soft frown on his face as he looks down at you. His arm is securely wrapped around your shoulders and you are crying because you think you are too fat, too ugly. 

And then, 13 year old Jimin disappears into a wisp of smoke and you only then realize that you are silently crying. It is hard not to miss everything that has happened. 

You meet your roommate. She is a sweet and pretty girl named Sana Minatozaki and she is in your year. She has moved from Osaka to study in Seoul and you both decide to help each other out. 

As soon as you’re settled in, you call Momo to find out how she is doing. She is going to university in Japan, and you miss her a lot. She is still the same as always when you speak with her. You catch up, telling each other about leaving home and how the dorms were and what your campus was like. 

In the midst of the call, you add Jihoon, who is studying classical music, and talk with both of them for hours. 

A slightly sour topic is brought up. 

“Hey...how are you doing? You know…? After the…..” Momo cannot bring herself to continue, but you know what she means. It’s sweet, how much she cares for you. 

“I’m fine,” you dismiss with a wave of your hand.

“Are you sure?” Jihoon asks. “I know Youngjae meant a lot to you,” 

Ah, Youngjae. 

The first person you had ever loved. And the first boyfriend you had ever had. 

The first part of your senior year of high school was spent in dejected thoughts of an unrequited crush. But unbeknownst to you, fate was sometimes on your side. 

Well, fate had given you Youngjae, anyway. 

You didn’t see it happening. You always thought your feelings would go unnoticed. 

But it turned out that Youngjae had returned your feelings which made you the happiest a girl could be. That one day, after his friends Yugyeom and Bambam had gleefully shoved him up to you and he had shyly asked you out was one of the best days of your life. Starting then, he was yours throughout the year. 

He had been the perfect definition of a boyfriend. He had taken you on dates, helped you with homework, even took you to prom. But on your side, guilt started gnawing at your insides. As the year went on, you started feeling as though it was slightly forced. You loved Youngjae, you really did. But you didn’t feel like he was the sole reason that your life was happy and you almost felt as though you were pushing yourself through this relationship. 

It wasn’t his fault; he was nothing but a sweetheart and you loved him for everything he did. But maybe it was because you knew from early on that your relationship was going to come to an end. Youngjae wanted to go to school for Theatre and Film and you were looking into Journalism and Writing. And though both of you were planning on studying in Seoul, it still felt as though you were both traveling down separate paths. 

So, the breakup was tough. 

It had broken your heart, since you had been so in love with him for almost two years, but you knew it was for the best. Your relationship would just be too much to handle. You were both applying to different schools, had different interests, and wanted different things out of life. Besides, you wanted to first get used to college before you could maintain a steady relationship. 

You both dragged out the time leading up to the impending breakup for as long as you could. You spent the summer before college basking in each other’s company and giggling about memories that only stupid high school kids could make. It felt nice, and you suddenly remembered why you were so in love with him. 

By God, Choi Youngjae is perfect. 

But to both of you, college meant a fresh start. 

So you promised that it wasn’t goodbye. If your feelings still stayed, then maybe the future would bring you both back to each other.

Despite it all, you cry when you get home. It is a weird feeling in your chest, as though you have lost something that wasn’t quite yours. It is a nostalgic feeling, lingering somewhere in the recesses of your past subconscious, linked to someone who seems all too familiar. 

But it is kind of easy to let him go. 

That tells you one thing: 

It wasn’t really love. 

***

You celebrate your 19th birthday after 3 weeks of college. Sana, who has already become like your sister, takes you out to a restaurant that is just outside of campus. You have a lot of fun with her. She clutches her stomach as she laughs while you animatedly recall the most recent experience in your Literature class and grin at her obvious amusement. You shovel some grilled chicken into your mouth as she speaks to you. 

It is one of your best birthdays just because you feel at ease in the best way possible. Sure, there are countless assignments still waiting for you at home and you've skipped your part time job to come out tonight, but it's your birthday, and you deserve to enjoy yourself. 

The first thing that interrupts your night is loud laughter. 

Sana turns around to look at the door as a group of guys flood into the restaurant, talking loudly with one another. She turns back to you and starts up the conversation once again, ignoring the group of chattering males that take a seat in the booth by the window. You do the same, continuing with the chicken in front of you. 

"Well fuck Taehyung, I can't believe you did that!!" one of them yells in disbelief, though you can hear the grin in his voice. The voice sounds familiar, and you quickly glance to the side to see Ha Sungwoon from your high school. 

"Oh jeez," you mutter. Sana raises a brow. 

"What?" 

"I know that guy," you sigh. It's not like you had anything against Sungwoon; you had never really spoken to him. But he was his friend. 

"Which one?"

"The one in the red shirt," 

"Ah," 

You manage to drone them out and giggle as Sana talks badly about one of her professors. 

"Where is your boyfriend, Tae?" 

You look to see who is being addressed and almost spit out your drink. Because someone that attractive should not be allowed to exist. 

He has light brown hair that is parted down the side and a dark headband is wrapped around his temple, exposing his forehead. His skin is golden tan and he has dark brown eyes. His smile is the killer though; it is rectangular and you’re sure he’s charmed a million people with that smile before. 

“Shut up, hyung,” the guy mutters with a playful roll of his eyes and in the deepest voice you had ever heard in your life. “He’s my best friend, not my boyfriend. I’m straight,” 

The other man grins in response. 

“He’s probably still at the studio. You know how the idiot is about dancing,” ‘Tae’ sighs, whipping out his phone to presumably text the person in question. 

“Yup, he’s been like that for as long as I’ve known him,” Sungwoon comments. ‘Tae’ smiles softly. You turn away to look at Sana and she questions your expression. 

“People that attractive shouldn’t exist,” you mutter, jerking your head to the side. Sana laughs. 

“What, you mean Kim Taehyung?” 

“Is that his name?” you ask, genuinely curious. She nods. 

“He’s in my Filmmaking class and a second year. Really popular,” 

“I can tell. He’s way too good-looking for anyone to ignore him,” She agrees with you. “Just like you. You’re way too pretty,” you grin at her and she looks at you, appalled. 

“No way!! You’re prettier!!” 

Your jaw physically drops at her statement. 

“No way!” 

You spend the next few minutes bickering with her on the useless topic. You weren’t ugly. But you weren’t gorgeous like Sana was either. You were average. In fact, you felt as though puberty had just hit you as you graduated high school. You grew an inch or two taller and your acne had cleared up. You had grown your hair out so that it was a change from your normal short hair. But that didn’t make you much more beautiful. It’s fine; you loved yourself anyway. 

“Finally!” Sungwoon groans and you look up at the door. 

Big mistake. 

You knew that there was a chance he’d be here. You had heard from so many people that he had gone to school in Seoul. But that didn’t make it any easier to see his face. 

Park Jimin looks up from his phone, grinning at his friends. 

The amount of change you see from eighth grade Jimin is slightly shocking. 

His hair is still black, but instead of the classic ‘coconut’ hairstyle he had before, it is parted on the side, exposing his forehead and resting against his skin in fluffy strands. His skin is as clear as it’s always been (he’d always been particular about skincare) and he has grown much taller than before. While you were taller than him in middle school, now he could use your head as an armrest if he so desired. His arms were toned with muscles easily visible from the plain white T-shirt he was wearing. His muscled thighs were covered with black skinny jeans and you had to physically tear your eyes away to avoid staring. 

His smile was still the same. His eyes crinkle up into crescents when he grins at his group. 

You had gradually stopped remembering him as he moved out of your life. It had become easier to talk to him and walk by his house without waving to his mother. But now that you’re seeing him, the feeling of missing him hits you tenfold. You shakily smile at Sana as she continues to talk, thankful that she didn’t notice your moment of weakness. Though you can’t help but keep your ears open. 

Behind Jimin enters another young man who is slightly taller than him but equally as handsome. He too is very toned and he has a wide smile that brightens up the whole room.

“Oh? Hoseok hyung? I thought you said you couldn’t make it?” Taehyung grins, looking at the man behind Jimin. Hoseok shrugs. 

“Eh, I needed a break,” 

“Well don’t just stand there,” another guy at the table with Taehyung says boredly. He has mint green hair, very pale skin, and dark cat-like eyes. “Sit down,” 

Jimin walks straight past you as you turn your head to the opposite side. 

“What’s wrong?” Sana asks, leaning forward and lowering her voice to a whisper. 

“You know the one in the white T-shirt?” you ask, covering one half of your face with your palm. She nods. 

“Yeah, Park Jimin? He’s Taehyung’s best friend,” 

A sharp stab of pain hits your chest as you remember the time when that used to be you. 

“Yeah, him. We grew up together. We used to be best friends when we were younger but then…” you trailed off. Sana grew sympathetic. 

“Let me guess: he thought he’d found better friends and forgot about you?” 

“Basically,” you mutter. She waves her hand. 

“Who cares?! His loss. It’s your birthday; don’t think about that loser! Besides I get my wife all to myself now,” she winks and you grin. “Are you done with your dinner, wife?” 

You nod with a smile. 

“Yup, let’s pay,” 

She stops you. 

“AHSUSH!! WAIT A SECOND!!” then she turns to one of the staff there and nods. Then, out of nowhere, they bring out a chocolate cupcake with a single lit candle and set it in front of you. A few of the staff sing Happy Birthday, along with Sana who is screaming the song as though she wants the whole world to know that you were born today. You smile in embarrassment as she finishes the song. 

You lean forward and blow out the candle without making a proper wish. People clap and you smile at them. From your side you hear clapping too, and when you look up, both Taehyung and Hoseok are clapping. You offer a weak smile at the both of them but you can’t help yourself. 

You look to Park Jimin and meet his eyes for the first time. 

His expression is difficult to decipher. He is not smiling, nor does he smile when you look at him. He looks at you as though you are a ghost. 

You look away and smile at Sana. You do not want to ruin your birthday. 

“Thank you,” you grin at her. She nods proudly and motions for you to eat, though she too looks at Park Jimin from the corner of her eyes, and has to resist a glare. 

***

You cannot believe your luck. 

What were the odds that you would get paired up with him for a project? 

Seemingly, very high. 

Taehyung smiles at you as he approaches you after your class and bows quickly. 

“Hi! Even though we’ve been in the same class for the last four months, we’ve never talked. It’s nice to meet you! I’m Kim Taehyung,” 

You look at him warily. Why is he so nice? 

He had a reputation for being a heartbreaker… 

Nonetheless, you smile up at him awkwardly and reciprocate a lower bow. 

“Nice to meet you too. I’m (Last Name) (Name),” 

He grins. 

“I know,” 

You are tempted to ask how he knows you, but you keep your mouth shut and instead try a smile. 

“You’re a first year, aren’t you?” he makes small conversation as you start walking. You nod. 

“And you’re a second?” 

He smiles. 

“So when do you want to do this project?” you ask him, now cutting directly to the chase. He pauses to think before a small rectangular smile graces his handsome face. 

“Does this weekend work for you?” he asks and you nod. There is a lot of other work you have to do, but you would prefer to finish the project and to get away from Taehyung as soon as possible. You don’t want to risk anything with him or his best friend. His smile widens. 

“Cool. I’ll text you the address, yeah?” he asks, holding out his phone and you belatedly realize that he wants your number. You take the phone and input your digits before handing it back to him. He grins and quickly raises his phone to capture a picture of your stunned face before you can even process. 

“No!! Why did you-?! Taehyung, delete it!!” you whine, reaching forward as he stretches his hand up high. 

Curse your height. 

“I needed a contact picture!” he laughs. You groan and frown up at him. A quiet ding! sounds in your pocket and Taehyung smiles. 

“See ya Saturday, (Name)!” he tips his head and then turns around to leave as though he is the most carefree person on the planet. You are not convinced. He still has his reputation and you will not put it past him to live up to it. When you do check your phone, you can only sigh when you read ‘TAEHYUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG’ 

“Where are you going at this hour?” Sana asks from where she is sprawled across her bed. You slide your laptop into your satchel and swing it over your left shoulder. 

“I have a project for Photography so I’m meeting my partner to work on it,” you answer as you slip a pair of boots on and open the door. 

“Ah, I thought you were going on a date,” she giggles. You quickly look down to the beige sweater, black leggings and boots that make up your outfit, before quickly touching your loose hair. 

“Why? Does it look like I tried too hard?!” you ask, panicking just a little. She smiles with confusion. 

“No? I just meant you looked cute,” 

You sighed with relief. 

“Good. My partner is Kim Taehyung and I do not need him to think that I’m into him,” you say, shutting your eyes with slight frustration. Sana snorts with amusement. 

“Kim Taehyung?” she grins. “Oh, good luck with that, babe,” 

“Thanks,” you respond with a playful roll of your eyes and bid her goodbye before shutting the door behind you. As you walked out of your dorm building, you pulled up the address Taehyung had sent you yesterday. You had assumed that he would have invited you to his dorm or something similar, but from the minimal knowledge you had about your college, it didn’t seem like this address was on campus. Perhaps some cafe or library where you two could work without disturbance? You shrugged it off and started the walk, seeing that it took about 15 minutes and mentally prepared yourself for Kim Taehyung’s personality. 

After around 20 minutes of walking, you are shocked to find yourself face to face with an apartment building. It looks decent, not too dilapidated nor too lavish. It seems cozy and has a warm feeling to it that you can’t quite explain. Nonetheless, you are wary and do not want to enter the wrong place so you shoot Taehyung a quick text. 

(Name): am I at the right place??

You start pacing as you await an answer, too nervous to go to the door. After a few minutes, you get too impatient and call him instead. Three rings pass and then: 

“Ah (Name)? Sorry, I didn’t see your text!! Wait, imma open the door and if you see me, you’re in the right place!!”

You heard some muffled shouting and shuffling before the door was wrenched open and there stood a beaming Kim Taehyung. You disconnected the call and couldn’t help the small smile when he started excessively waving at you. You walked up the stairs and followed him as he began speaking. 

“Did you get here okay?” 

“Mhm,” you nod. “Thanks for asking. Is this your apartment?” 

“Eh sorta,” he grins. “I have a friend, Seokjin, who’s in his final year. This is technically his apartment. But me and a couple other guys live here too. We all pitch in for costs and rent and stuff,”

“Ohhh,” you acknowledge. “Makes sense,” 

“Yeah,” he smiles. “It’s real fun. Instead of one roommate, I have six,” 

He leads you to a door, opens it, and you are hit with an influx of shouting. A pile of shoes spills out of a closet and the smell of noodles wafts through the air. Despite the clear lack of cleanliness, you grin as you hear the boyish voices around the apartment. It must be nice, living together like this. Taehyung notices your grin and smiles to himself. 

“They’re all really nice, don’t worry,” he eases and you smile at him. 

“I’m not worried at all,” 

“Good,” he grabs your hand and tugs you forward. 

“Taehyung? Is that you?” a voice calls and from the kitchen emerges the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life. He had to be some kind of movie star or model because he literally had the most aesthetically pleasing face ever. He catches your eyes and smiles kindly. 

“Oh hello,” he greets. 

“Hello,” you bow and you can’t help but smile back at him. He just emits friendliness. 

“(Name), this is Seokjin. This is his apartment,” 

“Sorry for intruding, Seokjin,” you smile apologetically and he waves you off with the spatula in his hand. It’s then that you notice the Kiss the Cook apron he’s wearing. Except he's crossed out the Cook and wrote Worldwide Handsome in black Sharpie. What a fitting nickname. 

“It’s nothing at all. You wanna stay for dinner?” he asks and you’re tempted to say yes just by smelling the food cooking in the kitchen. Taehyung answers for you.

“Most probably yes,” he interjects and you look at him with a raised eyebrow and try to protest. “Oh shush, kid,” he swats a hand by your face. 

“I’m a year younger than you!” you argue. 

“Younger,” Taehyung stresses and you groan. Seokjin grins at the two of you and turns to go back to his cooking. 

“Well, get to work kiddos,” 

Taehyung leads to you the living room where three men are stationed. The first two look familiar and you realize that you had seen them at the restaurant back when you first saw Taehyung. One of them is lazily draped across the sofa and has the same mint hair and cat-like eyes that you remember. The second is leaning against the couch and scrolling on his phone. He is the one with the bright smile, you recall. The third is the one you haven’t seen. He looks to be your age and he’s wearing very oversized black clothing. He sits on the floor in front of the TV with a remote control in his class. 

“That’s Yoongi hyung, Hoseok hyung, and Jeongguk who’s in your year,” Taehyung points to each of them respectively. Yoongi looks up at you and nods with a small smile, which you reciprocate. Hoseok catches your eyes and grins. 

“Ah! Birthday girl?” he points and you groan with a playful smile. 

“Oh you remember that? That’s embarrassing,” 

He laughs, a sound you decide you like a lot and you smile cheekily. The last one, Jeongguk, looks up at you and smiles, and you suddenly think of a bunny. 

“Oh? You’re in my year? Cool,” he grins and you smile back. 

“Overwatch?” you ask, pointing to the screen and his smile widens. 

“Yeah,” he nods. “You play?” 

You shake your head no. “I have no clue how to,” 

“Well, Jeongguk can teach you the next time you come over,” Taehyung says, now pulling you in the direction of his room. You raise a brow. 

“Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time,” 

Hoseok and Jeongguk laugh, the latter inputting a playful “She got you, hyung!”

Taehyung grins at you. 

“You won’t be able to stay away, sweetheart,” 

You scoff with a smile, slightly amazed that you’re already this comfortable with these guys. 

“Ah, which one of you idiots touched my computer?!” an irritated voice yells from down the hall. A door is wrenched open and out storms another man who is like eight feet tall. Okay, not really, but he is very tall. Much taller than you. 

“It was Jin hyung,” Jeongguk comments, not taking his eyes off of the screen. The man’s shoulders relax. 

“Damn, I can’t even yell at him. Hyung, please don’t touch my computer!” 

“YAH!! IT WASN’T ME THAT BRAT IS SETTING ME UP!!” you hear Seokjin yell angrily from the kitchen and when you catch Jeongguk’s grin, you can’t help but laugh. Namjoon glares at Jeongguk, who flashes such cute puppy eyes, you almost melt yourself. Namjoon groans. 

“Okay fine I’m letting you off this time,” he warns. “But next time…” he lets his threat hang in midair, but even Jeongguk doesn’t seem to take it seriously. The tall man looks to you then and smiles. His dimples, you notice, are extremely cute. 

“Sorry you had to hear all of that,” he apologizes. “I’m Namjoon,” 

You grin at him. “No worries. It was quite entertaining. I’m (Name),” 

“Well if you’re gonna come around here often, you’ll get used to it,” Namjoon comments cheekily and you laugh. 

“C’mon (Name). We should probably start working,” Taehyung smiles and you wave goodbye to the other boys as Taehyung leads you to his room. When you enter, you are a bit surprised by what you see. You never expected Kim Taehyung to be so...artistic. 

Paintings litter on one half of the room, assumably Taehyung’s side. A saxophone rests against the wall and polaroids are stuck to the walls. You can’t help but smile. The other half of the room is a bit different. A laptop and multiple notebooks are scattered across the bed and there is a whole shelf of novels that you are dying to explore. 

“Do you share a room with one of them?” you ask Taehyung, who nods. 

“Namjoon hyung,” 

You smile as you study the room and realize that these boys are probably so different from each other.  

Taehyung tells you to take a seat and the two of you began to work. 

You notice that Kim Taehyung is very easy to talk to. His reputation, it isn’t as bad as people say. He doesn’t seem like a heartbreaker and in fact, comes off as someone who values love a lot. Especially after the conversation you have with him. 

“So…” he comments randomly as he pulls up images. “You interested in someone?” 

You can’t help but be playful. “Why? Already like me?” 

“Maybe~” he grins. 

“But to answer your question, nope!” you chirp. “At least not yet. I mean I just ended a relationship before the year started,” 

“Ah,” Taehyung acknowledges. “I just finished a relationship two weeks ago,” 

“Oh?” you ask and you are about to recoil because you suddenly see the “fuckboy” Taehyung everyone talks about. You remember the rumors about how Kim Taehyung was dumping yet another girl. You remember pitying the girl he had been with and pitying all of the girls he had been with before vowing that you would never show remorse for a man like that. But he stops your thoughts with his next words. 

“Yeah, she wasn’t right for me,” he sighs, looking down and you think he looks genuinely upset. “I wish I could just fall in love already,” 

You blink. “What do you mean? If you didn’t love her, why date her?” 

“Well,” he sighs. “It’s like this. Why did you date your ex if you clearly could let him or her go?�� he asks, looking up at you. You stop to think but he answers for you. “Because you didn’t really love them. Maybe you thought that you did, but if you really did, you wouldn’t be able to leave them,” 

His words are intelligent and accurate and you know it. 

“The same happens to me. I think I get interested in girls easily. Maybe because I admire people too much or I find myself liking their personalities. And no, it’s not because I just want to sleep with them like everyone says. I genuinely care for the girls I sleep with because I did genuinely think I loved them,” he admits and you listen attentively because as much as you don’t want to believe it, Kim Taehyung is telling the whole truth. “So yeah, maybe people think that I’m some kind of fuckboy and I sleep around too much. But I have never once dated a girl with the intention of getting in her pants. I’ve always dated a girl because I loved her but I break up with them because I realize that I was wrong,” 

You want to protest against everything he has revealed but it all makes so much sense and it is all too relatable. Why did you break up with Youngjae if you really loved him? And if you really did love him, you wouldn’t let distance or separate interests be a reason for breaking up with him. If anything, you’d fight to stay with him. Right? 

So you smile up at Kim Taehyung and say: “I understand,” 

It doesn’t seem likely, but after that conversation, it is so much more easier to talk to Taehyung. As you both organize the snapshots across the floor, you animatedly recall something funny that happened in high school and he eagerly recounts an embarrassing experience from a middle school play. You laugh and giggle and you wonder how someone so sweet can have such a bad reputation. You are happy to have made a friend. A few hours later, Seokjin’s voice calls for both of you to come for dinner. It is then that you realize it is nearing 9:00. You have stayed very late, but you don’t really want to leave. If Taehyung is as nice as this, you are curious to get to know the other boys. So when he asks if you want to stay for dinner, you shyly agree. When you walk to the table, you take a seat in between Taehyung and Jeongguk and look to Seokjin. 

“I’m really sorry again for intruding, Seokjin,” you say sheepishly to the eldest. He clicks his tongue. 

“Oh, stop apologizing and eat, kid,” his casual tone makes you grin and do as he says. Dinner is filled with bickering and laughs, and it evokes a fuzzy feeling in your chest. So, this is what it’s like to be best friends? Best friends that are close like family. The feeling stays as Seokjin starts berating Namjoon for breaking his cup and as Jeongguk accidentally splashes chili paste on Hoseok’s shirt. You are so happy. Seokjin packs up some leftovers as Jeongguk whines for dessert. He wants ice-cream, and as soon as he says it, you start craving it, too. It doesn’t take much for the male with the bunny smile to convince you, and then you join in on the pestering of the eldest. He gives in eventually, despite his protests, but ends up piling the most scoops into his bowl, ignoring Jeongguk’s cheeky smirk. 

“What time do you have to leave, (Name)?” Yoongi asks as he seats himself on the couch, watching you shove a spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth with a small smile. 

“Well, I technically should have left way earlier,” you admit and the mint-haired male chuckles. 

“Wanna stay for a bit longer? We normally watch movies on Saturday night no matter how stupid they are,” Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to really enjoy spending time around new people, so you are very flattered at his words and agree to watch with them. 

“I probably won’t stay for the whole movie though,” 

“Just stay for a bit then,” the second-eldest mutters, cuddling into a blanket and Hoseok laughs from his spot on the floor. 

“Wow, Yoongi hyung must really like you, (Name). He’s never this nice,” 

Yoongi shoots him a withering glare. “Well she’s definitely less annoying than you are,” 

Seokjin, Jeongguk, and Taehyung laugh at his statement and you can vaguely hear Namjoon complaining about the tiny bit of ice-cream you all had left for him.

Soon enough, you all are settled and Up is playing on the screen. Jeongguk has volunteered to share his ice-cream with Namjoon, which is funny because he seems like he doesn’t share very often. You can’t help but smile as you hear Taehyung sniffle when Ellie dies and Yoongi yells an exasperated: “You cry at this scene every time! We literally just watched this movie last month!”

You cannot wait to tell Sana how happy these boys make you feel. 

About half way through the movie, when your bowls are all cleaned and you are sleepily leaning against Taehyung’s shoulder, you hear the sound of the front door open. 

“Finally,” Seokjin complains. “It took you long enough. Why do you even live here? You might as well live in the studio, you punk!!” 

A tinkling laugh rings from the hallway and you hear the shoe closet close. 

“Ah, you know I wouldn’t be able to live without you guys~” a voice sings, and you can hear the smile in it. It is very familiar and you know it and your heart speeds up and you want to leave. Footsteps approach the living room and you hold your breath. 

“We wouldn’t miss you,” Yoongi comments, eyes still trained on the movie. The person laughs again. 

“Love you too, Yoongi hyung,” 

And in walks the one reason everything will be ruined. In walks Park Jimin, in all his smiling glory. Your chest constricts and you have to remind yourself who this is. He is grinning though you can see the fatigue in his body. He is wearing a black T-shirt that is slightly damp from sweat and his black hair is messy across his forehead. His eyes shine with mischief and the feeling of nostalgia rises in your chest until it suffocates you. His kind brown eyes-like chocolate they are-scan the scene in front of him with indescribable softness. He is looking at his entire world. Until he stops at you. You wish you could disappear when you see that expression change. The light leaves his eyes and his pretty smile drops. His lips part and his shoulders sag and you feel almost ashamed without a reason. 

“You missed hanging out with (Name), Jiminie,” Taehyung says innocently and you have to stop the gasp. Jiminie. Jiminie was your nickname for him.

“(Name), this is the last member of our little family, Jimin. Jimin, this is (Name),” 

You can’t bring yourself to speak and neither, it seems, can he. He looks away from your misting eyes, and you have to swallow the growing lump in your throat. (Name), you idiot. Why are you so upset?

“It’s nice to meet you, Jimin,” you mumble and his head shoots up to look into your eyes and you feel exposed and fake and disgusting. But why? You didn’t throw away this friendship. He did.

You don’t wait for his answer and instead throw the blanket off of your knees before standing up quickly. Jeongguk, who had been sitting at your feet, raises a brow. 

“Where are you going, (Name)?” 

You laugh awkwardly, your voice becoming thick with unshed tears. 

“Sorry, Jeongguk. It’s really late and my roommate is pretty worried. Plus, I said I’d stay for dinner and now the movie’s practically done. I should head back home,” you make up a lame excuse and want to kick yourself for throwing away your time with these boys. “Thank you guys for having me,” 

“You can stop by anytime,” Seokjin says gently, standing up and helping you drown out Taehyung’s whining for you to stay. “I mean it, kid,” 

Though his smile drops a little when he sees the liquid pooling in your eyes. “Hey, are you--?” 

“I’ll try to stop by whenever I can,” you smile, trying to mask every single stupid thought in your head. “Thank you, Seokjin,”

You try to get him to drop the topic when you utter those words, hoping it gets through to him. He studies your face, his eyes worried, but seems to get it and nods. 

“Of course,” 

“Bye guys,” you say, and then turn to the door, not bothering to listen to their farewells. You pass by Jimin, but don’t meet his eyes. You don’t have the courage. 

You can’t help but cry to Sana when you open the door of your dorm room. You can’t relay any of the positive things that had occupied your evening but instead you spill everything about the one negative thing. Sana tries to calm you but she can now see how one measly friendship has affected your whole life. But she poses two questions that are important and make you think: “Do you really think that your friendship with Jimin should affect how you are with the other boys? Is it really worth it?”

And she is right, it is not worth it. You will not let go of six sweet people for one person who didn’t keep an unspoken promise. And with that vow to yourself, you drift off to sleep, your dreams filled with cat-like eyes, bunny smiles, and dimples. 

You are not surprised when Kim Taehyung takes a seat next to you after class on Monday, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“What happened on Saturday, (Name)?” he asks and you don’t really know how to respond. 

“What do you mean?” you chuckle awkwardly. “I told you I had to leave,” 

“Bullshit,” he dismisses and you sigh. “You were upset. What is it about Jimin that makes you upset?” You look at him with wide eyes and he breathes out. “I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t notice…” 

You gulp at the slightly upset expression on his face. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you home without telling you about the guys. I just assumed that there wouldn’t be any problems and I-” 

It takes you a minute to realize that he is blaming himself and you hurry to stop him. 

“No no, Taehyung! It’s not your fault or anybody else’s fault, okay?” He doesn’t look very convinced, but then in the softest voice he can muster, he puts a hand on your shoulder and asks “What is it, (Name)? What’s wrong?” 

And you trust him. You really do. “Let’s go get some coffee. I’ll tell you everything,”

So you spend about two hours sitting across from Taehyung as he listens intently. He takes small sips from his hot chocolate as you tell of the childish Park Jimin you had come to rely on. He watches you trace indistinguishable patterns on the cup of your caramel macchiato as you recount the heartbreak you had felt when Park Jimin disappeared from your life altogether. At the end of your story, you sit in front of him, feeling miserable and wondering why you ranted about Park Jimin to his best friend. You’re half expecting Taehyung to yell at you and tell you that he never wants you near him or the boys again. But, as usual, Kim Taehyung is full of surprises. 

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, (Name),” Taehyung says sympathetically. “Jimin can really be an idiot sometimes,” 

You scoff out a laugh. “Tell me about it,” 

“And what he did was horrible,” Taehyung continues. “But I promise you from the bottom of my heart that Jimin is not a bad person. From what you told me, I think he genuinely cared about you,” 

“Then why did he just cut me off like that?” you question. 

“Listen, I’m not gonna defend what he did. It was stupid and immature. But I think most teenagers are at that age. I mean, the fact that he continued to be your best friend throughout middle school just shows that he cared about you. And maybe once he went to high school, he just found new friends. Maybe he didn’t mean to cut you off but it was just hard to reconnect with you. And if he did do it purposefully, it was probably because of peer pressure. At that age, a guy and a girl can’t be just friends. It always means there’s something more. Maybe he was trying to avoid that. And I know that doesn’t give him an excuse and that doesn’t make it right. I’m just trying to give you some closure and help you figure out why it happened. I mean I’m sure there's been a time where you’ve been influenced by those around you,” You think back to seventh grade and nod hesitantly. Taehyung smiles sadly. 

“I’m not telling you to forgive him. Heck, I’m not even telling you to forget about it. But I don’t want this thing to affect you like this. I don’t want you to come over and be reminded of what happened. And I don’t want to see you upset like that everytime you see his face. Whether you like it or not, you’re with us now. Don’t let one friendship define how the rest of your friendships will be,” he finishes and you don’t even realize that you’re tearing up until you are hugging him with everything in your being. “And who knows, maybe if you show that what happened doesn’t bother you, that idiot Park Jimin might get some sense knocked into him and realize what kind of a friend he missed out on,”  

You manage a smile and nod, knowing that Kim Taehyung is right. Both he and the other boys are worth it. 

The following weekend seems almost like deja vu. Sana once again is sprawled across her bed watching you carefully as you tug on a knitted sweater over your black jeans. This time, there is no need for a bag so you just tuck your wallet and phone into your back pockets as you smooth down your hair. 

"And where are you going, missy?" Sana asks as she pulls up the latest show on Netflix that she had been invested in. 

"I'm going to hang out with Taehyung and the other guys at their house," you reply and catch her brow raise. 

"I knew you'd fall for Taehyung eventually," she sighs and you laugh. 

"I haven't," you grin. "Don't worry. You know I would never leave you," 

"You'd better not," she laughs as you tug on your boots and walk to the door. "Text me if you decide to come home or not!” 

You feel confident and not too nervous and you walk to Seokjin’s apartment. In fact, you are sort of excited. You are excited to hang out with the boys and you are excited to look into Park Jimin’s eyes and show him that you are not hurt by him. You want to get past this. You don’t have the intention to make him feel guilty about what he did. How can you blame someone for finding new friends? It is a natural process. And sure it hurt a lot, but no matter what, you still care about Jimin and you can’t bring yourself to hate him just because he isn’t your best friend anymore. With those thoughts in mind, when you reach Seokjin’s apartment, you don’t hesitate to knock on the door. From inside you hear the man yell: “(NAME)’S HERE GET THE DOOR!! JEONGGUK-AH OPEN THE DOOR!!”

You can’t help but grin at the eldest’s words, and smile wider when you come face to face with Jeongguk’s beaming face. 

“You made it!” he smiles, and opens the door wider for you to enter. You nod. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t stay away,” you reply and his bunny-like grin turns into a smirk. 

“You like me that much, huh?” You blanch at his statement before giggling. 

“Wow, you sound exactly like Taehyung,” 

He laughs. “Yeah, but I’m way hotter,” 

You nod with a serious expression. “Way hotter,” 

The two of you walk into the living room where Hoseok and Namjoon greet you. It is easy for you to relax with them. You plop on the couch and begin to complain to them about the annoying boy who sits next to you in Journalism and smile when Seokjin starts cursing him out. 

“Hey, where’s Yoongi?” you ask, missing the mint-haired man’s occasional snide remarks.

“Probably producing some shit at the studio,” Seokjin replies and tosses you his phone. “Call him,” 

You grin and do as told, once Namjoon told you that Seokjin’s password was 1234. You scroll for Yoongi’s contact and call him, putting him on speaker. 

“Hyung, you know I’ll be home soon,” his voice says from the other end. 

“I’m not your hyung~” you grin. 

“Oh, hey (Name),” 

“Hey Yoongi,” 

“Are you at the house right now?” 

“Yeah, I kinda missed you so I wanted to see what you were up to,” 

“Is this just a way to get me to stop my work?” 

“I don’t know, is it working?” 

“.....You sound exactly like Jeongguk when he calls to get me home,” 

The male mentioned winks at you and you snigger. “Are you coming or what, hyung?” Jeongguk yells into the phone and Yoongi sighs. 

“Fine, I’ll be there soon,”

The line goes dead before you can get another word in and you laugh. 

“You know, he acts like he hates us but I’m 100 percent sure he loves spending time with us,” Taehyung says and the others easily agree. The front door then opens and you hold your breath. It’s Jimin. 

Except instead of the smiling male, a pretty girl walks in. She is most definitely older than you, with her straight brown hair and bangs covering her forehead. 

“Hey guys,” she greets, tucking her keys into her purse. 

“Hey noona,” Jeongguk replies, his eyes glued to Overwatch just like the last time you visited. 

“Is that Eunji?” Seokjin asks and she laughs. 

“Yes! Hi, Seokjin!!” 

He yells back a greeting and she looks at you and smiles. 

“Hi, I’m Jung Eunji, nice to meet you,” she introduces politely and you reciprocate. 

“I’m (Last Name) (Name). It’s nice to meet you too,” you smile. 

“She’s in my year,” Jeongguk comments and Eunji nods. 

“Cool, I’m in Yoongi’s year,” at your acknowledgment she smiles once again. “I’ll be right back,” 

As soon as she leaves, you turn to Taehyung, who looks a bit irritated. “Is that Yoongi’s girlfriend?” you ask, and Taehyung laughs as the front door opens. This time, it really is Jimin. He looks different from last week. His eyes are sunken in and he looks like he will pass out any time soon. But he is still handsome, and manages a small smile. 

“Jiminie? Is that you?” Eunji calls from down the hall before she approaches him. And there is the use of your old nickname once again. “Hey baby,” she whispers as she walks up to him and places a hand on his cheek. 

“Hey noona,” he mumbles, closing his eyes at her touch. 

“Nope,” Taehyung mutters from your left in response to your previous question. “She’s Jimin’s girlfriend,” 

And when you look to the scene in front of you, watching Eunji press her lips to Jimin’s gently, you feel an overwhelming disappointment rise up in your chest. It appears out of nowhere, rising and rising until it settles as a hard lump in the back of your throat. The feeling is faintly familiar, lingering in the crevices of your subconscious, a memory that does not want to be revisited. 

“Oh,” you mutter. It is all you can manage and Taehyung doesn’t say anything about your tone. If he notices, he doesn’t choose to comment on it. 

“Jeez, babe,” Eunji mumbles, dragging her thumb across the bags under Jimin’s eyes. “How long have you been working yourself?” 

Jimin doesn’t reply as his eyes settle on you. You feel your hands start to sweat, but remember the pep talk you had given yourself earlier. You give him a small, unsure smile and he continues to look at you. Eunji doesn’t seem to be expecting a reply either, because she wraps her arm around Jimin’s waist and starts walking him towards his room. 

“C’mon, you should at least take a nap,” you hear her voice fade as she shuts the bedroom door. Your shoulders sag unknowingly. You hear Taehyung scoff as Seokjin walks into the living room with food. 

“Oh Kim Taehyung, you big baby,” he rolls his eyes, munching on some Doritos. “Stop it now,” 

“Stop what?” you ask, looking between the two. Taehyung’s brows are furrowed and he sticks his lips out into a pout. 

“I can’t help it. I don’t like her,” he whines. Hoseok rolls his eyes as he watches Jeongguk play, the black-haired male also listening in on the conversation. 

“She’s a sweetheart,” Hoseok sighs as you hear the front door open once again. Yoongi walks in, looking tired as hell. He throws his bag in the corner and plops next to Namjoon, who is intently reading, while running his hand through his mint-green hair. 

“She seems pretty nice,” you agree, looking at the male next to you. 

“Yeah, I know,” Taehyung mutters dejectedly. “I just--...you really don’t see how they don’t go together?” 

“You’re the only one who really has a problem with it,” Seokjin shrugs. “Besides, Jimin’s an adult. He can take care of himself,” 

“I guess,” Taehyung sighs. “They’re just….I don’t know…” 

“How long have they been dating?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light. 

“Like six months?” Yoongi answers. “They started dating around when school started,” 

“Yeah, and they haven’t really had any problems yet. I don’t see why you’re so skeptical of her, Tae,” Namjoon inputs. 

“The thing that bothers me is that Jimin always tells me who he’s interested in. And he’s the type of person to take his time falling for someone. He wants time to really know them before he asks them out and stuff. But he never mentioned that he was interested in Eunji,” Taehyung tries reasoning. Jeongguk seems to understand. 

“It seemed kinda impulsive, right? To date her?” the ravenette asks and Taehyung eagerly nods. 

“That’s exactly right!” 

Yoongi ponders this. “Yeah I can see where that’s coming from. But we don’t really have any choice. He’s obviously still into the idea of dating her so we might as well live with it,” 

That night as you head home after finishing Iron Man 2 with the boys (it had been Jeongguk’s turn to pick), you thought back to what went on. Jimin had never joined you all and at first you had feared it was because you were there, but Eunji informed you all that the man was just too tired and had been overworking himself throughout the last week. She then joined you and for some reason, your mind kept looking for things to dislike about her. Maybe her voice or her hairstyle. You couldn’t find one flaw and you instead you find yourself wanting to talk with her and laugh with her. She seems like a great girl, and you are thankful that your best friend has someone like her, even if he is not your best friend anymore. 

Months pass by as the last flurries of snow fall to the ground and the first buds of the spring season began to grow from their soil. You continue to hang out with the boys, getting closer and closer to them until you’ve adopted one of Jeongguk’s sweaters as your own and Seokjin has given you your own mug for whatever you want to drink. You don’t see much of Jimin around the house, since he does practically live at the studio. Taehyung tells you that he has a very important dance competition coming up at the end of the year, so he wants to work hard. You are a bit surprised to hear that it is for hip hop. The Jimin you knew used to do contemporary dance. 

But Jimin working hard does not mean you don’t see him. The first time where all of you had hung out, it had definitely felt awkward. Neither of you could start a conversation with one another. But you decide to be brave and just smile at him, gradually moving to ask how his day was, even as you feel Taehyung’s proud smile on you. The black-haired male is surprised, you can see, but he manages to smile back at you and be polite. The smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

This time around, Sana is dressing up with you. “Too much?” she asks, pulling a sparkling red dress out of the closet. You laugh. 

“Yeah, too much. It’s a party at a house, Sana. People will literally show up in jeans,” you grin as you slip on a ruffled long-sleeved dress. 

“True,” she shrugs and pulls out a much more simpler skirt and top to which you flash a thumbs up. After getting dressed, you and Sana go to the house where the party is taking place, Ha Sungwoon’s house, you think. The boys had all told you to come. The house is filled with people and music echoes out of the opened doors. This is your first official party and you can’t help but be a little nervous. Sana is surely the same, so you both cling to each other until you can find some familiar faces. You see quite a few people in your year and in your classes, but you are only, at most, acquaintances, and so you do not want to bother them. Sana finds a few girls she knows, Nayeon and Jeongyeon you think their names are, and tugs you to them. You try to make small talk with the girls, knowing fully well that they are sweet, but you feel out of place. So all while soothing Sana’s worried concerns, you slip away from the trio and begin searching for the boys. You first catch sight of Taehyung, who is sitting on a couch looking extremely bored as a girl tries to chat him up. You want to laugh at his expression, but take pity on the guy and saunter up to both of them before grabbing his arm. 

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you~” you bat your eyelashes up at the male, who’s unimpressed expression tinges with realization. The corners of his lips twitch upwards and his eyes flicker towards the confused female who had been flirting with him. 

“Ah sorry baby. Let’s get you a drink, hm?” he gets up and tugs you out of eyesight as fast as he can while you chuckle. He is laughing happily when he turns to face you. “You are a savior sent by heaven, (Name). Thank you,” 

“Hey no need to thank me. Can’t have my best friend not getting that perfect love he’s always talking about,” you laugh but Taehyung stares at you, his eyes softening and a gentle smile overtaking his handsome face. “What?” you giggle. 

“You called me your best friend,” 

You pause. You did, didn’t you? You refused to have a real best friend after what happened and how much it affected you, but there, you went and said it. You said it to Kim Taehyung and you feel great about it. 

“Yeah, I guess I did. Love you, Tae Tae,” you say, and he smiles so wide it basically blinds you. Your heart feels like it’s mending. It feels nice. Taehyung is glomping you in the next second, very happy. So much that you can feel his smile radiating off of him. 

“Ok, let’s actually get drinks,” Taehyung grins and tugs you off into the crowd. A bit later, you find a comfortable seat with your drink, slightly away from the main crowd but close enough to ensure you don’t look awkward, since Taehyung said he was going to go find Namjoon. You watch Seokjin loudly playing a very uncoordinated version of Beer Pong as the people around him cheer him on, and you can’t help but laugh. Soon enough, Jeongguk joins you and helps you laugh at the eldest as the two of you take slow sips of your drinks. You began to chat with him, finding comfort and familiarity in the male’s presence. In the midst, he gets up and gets you a refill and as you down the drink you start to feel just a bit tipsy, but nothing too dangerous. After your third drink...or was it fourth? Well anyway, after drinks, you and Jeongguk are stumbling around like hyperactive third graders. The two of you end up plopping down on stools and Jeongguk puts his head on the counter, grinning sleepily. 

“Are you drunk, Gukkie~?” you tease, unaware that you are just as drunk. 

“Nah,” he slurs. “I’m a man. Men don’t get drunk,” 

“You’re still a babyyy~~~” you tease, ruffling his wavy hair and he frowns. 

“You’re my age, (Name),” he retorts as his eyes start shutting. 

“Are you sleepy?” you suddenly whisper, leaning close to him with wide eyes. 

“Nah,” he mutters. “I’m a man. Men don’t get sleepy,” 

You giggle, but when you look back, Jeongguk is fast asleep. You sigh and smile at the male, not having it in you to leave him alone. You start taking slower sips from your drink and scroll through Instagram to kill time. In your drunk state, you manage to take shaky videos of Jeongguk mumbling nonsense in his sleep, knowing that it would serve for great blackmail material in the near future. You’re about to text Taehyung to tell him that you want you leave when someone plops in the seat next to you. You blink in surprise at Park Jimin’s figure. He turns to you and gives you an almost smile.  

“Jeonggukie giving you trouble?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. You shake your head. 

“Nah. He’s been asleep for a while. I didn’t really want to leave him alone,” you answer, feeling slightly nervous. Though, the alcohol in your system is not filtering many of your words. “I was just gonna text TaeTae and tell him that I was way too bored,” 

Jimin chuckled. “What? This party isn’t fun enough for you?” 

“Hell no. What’s so fun about a bunch of sweaty drunk people making out with each other?” You take a big gulp of your drink as Jimin laughs. “Where’s Eunji?” 

Jimin’s chocolate orbs roam around the room. “Not sure. I think she was with her friends the last I checked,” 

You make a sound of acknowledgment before the conversation dies down and an awkward silence ensues. You are contemplating getting up and making a beeline for Taehyung, who is standing on a table and loudly singing Fiction by Beast, but someone decides to break the silence.  

“Oh my god, (Last Name) (Name), is that you??” a feminine voice rings out. You look up to see a familiar face and smile. 

“Somin!” you greet excitedly, looking at the girl in front of you. “How have you been??” 

She grins. She hasn’t changed much since high school except that she has dyed her hair blonde.

“I’ve been good!! I had no idea that we went to the same college!!” 

“Me neither! Small world, huh?” you laugh. She nods. 

“So what’s new?” she asks. “Are you still dating Youngjae?” 

She is being polite, but you still at the bitter subject. She sees your expression and hesitates. 

“It...was Youngjae, right? You dated him when we were seniors?” 

You chuckle awkwardly. 

“Yeah…” you rub your palms together. “Yeah, we dated but we broke up before summer ended,” 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” she looks genuinely apologetic and you laugh, waving a hand dismissively. 

“It’s fine,” 

Her eyes move to Jimin and she smiles. 

“Oh, hello...Jimin right? You were in the grade above us?” 

Jimin is very quiet, looking at you with an unreadable expression but he soon smiles at her politely. 

“Yes I was,”

She smiles at him and then turns to you. 

“Well it was nice seeing you! We should catch up later!!” 

You nod eagerly and wave goodbye to her. After she leaves, you have no idea how to start up a conversation with Jimin. He is looking off into the distance in deep thought. You take another gulp of your drink. 

“(Name), I feel hella drunk…” Jeongguk groans from your side. You laugh loudly. 

“You are drunk, Gukkie~” 

“So are you,” he mumbles. 

“You’re drunkerer than I am,” you grin proudly and Jimin snorts from your other side. 

“Not a real word, (Name),” 

“Yes it is!!” you pout at him, feeling more talkative than you had in a while. 

“Oh really?” 

“Yup, any word that I make is real!!” you giggle and Jimin chuckles with a shake of his head. 

“(NAME) I DARE YOU TO LICK YOUR ELBOW!!” Jeongguk randomly yells, shaking both of your shoulders back and forth. 

“You can’t--” Jimin starts but pauses when he sees you rolling up your sleeve. “(Name), you can’t be serious...” 

And then you proceed to put every fiber of your being into licking your elbow. You obviously are failing, and Jimin can’t help but laugh. Neither can Jeongguk. 

“You try it then!” you yell with an indignant pout before downing the rest of your drink. The bunny-like male smirks confidently. 

“Fine, sweetheart. But I’m the fucking Golden Maknae!” he yells as he pulls off his jacket and hands it to you. He attempts licking his elbow and Jimin is so entertained by the struggle of the self-assured male. 

“Golden Maknae??” you ask in the most confused voice ever. Then you break out into a fit of raucous laughter. “That’s the stupidest nickname I’ve ever heard!!” 

Jeongguk stops licking air and looks at you with the most appalled expression and Jimin loses all sense of self-composure as he starts laughing. 

“You little-!” he starts and then he starts wrestling with you as you shriek and giggle. “C’mon hyung, help me get her!!” 

Jimin bites his lip and then eventually helps the male hold you steady. Jeongguk reels his middle finger back and lets it go, creating a loud thwap! as it hits the skin of your forehead. Jimin has tears in his eyes as he laughs, and despite your complaints of pain, you are giggling too. 

It is fine. It is all fine. It is good. And for once, it feels like everything is back to normal. You are so happy in this moment. But then you start thinking, and despite your giggles, a lump lodges itself in your throat. 

“Oh god, you both are so stupid,” Jimin chuckles gently. You lean back against Jeongguk’s shoulder, a pleasant buzz thrumming through your veins, and with a soft giggle you ask a question that ruins everything. 

“Do you even remember me, Jiminie?” 

Jimin’s chuckles die down and he looks you straight in the eyes, his lips parting just a bit. You are sure you look like a mess in your drunken state and you know your eyes are going to start watering soon. 

“What do you mean ‘remember me’?” Jeongguk mumbles cluelessly from behind you but you don’t answer him. You are waiting for an answer. You don’t seem to be getting one though, since all Jimin does is look down at his lap, clear his throat, and take a sip of his drink. 

That doesn’t sit well with you at all. Maybe it is just the alcohol or maybe it is because you’ve been pretending that he didn’t affect you all this time, but whatever it is makes tears pool in your eyes. You feel pathetic and you don’t want to cry over this but your emotions are all over the place. So all you can manage to do is stand up shakily and get away from there. You can hear Jeongguk’s yells from behind you, but you don’t care. All that is running through your mind is that Park Jimin cannot see you cry. You are too confident and it will most definitely bruise your pride. 

Taehyung is now in the middle of single Sherlock by SHINee but as soon as he catches sight of your face, he stops. He quickly hands the microphone to Seokjin, who is looking at you with concern, and gets down from the table to stand in front of you. 

“What’s wrong, (Nickname)?” he asked frantically, cupping your cheeks in his palms. 

“Can we please go home, TaeTae? I don’t want to be here anymore,” you mumble and Taehyung immediately nods. He turns to tell Hoseok and Seokjin, who both nod quietly before he gently takes your hand and pulls you to the door. He doesn’t say anything at all, which you are extremely grateful for, and he walks next to you in silence. The air is cold and you feel exposed and vulnerable. You are aware that Taehyung is quietly waiting for you to explain yourself and in that moment, you get so irritated. 

“UGH THAT JERK!!” you suddenly yell out into the winter air. Taehyung takes a step back in shock. 

“Who?” he questions. 

“FUCKING PARK JIMIN!” 

Taehyung groans. “Oh what did that idiot do this time?” 

“Just…” you sigh. “Why does it seem like he tries so hard to avoid what happened in the past?” 

“What makes you think that?” Taehyung asks, linking his arm with yours as you both cross the street. 

“I mean it was fine. Me, Jeongguk, and Jimin were talking and having fun and we were all laughing and everything was fine! But then my stupid ass had to go say ‘do you even remember me’ and he didn’t respond. It just became so awkward all over again. I mean, is it so hard for him to just mention what happened? Because I feel like I’m the only one who stresses so much over him and he doesn’t give a fuck about me at all,” you rage and Taehyung listens quietly. 

“Well, why do you?” the male next to you asks and you blanch. 

“I--what?” 

“Why do you stress over him so much, anyway?” Taehyung clarifies. You open your mouth to respond as though it is the simplest thing in the world, but you find that you don’t exactly have an answer for his inquiry. Taehyung chuckles deeply. 

“(Nickname) don’t get offended by this but did you have a crush on Jimin back when you were friends?” 

You stop in your tracks to throw him the most shocked expression possible. 

“What?! Ew, no way! He was my best friend!!” 

“So, you never loved him?” he asks thoughtfully. 

“Well--I, of course I loved him, he was my best friend. Why the heck are you asking me that anyway?” you ask indignantly, feeling your cheeks get hot. Though, Taehyung only puts a hand on his chin. 

“Well, I was just thinking about it. Don’t get me wrong, I know losing a friend can be really tough, especially one you’ve had for so long and been so close with. But I feel like now you should sort of be over it. Or you shouldn’t be so affected by the fact that he isn’t close with you anymore. I feel like you had time to heal,” he explains. 

“But I--” you start to defend yourself but Taehyung raises a hand. 

“Let me finish, (Nickname),” he stops you and you purse your lips. “I know it will always sting. But you’ve made friends after Jimin and you’ve been able to live your life without him for years now. So why is it that just being around him brings you so much pain?” 

You try to think of an answer to his questions. 

“I just think that maybe you confused yourself and loved him this whole time,” the tall brunette finished. 

“Well then why did I fall for Youngjae?” you ask, trying to find holes around what you knew he was assuming. 

“What does Youngjae have to do with this? Of course it’s possible you fell for Youngjae. That doesn’t mean you didn’t ever fall for Jimin. You loved Youngjae obviously. But does that mean that you ever stopped loving Jimin?” 

You pause to look at him. Taehyung continues walking, a soft carefree smile on his face as he admires the winter scenery around him. Flurries of white snow that are descending from the sky settle in his fluffy hair. 

Was he right? Did you love Jimin this whole time? Was it possible that you were convincing yourself that you missed him only because he was your friend and not for any other reason? Were you so stupid to try to deny your own feelings? 

“Hm? Are you coming, (Name)?” Taehyung stops at the end of the sidewalk before an intersection, looking at you in confusion. “What’s wrong?” 

You are thinking about everything you’ve ever known. You think about everything you’ve done with him, every laugh, every game, every cry. You don’t think you can pinpoint any time where you’ve been in love with him. But you see your eighth grade self smiling up at him with adoration. And then you see your 15 year old self sneaking glances at him from across the library, watching as he hangs out with his friends. You see yourself giggling at the jokes he makes during his class president speech despite the fact that he has forgotten you long ago. You remember all the times you would think of him even after he went off to college. 

Taehyung is right. You’ve had so long to distance yourself from him and you’ve had years to teach yourself how to live without him. But strangely, you can’t let him go at all. And just the thought of him puts your heart at ease no matter how many bad memories he has linked to his name. 

You start walking towards Taehyung, who looks slightly confused, and grab his arm. In silence, the two of you walk down the street as you approach your dorm building. 

“Wanna come up?” you mumble to the male, eyeing the snow falling on the streets. Taehyung shakes his head with a small smile. 

“Nah, I should head back to the dorm before Jin hyung calls the police for a search party,” 

You grin before glomping the male into a hug. He is warm and cozy, almost like a sleeping bear in the cold winter.

“You were right,” you mutter to him. “I think I did love Jimin a long time ago. And I think I still do,” 

You pull away with a smile and wave to him, catching sight of the expression on his face, one that his mixed with pride and slight shock. When you get up to your dorm, finding it dark and empty, you breathe a sigh of relief. And for the first time in a very long time, you grab your computer and pull up some very old files. 

And you smile and laugh as you watch your younger self giggle and have fun, your heart fluttering every time you see familiar crescent shaped eyes. 

***

Bad luck seems to always follow you around. You groan loudly in the middle of the street, knowing that passerby are probably looking at you weirdly. 

“Well easy for them to judge,” you mutter. “They have umbrellas,” 

It is true that for the few people who are walking on the street, everyone is protected by an umbrella. And there you were, clad in nothing but sweatpants and a grey hoodie, holding a grocery bag as you trudge down the street. It is already raining a decent amount, and the walk back to the dorm isn’t extremely close. You want to call an Uber or a cab, but you also happened to have left your phone on your desk. 

“(Name) you dumbass,” you curse yourself. “But how was I supposed to know that it would fucking rain?! The forecast said at midnight. Not at nine,” 

You are already drenched and you’re sure that you’ll get sick by the time you get back to the dorm. It was just supposed to be a quick run to the store for some pads, what the hell? 

Then you have an idea and you start speed walking down a familiar route. Surely the boys won’t mind if you take shelter at their apartment until the storm passes? Or at least, everyone except Jimin. At the thought of Jimin, your heart goes through a roller coaster of emotions. You hadn’t spoken to him since the night of your realization. It’ll probably be extremely awkward to see him again. You hope he is at the studio practicing for his big competition. But a part of you also hopes to see him at the dorm. 

Pushing all thoughts of Jimin aside, you find yourself in front of the door to Seokjin’s apartment. Quickly wiping your wet shoes against the welcome mat, you raise a hand and knock, noticing that your fingers are shaking due to the cold. You hear some indistinguishable yelling before the door is thrown open. Kim Taehyung stands in front of you, brown hair falling free. A long sleeved white shirt covers his body and he wears grey sweatpants just like you do. A single Chanel necklace finishes his look and you are about to comment on it when he starts yelling. 

“What the fuck, (Name)?!” 

“HEY MIND YOUR LANGUAGE YOU FUCKING BRAT!!” Seokjin yells from inside and you hear Jeongguk cackle. Taehyung utters a half-hearted apology and turns to you, a scowl on his face. 

“Why the hell are you outside in the rain?! Don’t you know what an umbrella is?!!” 

You roll your eyes at him. “Of course I do! I didn’t know that it would freaking rain while I was walking home. That’s why I’m here!!” 

“Get inside,” he grumbles, tugging your arm and pulling you into the homely apartment. You quickly yell out a greeting to Seokjin, Jeongguk, and Namjoon as you pass them and grin as you hear the eldest reprimanding you for getting wet in the rain. In a few minutes, you are standing awkwardly in Taehyung’s bedroom, trying not get anything wet as he rummages around in his closet. 

“Here,” he says, handing you a pile of clothes. “Put these on and give me your clothes. I’ll put them in the dryer,” 

You take the clothes and smile gratefully before heading into the bathroom to change. You end up loving Taehyung’s oversized clothing, and come out feeling warm and comfortable. He grins at you as you jump into his bed, pulling up the covers for an even toastier feeling. 

“Have you eaten dinner, yet? I think we still have some leftovers,” 

“I did, thanks,” you smile and he waves you off. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks already pulling out his laptop. You nod eagerly. 

"Can I use your phone to call Sana real quick?"

A few minutes later, you are cuddled up next to Taehyung as The Circle of Life starts playing and Rafiki holds up young baby Simba. 

You have fun with Taehyung. He is probably the best company you could have ever asked for and you wish that you’ll be friends with him for a long time. You grin as you hear him sing along to the songs and notice that he has a great voice. 

“Wow, TaeTae,” you muse. “You have a great voice! You should sing more often,” 

“Me?” Taehyung said bashfully. “Nah, it’s nothing great,” 

“Better than I sound,” you laugh as you lean against him. "Maybe you should become a singer," 

"You know I want to be an actor," he lets you snuggle into him with a chuckle. 

"Then maybe you should do musicals. That way you can sing and act. Or you should sing all the soundtracks on your OSTs," 

He laughs. "We'll see," 

You awake to voices. You crack an eye open, realizing that you are not in your own bed. You're still in Taehyung's bed, tucked in comfortably. The voices aren't too loud, but they aren't soft either. They sound like an argument. Namjoon is fast asleep on the other side of the room, papers scattered all over his bed, which makes you smile softly. You sit up slowly, seeing Taehyung's closed laptop at the foot of the bed. Where was Taehyung anyway? 

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and shiver a bit when you rip the covers off of your body. You stand up and quietly walk towards the door. Taking a peek at the clock, you realize that it is already past midnight. The storm seems to be raging still. You slowly pull the door open, not wanting to wake any of the sleeping boys. The arguing gets louder as you approach the living room. 

"I just don't understand what your problem is," Taehyung sighs. You pause. 

"My problem?" Jimin asks incredulously. "Why is she in your bed?" 

Oh he's asking about you. Taehyung breathes out through his nose. 

"Again, I told you. She got caught in the rain and showed up. So I gave her some spare clothes and we watched the fucking Lion King and then we fell asleep. What's so wrong with that?" 

"I just-! Why?! Since when is she so close with the rest of you all that she gets to stay over at our house?" 

Taehyung was beginning to get pissed. "Listen maybe you didn't notice, but since the beginning of the year, she's been getting to know us. So obviously now we're frien--" 

"You've been trying to get into her pants, huh?" Jimin asks with narrowed eyes. “You’ve been trying to get into her pants and that’s why you’ve been so nice and welcoming,” 

You suck in a breath. 

“What?! Why would you say that?! How could you think that about me?!” Taehyung’s voice raises in volume. “I am not--” 

“You’re never this welcoming towards people. Especially towards kids in the other years. You didn’t like Jeongguk for so long after he met us and--” 

“Oh,” Taehyung sneers. “Really? You’re gonna call me out for acting weird. What about you?” 

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” 

“You think I’m being weird by being (Name)’s friend so fast but look at you. You fucking hook up with Eunji out of nowhere. You always tell me who you’re into and you didn’t when it came to her,” 

Jimin blanches. “That has nothing to do with this--” 

“Sure thing, buddy,” Taehyung laughs. “Sure thing. When you can explain why you suddenly became interested in Eunji, then come find me--” 

“But--” 

“And like, what does it matter to you? You obviously couldn’t care less about (Name). So even if I was trying to get into her pants, why the fuck do you care?” 

“I don’t care--” 

“Ha,” Taehyung scoffs out a mocking laugh. “You can’t forget what happened in the past, huh?” 

“What?” Jimin growls. 

“You still remember (Name), don’t you?” 

“Taehyung, what are you talking ab--” 

“Haha, yeah,” he spits with disdain in his voice. “I know about your old best friend (Name),” 

Jimin’s eyes widen. “How the hell do you know? Did she tell you?” 

“That’s not important. What’s important is that you still remember her and that you obviously still care about her--” 

“I do not care,” 

“Oh really,” a devilish smirk forms on Taehyung’s face, one that you have never seen before. “Then it shouldn’t bother you to know that I was just trying to fuck her,” 

“Oh haha, nice try Tae,” Jimin grins mockingly. “You’re just trying to get me to admit that I care. Well I fucking don’t. Do whatever the fuck you want with her,” 

“You’re really going to let me?” 

Jimin shrugs carelessly. “I couldn’t care less. Just add one more name to your list of Girls I Fucked,” 

“There isn’t any part of you that is trying to stop me?! Not even a bit? How could you let someone do that to her??” Taehyung is now angry. “This better not have anything to do with Eunji!” 

“No! It doesn’t have anything to do with Eunji!!”

“Oh really?” 

Jimin sighs. “Yeah and to answer your question, as much as I don’t like the idea of you doing something like that to someone, (Name) isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s free to make her own decisions and if she wants you, then I won’t stand in the way,” 

“Jiminie,” Taehyung sighs. “I don’t want to get into (Name)’s pants, alright? That was never my intention with her. I just want to know why you won’t try with her. What made it so unbearable to be her friend again? From what I know, she’s an absolute sweethear--” 

“I know,” Jimin cuts him off. “She never did anything. I just...feel like a huge jerk whenever I look at her,” 

He chuckles dryly. “I freaking cut her off in high school because I thought I wouldn’t be considered cool if I continued to hang around with her. You tell me how I can face her after that dick move, Taehyungie,” 

Taehyung watches Jimin as he speaks and breaks out into a gentle smile. “Listen, everyone makes mistakes. I’m not justifying what you did but I don’t think that you should be acting weirdly around her just because of that. If you really still care about her, you’ll apologize and try your best to get that relationship again,” 

Jimin manages a small smile before he shoves Taehyung lightly. 

“Since when were you so good at relationship advice?” he grins. Taehyung strokes his imaginary beard thoughtfully. 

“I’m glad you came to me, my son,” 

Jimin’s tinkling laugh echoes through the room and you manage a teary smile when you see his crescent shaped eyes. Deciding that you had heard enough, you tiptoe back to Taehyung’s room, shutting the door quietly before snuggling into the covers. You grin at all you’ve heard. So he does remember. He remembers you and he wants to be your friend. He regrets what he did. He’s still the same caring Jimin you’ve always known. You wouldn’t know that if it weren’t for Taehyung though. You shut your eyes and pretend to be fast asleep as you hear Taehyung shuffle into the room. A gentle tap to your shoulder makes you fake waking up. 

“Oh? TaeTae,” 

“Hey sweetness,” he mumbles, trying not to wake Namjoon. “You fell asleep after the movie. Do you have to get back home or do you wanna stay over?” 

“Can I stay?” you mutter. 

“‘Course you can,” 

Perhaps Taehyung was the best person on the fucking planet. 

This time you wake up to someone aggressively poking your cheek. You groan angrily, setting at the hand and you hear someone snigger. 

"Ah, her cheeks are all squishy haha," 

You open your eyes to seeing a familiar grin. 

"Shut up Jeon," you mumble. 

"You want some breakfast?" he asks, ignoring your comment. 

"(Name), if you want breakfast, you need to come get it or Hoseok's gonna eat it all," you hear Yoongi say from the doorway. 

"Aw, thanks for thinking of me, Yoongi," you grin as you sit up, trying to smooth down your hair. You see him smile lightly as he leaves and you stretch out the stiffness in your joints. 

After freshening up, you take a seat at the table in between Taehyung and Namjoon. 

"Did you sleep well?" Tae asks you, smiling gently. 

"Yeah, thanks TaeTae," you beam at him.

"This is the first time you're staying over right?" Namjoon asks and you smile with a nod. 

"Yeah sorry I just crashed here without saying anything," 

"How many times do I have to tell you that it's okay. Our house is your house now," Seokjin stresses which makes you grin. At that moment, Jimin joins the table, rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

"Morning Jiminie," Taehyung greets. Jimin grins at the fellow 95 liner, the two of them sharing a secret conversation. 

"Morning Taehyungie," he replies. You continue to stare at him, feeling embarrassed yet confident. Eventually, his warm chocolate eyes land on you. You hesitate, but give him the first real smile you have in a long time. He blinks, but slowly, a grin forms on his face. You can't help but flush under his smile, and you hurriedly shovel food into your mouth, fully aware of Taehyung cheeky smirk. 

"You heading home after this, (Name)?" Hoseok asks in the midst of his chewing. You swallow down your mouthful and nod. 

"Yeah, I have a paper to write and I wanted to call my parents too," 

Hoseok nods in agreement and you finish up the meal, listening to the boys bicker with a smile. After you finish, Taehyung walks you to the door, and watches you put on your boots. 

“So…” he says quietly, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “What’s up with you today?” 

“What do you mean?” you ask, though you know exactly what he means. 

“I mean you were all heart eyes at the table,” 

“Shut up Tae,” you snap, though he doesn’t take it seriously due to your smile. 

“OoOOoOo (Name)~” 

You snort at his childish behavior. “And you say you’re more mature than I am,” 

He continues his taunting. “But since when did you decide to--” 

“Since I heard everything your big mouth was saying last night,” and feeling satisfied with his shocked face, you wave goodbye and walk out the door. You hear him follow you out and ask “WAIT YOU HEARD?! YOU KNOW I DIDN’T MEAN ANY OF THAT RIGHT?!” 

You turn back over your shoulder and grin. “I KNOW! I LOVE YOU!!” 

His shoulder’s slump and he smiles lazily, knowing exactly what you are thanking him for. “Love you too,” 

***

Even though you’ve realized that you harbor some kind of feelings for Jimin, it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with them. What used to be nostalgia and sadness lingering around his name was now replaced with giddiness and unfamiliar butterflies. One thing that did remain was the sense of longing that you felt. While at first it was longing for that friendship you once had, now it was the longing to be more. Of course that couldn’t happen, not when you were able to see Jung Eunji kiss Park Jimin when he got home everyday. A part of you is so extremely jealous, but another part of you can only sigh because this was inevitable. There was no chance that Eunji was bad for him. On the contrary, she was quite perfect. So you can’t hate her at all and instead you can stand by with a bittersweet smile as the months pass by. But even so, all you can do is enjoy your time with your friends, just as you are doing now. 

“You need to date,” Jeongguk mutters to you. The neon lights in the room highlight his handsome facial features and shine in his youthful eyes. You stare at him blankly. “No offense,” 

“Um, I take full offense. Are you implying that I’m lonely?” 

“Yes,” the ravenette answers. You gasp dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. “You’ve been single all year! You need some action, babe,” he continues. 

“Uh huh, well if you can find me someone, let me know,” you chuckle with a shake of your head as you clink your glass with his before taking a sip. 

"Hm, what about the mysterious man who's had his eyes on you all night?" Jeongguk comments, his honey-like eyes flickering across the room. You follow his gaze and do indeed find dark eyes on you. You gulp, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

"I don't know, Guk," you mumble honestly, letting your gaze roam to where Jimin is playfully dancing with Eunji. 

"Oh, why not? He looks like he's into you!!" Jeongguk whines, slapping your shoulder. "Why won't you look at someone for once?" 

I am looking at someone; you just don't know who.

"You need to forget about whoever you're still hung up on," the male says, placing a palm under his chin. “If it’s this Youngjae dude or someone else or whoever, you gotta forget about them because obviously, you aren’t getting anywhere with any of them,” 

You sigh, knowing that he’s right. Were you really going to stay hung up on Jimin, who is obviously in a happy relationship already? 

“Okay fine, you’re right,” 

Jeongguk smirks triumphantly before standing up. “Then I’ll leave you to it, (Name),” 

“What?! Wait!!” you desperately call after him, but he only flashes a mischievous grin before walking off in the direction of Hoseok and Namjoon. You groan, feeling awkward sitting by yourself. That doesn’t last for long though, because soon enough, the handsome stranger is standing in front of you. 

You don’t exactly know what spurred you to accept his invitations, but you end up laughing with him throughout the night. He keeps a respectable distance because he knows you’re a bit tipsy, which you can’t help but admire. The guy is extremely sweet and you know you’ve seen him before around school. He introduces himself as an Im Jaebum, a third year, and that confirms where you’ve seen him. You can actually see yourself being happy with him. Of course, that might just be your drunkenness and loneliness talking, but he is genuinely nice. By the end of the night, he walks you home, his deep chuckles ringing in your ear as you ramble on about something or the other without a care in the world. After he sweetly escorts you to your door, you fall into bed with a sweet smile, knowing that his digits are inputted into the memory of your phone. 

***

Two weeks later, you are lazily lounging at the boys’ dorm. You’re draped across the couch, your legs laying in Jeongguk’s lap, who, like usual, has his remote controller in his hands. You are grinning as you rapidly text Jaebum. You haven’t officially started dating him yet, but he has taken you out a few times, all of which you’ve enjoyed yourself to the core. You are biting your lip to conceal laughter as he rambles about his friend Jackson who won’t ever do what he’s told when Jimin gets home. The black-haired male groans in pain as he stretches out his muscles and plops into the single-seater. 

“Hey hyung,” Jeongguk greets. 

“Hey Gukkie. Hey (Name),” he replies. You tear your eyes away from your phone to smile at him, your heart still fluttering. “Hey Jimin,” 

Jeongguk and Jimin make small talk as you immerse yourself in your texting again. Taehyung eventually joins their conversation with a snack in his hand. It is only a few minutes later when Jeongguk speaks directly to you. 

“So I take it my plan went well?” he smirks with knowing eyes as you flush. 

“What plan?” Taehyung asks with a mouthful of chips. 

“What’s his name?” Jeongguk asks, ignoring his hyung’s inquiry. 

“Uhh, Im Jaebum,” you can’t help but smile when Jeongguk’s eyes widen. 

“Wait, that was Im Jaebum!! I’ve heard so much about him. He’s the one who’s really good at b-boying, right?” 

You grin and nod and Jeongguk chuckles proudly. “Total score, (Nickname). I’m so proud of you,” 

Taehyung sits up straight, his brows furrowed. “Wait...you mean you’re…?” 

“Dating,” Jeongguk finishes. Taehyung’s jaw drops, eyes flickering to you with confusion. 

“I was gonna tell you,” you say honestly. “And we aren’t dating yet. We just went out a few times,” 

Taehyung shoots you a look as though saying ‘you’d better explain all of this later.’ 

“Isn’t it great hyung? She’s been single since we met her. It’s time she gets a little romance,” Jeongguk grins as he continues clicking his controller. 

“Yeah, congrats (Name),” 

They are the first words Jimin utters in the conversation and when you look at him he is smiling at you, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You feel a bit disappointed that he isn’t upset about it, but that’s just your stupid fantasy talking. You flash him a similar smile, one that you don’t quite mean. 

“Thanks, Jimin,” 

Taehyung is watching your exchange with observant eyes but he doesn’t say anything, though he looks like he really wants to. After that conversation ends, there is some kind of tension in the air that you cannot break. 

A few hours later, while Yoongi made dinner, Taehyung tugs you into his bedroom. 

“What the heck?” he whisper-shouts once he shuts the door. 

“What?” you ask dumbly. 

“Im Jaebum, (Name)? Really?” 

You cross your arms across your chest defensively. “What’s wrong with Jaebum?” 

Taehyung clicks his tongue exasperatedly. “Nothing’s wrong with him. Just...what happened to Jimin? I thought you liked him!” 

Your shoulders slump dejectedly. “I do! O-Or I did. I don’t know Tae!! I’m trying so hard to stop--” 

“What? Why?!” he asks. 

“Because,” you burst and his hands flinch at your volume. “He’s already with someone else! I’ve been pining after him all these years and now am I just supposed to sit by and be alone while he dates her?! Do you just expect me to stay stuck on him forever?! It’s obvious he doesn’t return my feelings so I’m trying to move on!!” 

Taehyung purses his lips, sympathy swirling around in his eyes. “Okay, you’re right. I just--as long as you’re happy with him, (Name),” he sighs, before giving you a sad smile and holds his arms open. You reciprocate and accept his invitation, wrapping your arms around him in desperate need of his affection. 

*** 

You can only sigh as you disconnect the call which catches the attention of the male sitting next to you. 

“Trouble in paradise?” Yoongi asks, looking down at you. You sigh yet again. 

“I don’t know…? It’s hard to explain,” you mumble. 

“Talk to me,” he says bluntly. You’ve known Yoongi long enough to tell that this was his invitation for you to dump your emotions on him, so you do just that. 

“It’s just---it feels forced,” you say, waving your hands around exasperatedly. At Yoongi’s hum, you continue. “I mean, I like Jaebum and all, but I feel like I’m not really putting my entire mind into this, y’know?” 

Yoongi nods mutely. “So you’re saying it’s one-sided?” 

“Well,” you try to explain. “I do have feelings for him. But I just feel like he’s more invested in this relationship than I am. And I want to be more invested!! I do! But I…” 

“You just don’t feel it?” the mint-haired male offers and you nod. 

“Yeah. And that makes me feel really bad. He’s such a good guy. He doesn’t deserve my bullshit,” 

“Then maybe you should...y’know? End it?” Yoongi advises, picking up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks and shoving it into his mouth. You look down sadly. 

“Yeah I probably will. I’m really going to miss him though,” you mumble. It’s weird to explain how you feel. On one hand, you absolutely adore Jaebum. He was the perfect guy and probably ideal for so many people. He was smart, funny, talented, and handsome. He’d done nothing but take care of you in the sweetest way possible and he’d been nothing but respectful and loving.  You feel horrible about the way you feel about him. You love him, but you hate the fact that your own mind betrays you. Instead of thinking of him 24/7, like any lovestruck fool would do, your mind wanders and lingers on the memories of the crescent eyed boy who really stole your heart. After so much thinking, you began to feel guilty, believing that you were betraying Jaebum in some way as you thought about Jimin. And here you were; Yoongi has to give you relationship advice. 

You are just picking up a piece of meat with your chopsticks when you hear the front door open. Jimin walks in, looking extremely tired. His big performance was now only a month away, which increased the time he spent practicing. 

“Hey Jimin,” you greet. His lips twitch upward into a tired smile. 

“Hey (Name),” 

Your reply is interrupted by Jimin’s bedroom door swinging open and out walks Eunji. She has her arms crossed with a disapproving glare. 

“Hey noona,” the black-haired male greets, but no answer comes from his girlfriend. She continues to look at him. “What?” 

“What?! Seriously? Park Jimin do you know what time it is?! It’s past 11 at night! Why are you just getting home now?!? It’s not good for you!” she explodes. It is the first time you’ve ever seen her yell, especially at Jimin. Though the male in question only seems to grow more tired as he hears her words. He sighs heavily as he begins walking towards his bedroom. 

“Noona I told you. My competition is in less than five weeks. I need to practice--”

“What about us? We agreed that we’d spend tonight together and you forgot--” Eunji starts complaining, her voice rising as she follows him. 

“No! I did not forget!! I specifically texted you and told you that I wouldn’t be able to go out tonight!” 

“You’ve been saying that a lot recently!! What? Is it that you don’t want to spend time with me?!” 

“God, noona, no! That’s not it!! I’m fucking sorry alright!” 

“Oh, great, sorry. The same exact thing you said last time….” her voice trails off as the door to Jimin’s shuts loudly. Their yells now turned into muffled sounds of aggravation. 

“Ugh again? That’s the third time this week!” Hoseok groans as he joins you and Yoongi at the table. 

“Are they doing okay?” you ask. You’ve never really tried to pry too deep into Jimin and Eunji’s relationship. It had been a bit sore of a subject for you since you found out. But you had never heard them fight like this. Eunji was always sweetly taking care of Jimin and he would always show her love in the cutest way possible. 

“To be honest, I’m not sure,” Yoongi sighs. “They’ve been pretty tense the past few weeks,” 

“Really? Why?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from sounding too nosy. Neither of the boys seem to notice though and Hoseok shrugs. 

“I don’t know. Last week, Eunji was saying something about how he’s pulling away from her and it isn’t really how it was when they started dating,” 

“But she probably just feels that way because Jimin is focusing so much on practicing right now,” Yoongi shrugs. “I mean we all know how he feels about dancing. He’s been preparing for this competition for a long time. He obviously wants to put his all into it,” 

“Yeah I can see why both of them are having problems,” Hoseok says. “It’s not like any of them are doing anything wrong. It’s just…” he trails off but you and Yoongi know what he means. You can’t help but feel a little bad. How could a happy relationship go so sour over such a thing? Then you remember your own predicament and wince. 

It takes you a week to finally break it off with Jaebum. It hurts to leave him, especially when you see the look on his face, but you can’t help but feel as though a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. But you do still hurt….

“I just didn’t know what to do!” you blubber as Jeongguk rubs your shoulder. 

“It’s okay (Name). I understand,” 

From his spot on the couch, Hoseok sends you a sad sort of grimace and you can’t help but cry harder. 

“I-I really wanted to be with him, you know?” you sob as Jeongguk clicks his tongue sympathetically. 

"Yeah?" Hoseok asks. 

"Yeah," you cry. "He was perfect," 

"You know, sometimes fate is just mean like that. There's always going to be someone perfect like Jaebum that isn't meant for you," Jeongguk says wisely. 

"And how many relationships have you been in, Jeongguk?" Hoseok asks the bunny-like male. 

"That's not that point, hyung!!" Jeongguk protests. "The point is that sometimes relationships aren't meant to be. Don't worry, (Nickname). You'll end up with someone great!" 

You sniffle noisily and wipe your eyes with your sleeve. You're sure your nose is red and your face is puffy. 

“I guess. But I really miss him now!!” a fresh wave of tears starts again and you put your head in your hands. Through your fingers, you catch Yoongi holding back a snigger at your tantrum and you whine loudly, opting to chuck a pillow at him. 

“STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!” 

He chortles. “I’m sorry but you were so ready to do it and now you’re crying like a baby,” 

You try to hold back a smile at his tone because you know he’s just teasing. If you hadn’t told him how you felt about breaking up with Jaebum, you know he’d be more serious. But he knows that you feel relieved and so he thinks he’s entitled to make fun of you. 

“Shut up,” you mutter, swiping your sleeve under your eyes again. Seokjin, who had been silently playing Mario Kart, voices his opinion. 

“You’ll be fine, (Name). JK’s right. If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be. Stop crying now. You look ugly,” 

“EVeRYoNE hATeS mE!!” you sob, dramatically turning into Jeongguk’s shoulder as his body shakes with laughter. You hear Hoseok giggle and then some footsteps follow. 

“Finally. You always use all the fucking hot water,” Yoongi grumbles and you hear Jimin’s tinkling laugh. You look up to see him and when his eyes land on you, his happy expression morphs into shock. 

“Wha-? (Name) have you been crying?!” he asks, before swiftly walking closer to you. “What happened?! Are you hurt?!” 

You blink stupidly, trying to hide the real tracks of tears from your earlier episode. Though before you can answer, Jeongguk beats you to it. 

“Eh, yeah she is. She and Jaebum broke up,” he informs the elder male. Jimin stands up straight and his eyes flicker with confusion, surprise, and something else you can’t quite place. 

“Oh?” his voice goes into a higher pitch than it naturally is. He clears his throat. “W-Why?” 

Your mood instantly dampens as you think of the male you just gave up. You really did miss him. 

“I-” you can’t help but get choked up again. “I don’t know,” 

Immediately, anger flickers across Jimin’s face. “Wait...he didn’t fucking...dump you for some stupid reason did he?” 

You shake your head quickly. “No no! I broke up with him,” 

The ravenette’s anger fizzles. “Oh. Then why are you crying?” 

“I don’t know,” you repeat miserably. “I can’t explain it,” 

Jimin seems to understand what you want to say and nods sympathetically.

“It’s okay. It’ll get better soon,” 

You sigh heavily and sniffle before nodding. You would die before you admitted that just seeing Jimin had already made it a bit better. 

***

You attentively watch every step that Jimin takes. His movements switch from fluid to controlled in seconds, yet his face is lacking any struggle, almost as if this came easy to him. Though for you, you couldn’t stand on your own two feet, so the way he was dancing right now was extremely admirable. The occasional squeaks of his sneakers were drowned out by the music echoing through the room. Next to you, Taehyung and Hoseok are watching with rapt attention. When Jimin hit the final beat, all three of you began to clap and praise him. 

“Woahh that was really cool, Jiminie!”

“That was amazing!”

“It was much better than last time just make sure you keep your legs straighter when you go down at the end,” 

Jimin grins sheepishly and nods at Hoseok’s suggestion. He starts walking towards his bag and pulls out his water bottle for a sip. Taehyung turns to you. 

“Well, (Name)? What did you think of Jimin’s performance?” 

Out of the corner of his eye, you could see Jimin looking at you for your answer. “It was so good. I wish I could dance like that,” you compliment honestly. Jimin’s lips twitch upwards at your words, but he doesn’t say anything. Taehyung looks satisfied before a mischievous glint takes place in his eyes. 

“I’m gonna go buy something for us to eat,” he says, standing up and dusting off his clothes. Your eyes widen. 

“I don’t wanna eat right no-” Jimin starts but his friend cuts him off. 

“Shut up, Jimin,” he scolds. “You have to get your energy back!” 

Taehyung grins at you; he was really trying to put you in an uncomfortable spot, huh? He then exits the practice room and you huff angrily. Well, at least Hoseok was still here. 

“HEY HOBI HYUNG!! CAN YOU COME WITH ME?! 

Oh no…

The male in question clicks his tongue. “What?!” 

“I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO BUY FOOD!!” Taehyung yells, poking his head into the room

“Ugh~” Hoseok groans, before standing up. “I’ll be back guys,” 

You shoot Taehyung a look of desperation, but all you get back is a wink and the door swings closed. You sigh as the room becomes silent. Jimin is grinning lightly when you look at him. 

“I’m happy you liked the dance, (Name),” he smiles and you feel your shoulders relax. His words didn’t help your sweaty palms though. 

“Of course I did! It was awesome!!” 

Jimin grins at your answer, a slight hue of pink dusting his cheeks. Though you can’t help yourself from rambling further. 

“I mean, if only I could do that!! It’s so amazing how you can dance so effortlessly. Like, it looks like you don’t even have to think about what you’re doing! You’re probably the best dancer I’ve ever met. Well, you and Hoseok. But you’re still so talented! You know, even when we were younger I used to be jealous of your dancing skills?! And it’s not fair! You looked so cool doing it!!” 

By the time you realized that you hadn’t stopped talking, all of your words were spilled into the air. While internally cursing yourself for your running mouth, Jimin’s blush deepens. 

“Aw,” he smiles. “Thanks, (Nickname),” 

The syllables of your nickname as they escape his lips makes your heart race and you smile back at him, ignoring the dampness of your palms. Though neither of you utter a word for the next few moments, you are fine just looking at him. He is about to speak when the practice door swings open. You turn to send a signal to Taehyung that everything was going well, but your shoulders drop when you see Eunji standing there instead. She isn’t angry or anything, but she doesn’t look too happy either. You steal a glance at the clock and realize that it was now hitting 12:30 in the morning. She seems to be aware of that as well. 

Jimin’s smile drops slightly. “Hey noona,” 

“You’ve been here this whole time?” she asks in a low voice. Jimin nods. 

“Jimin,” she sighs, her body slumping with some kind of unseen weight. “Jimin I’ve been calling you all evening,” 

“Oh shit,” Jimin curses. “Really? I’m so sorry noona. My phone was off and in my ba--” 

“Jimin,” she raises a hand to silence him. “You could have told me. I was waiting at your dorm all night,” 

It is then that her eyes drift to see you sitting against the wall and they narrow. It is the first time you’ve seen an expression like that on her and you want nothing more than to press yourself into the wall and disappear. 

“I’m really sorry, noona,” he sincerely apologizes again, walking closer to her. “My mind has just been so occupied with this competition and I--” 

“Let’s talk later, okay? I’m going home,” she says icily, stepping away from him. Jimin doesn’t make a move to stop her from leaving. Before she leaves, she looks at you once again and you feel a chill run up your spine at the look that is remarkably like a glare. Once she leaves, the atmosphere becomes tense, no more the fluttery air that was just present moments ago. You sneak a glance at Jimin, who looks defeated. He runs his hands through his black locks and when he catches your eyes, he manages to send you a gentle smile. 

“It’ll be fine, Jimin,” you offer, no matter how much it stings to say. “It’ll all be okay,” 

“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” he repeats, though it sounds more like he is convincing you than convincing himself. 

***

You shove a spoonful of Rocky Road into your mouth as you watch Taehyung sign into Netflix on your computer. You both are alone at your dorm tonight since Sana is visiting her parents for the weekend. You both enjoyed spending free time with each other and since you had finished most of the work you had and you didn’t have your part-time job, Taehyung was the obvious option. He plops on your bed and snatches the tub of sweetness away from you, to which you protest but are ultimately ignored. 

Though Taehyung seems a little off today. He isn’t chattering your ear off about something or the other and his hands are fidgeting a lot. 

“Hey TaeTae?” you ask, looking at him. 

He flinches and you start. “Hm? Oh yeah what?” he asks absent-mindedly. 

“You okay?” you frown. “You’ve been kind of...jumpy?” 

“Oh,” he shakes his head and smiles lightly. “Yeah I’m fine,” 

You’re not quite convinced, but you decide not to push him and instead focus on the screen as Us starts playing. You don’t notice Taehyung bite his lip and look at you with a bit of guilt. As the movie progresses, there are multiple instances when he opens his mouth to speak, but can’t manage to get words out. It takes him about half the movie, but eventually can’t control himself. He stretches across the bed to pause the movie and you look up at him quizzically. 

“I have to tell you something,” he says quietly. And then he starts. “Yesterday, I was at the dorm…” 

Taehyung lazily lounged on the couch, his hand digging into a bag of Cheetos as he lethargically watched Supernatural on TV. The dorm was pretty quiet this evening, he noticed. Yoongi and Namjoon were in their rooms working on music while Seokjin had gone to visit his brother. Surprisingly, you and Jeongguk were out eating together, with the latter having to pay after losing a bet to you. And not so surprisingly, Jimin and Hoseok were at the studio. So here he was. 

He didn’t really know how many episodes he had breezed through, but he was in the middle of choking on his laughter as Castiel yells “Hey assbutt!” when Jimin gets home. 

“Oh hey Jimini--” he paused when he saw Jimin’s somber expression. “What’s wrong?” 

Jimin looked up and smiled lightly before heading off to his room. “Oh nothing, I’m just really tired,” 

Taehyung knew that that wasn’t it, but he didn’t push his friend, and turned back to Dean’s appalled face. A few minutes later, he hears Jimin shuffling around in the kitchen as he makes dinner for himself before he walks into the living room and plops down next to him. 

“So…” Jimin asks, after a few minutes of watching Sam and his glorious hair. “Where is everyone?” 

“Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung are working. You know Jin hyung’s visiting his brother. And Jeongguk went out to eat with (Name),” Taehyung replies. Jimin turns to look at him quickly. 

“(Name) and Jeongguk?”  he repeats. Taehyung raises a brow and nods slowly. “L-Like on…..are they on a date?”

Taehyung reels back, his lips curling a bit. “What no! What is wrong with you?! He lost a bet so he’s taking her out and paying!” 

Jimin’s shoulders fall and he sighs a bit. “Oh okay,” he chuckles awkwardly. “Sorry, I was just checking,” 

Taehyung frowns, but slowly nods, before he focuses back on the show. “So how was practice? Is Hobi hyung still there?” 

Jimin nods in the middle of his munches. “Yeah. I’m getting pretty nervous about this now that it’s so close,” 

“Nah, you’ll be fine. You’re a great dancer. Just do your best,” Taehyung answers. It is silent for a minute, the two brother-like friends watching the show with interest before Taehyung poses a question. “Oh I wanted to ask. We’re all gonna go to Taeyong’s party tomorrow. You up for it?” 

“Who’s we all?” Jimin asks, turning to face him. 

“The hyungs, except for Jin hyung, me, and Gukkie,” 

“And (Name)?” Jimin asks. Taehyung stops to think, though it is a bit curious that Jimin keeps bringing you up. 

“I haven’t asked her. I could text her and see. I think she’d probably come,”  

“Okay, sure,” Jimin agrees, taking another bite of his dinner. 

“You can bring Eunji, too,” Taehyung says. But Jimin stiffens. 

“Uh, I don’t think she’d wanna come,” he answers. Taehyung blinks. 

“Why?” he pauses. “Oh. Because you’ve been kinda fighting lately? It’s okay. You can take her to the party to show her that you still wanna be with her. You know, spend time with her,” 

Jimin grimaces. “That sounds great and all but I really don’t think she’d agree,” Taehyung chuckles. “Why not?” 

“Because I broke up with Eunji,” 

There is a pause in the conversation. 

“What?” Taehyung asks. 

“I broke up with Eunji,” Jimin repeats. 

“Wha-? Why?” 

“I….” he sighs, as though unable to form words. “I don’t know man. You know how you always say that you break up with the girls you date because you don’t....”

“Love them?” Taehyung offers and Jimin nods miserably. 

“I mean I cared about Eunji, I really did. But like I don’t feel like I wanna be with her anymore. It feels like I’m forcing myself to be with her. And I didn’t want to do that because it was obviously hurting her!” 

Taehyung nods understandingly. “Yeah I get that. It’s okay. How do you feel? Are you okay?” 

Jimin winces. “I feel...really guilty. And kinda sad too. But I also feel like I did the right thing for her,” 

“I’m sure you did. As long as you’re happy, Jimin,” Taehyung smiles gently, turning back to the screen. For a second he thinks of you. He thinks of how long you’ve been pining after Jimin. He wants to tell you, he really does, but he doesn’t want to give you any false hope. He doesn’t want you to waste your time longing for Jimin if there was no chance to begin with. That’s why, internally, he debates on whether he had the right to tell you, or if you should hear it from Jimin himself.

“Thanks for everything, Taehyungie,” 

“He and Eunji...broke up?” you ask incredulously. Taehyung nods, biting his bottom lip gently. “Aw TaeTae. Why were you so nervous about that?” 

“I just didn’t want to have you be stuck on him, you know? I don’t know. I was trying to figure out if it was my place to tell you,” he answers honestly. Though you only smile up at him before nuzzling into his side. 

“Thanks for always thinking of me, Tae,” you sigh, though you can’t quell that spark of hope that has ignited in your chest. You feel him squeeze your shoulders and in his sweet voice he replies

“Of course, (Nickname),”

You continue to watch without a care in the world but Taehyung still feels guilt in his gut. Because he had left out the next part of the conversation. And he wasn’t sure if that part could benefit you or break your heart. 

After a few minutes, Taehyung asks the question in his head. “If you don’t mind me asking, when did you start feeling that way about Eunji? I mean, like you didn’t love her?” 

“Um,” Jimin licks his lips. “I think a few months ago? I just hated how she’d always be disappointed in me for not calling her and stuff,” 

“Ah got it,” Taehyung answers. “I guess that’s why you both started fighting too,” 

“Yeah…” Jimin trails off. Another beat of silence passes before he speaks up again. “I…” 

Taehyung turns to look at him. “What?” 

“I think it’s also because…” he pauses. “Because I have feelings for someone else,” 

Jimin refused to tell Taehyung who it was. But as he said, it could benefit you if the person was you, and if it wasn’t, it would break your heart. 

And Taehyung wasn’t sure if he wanted to take that risk.

***

“What time will you be back again?” Sana asks you as she watches you brush your hair. After you’re sure you’ve got all the tangles out, you place the brush down and turn to her. 

“To be honest I’m not sure. I think the actual competition ends at eight but it might run longer. Plus, Jin said I could just crash at their place if it goes on too late,” you answer. “I’ll text you anyway,” 

“Got it,” she grins. In just a few minutes, a rapt knock sounds from your door and stand up. When you pull it open, Yoongi stands there with Namjoon. 

“Ready to go?” Namjoon asks, his dimples showing up as he smiles down at you. You nod eagerly. 

“Then hurry your ass up and let’s go,” Yoongi mumbles, though he is slightly smiling. You roll your eyes and yell out a goodbye to your roommate, before shutting the door behind you. Following the two music lovers out, they lead you to the car. Namjoon pulls the door open as Yoongi goes to take a seat next to Seokjin in the front. Reciprocating the greetings you get from the boys, you comfortably seat yourself between Hoseok and Jeongguk as the car starts. Though the boys continue to chatter with each other, or occasionally bicker, you can’t help but glance at Jimin, who has been silent the whole ride. He stares out the window dazedly and his leg bounces nervously. Namjoon seems to notice this as well, as he places a comforting hand on the male’s knee. 

“You’re gonna be fine, Jimin,” he says.

“Yeah, you’ve practiced so much! It’s all gonna pay off!” Hoseok adds, brightening up the mood with his cheeriness as he always does. Jimin only shuts his eyes, blows out a breath, and nods. You offer him a smile when he catches your eye, and he shakily grins back. In another half an hour, all of you clamor out of the car in front of the place of the competition. 

“I have to go with all the other performers,” Jimin says to all of you. “You guys go through the front with all the people who came to watch,” 

“Got it,” Seokjin answers before breaking out into a smile. “Good luck, Jiminie!”

The other boys hug him and clap him on the back and smack his ass (Jeongguk) but he smiles gratefully at all of them. 

“Good luck, Jiminie,” you wish him with a smile before glomping him in a hug. Though it has been years, you can’t help but remember how it used to feel to hug him before something important. When you were younger, you used to think hugs would give him good luck, so now also, you’d like to believe that they would do something for him. You feel his hands gently squeeze you back before he lets you go. When you look at him, he is grinning at you, his chocolate eyes stretched in pretty crescents and that has you wanting to explode but you push away the butterflies and turn away from him, though you cannot stop smiling. You know he’ll be amazing. 

***

The car ride home is loud and rambunctious, just as one would expect from the seven boys who had stolen your heart. The chattering amongst you all doesn’t cease, even as Jimin flusteredly begs you all to stop. 

“Did you see the way he flipped?!” Jeongguk asks eagerly before making excessive hand gestures to accompany his words. “He was all WPAPPAPAAAAHH and then he landed so smoothly!!”  

“Yeah that was awesome!! But what about that part where he went into the splits and then got up without using like any of his hands?!” you squeal. “That was easily the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!!” 

“Ah c’mon guys,” Jimin whines with a blush, though he is grinning sheepishly. “You can stop now~” 

“And he was really hitting every beat! That was really well done,” Hoseok nods sagely as he effectively ignores Jimin’s request. Jimin only sighs with a shake of his head, leaning back into his seat with a smile as the moonlight hits the glinting gold medal around his neck. As soon as you all barge into the apartment, everyone plops into a couch or on the floor. Yoongi pulls out drinks for everyone and you all clink them together to celebrate Jimin’s victory. It is one of the best days you have with the boys, feeling now worries or stresses and nothing but happiness. 

“Dude,” Jeongguk slurs, his beer sloshing around as he motions towards Jimin. “All those nights in the s-studio really paid off~~~”

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees, his face turning extremely serious as he looks at his friend, totally unaware that he too is tipsy. “If Eunji could see you now!” 

Jimin, who is now sporting a light flush, looks at you quickly before looking away. You quickly turn back to your karaoke and began to sing excessively. 

“Even though she was a nice girl, you shouldn’t date someone if they come in the way of your dreams!” Namjoon nods wisely. He is holding the handle of a mug from the coffee table, which he had somehow broken off. 

“wHAt wISE woRdS!!” Hoseok suddenly shrieks from his position across the carpet, having even less control over his volume than usual. 

“Yeah I’m glad I ended it. I hope she’s happy~” Jimin smiles, his cheeks pink as he speaks. 

“You’re a mature guy for thinking so,” Yoongi says, sipping his wine and remaining the only one who knew how to handle his alcohol. He watches you and Seokjin loudly shriek to Fantastic Baby with a playful roll of his eyes. You all continue to pass the time with drinks, karaoke, and occasional remembrance of the beautiful performance you had witnessed earlier that evening. After Jeongguk’s very extra reenactment of Jimin’s dance, you stand up and stretch. 

“I should probably head back to the dorm,” you mumble. Seokjin, red in the face, laughs dramatically. 

“Girl, you can’t even stand on your own two feet,” he slurs and Jimin giggles loudly. You stick your tongue out and pull your sweater on. 

“You’re just extra drunk,” you point out and begin walking towards the door. You smile at Jimin, who is watching you go. 

“You did really well today, Jimin,” you whisper with tipsy smile. You really want to talk with him more, but you feel your nerves kick in and you settle with just seeing his pretty smile. 

“Thanks (Name),” 

You slip your sneakers on and wave dramatically to the boys. “See you guys later!” 

“Please don’t pass out on the way!” Yoongi yells after you, even though he knows you aren’t that drunk and can walk for fifteen minutes. You grin at the mint-haired musician and walk out the door. 

You are smiling as you step out into the warm summer air. A successful night for the boy you are obsessed with sits well with you, and having spent time with him and seeing him happy makes you happy in turn. You cross the street and are just about to continue your walk when you hear someone shout your name. You turn around to see Park Jimin standing at the door, a wide smile on his flushed face. 

“(NAME)!!” 

“WHAT?!” you yell back, thinking you must have forgotten something. 

“I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!” he cups his hands by his lips to amplify the sound of his voice.

“WHAT IS IT?” you ask. You see him take a deep breath and smile. 

“I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I NEVER FORGOT ABOUT YOU AND I NEVER HATED YOU!! I ALWAYS MISSED OUR FRIENDSHIP AND I’M SO GLAD THAT WE GOT TO MEET EACH OTHER AGAIN!” 

You take a second to process his words before you break out into a happy smile. You open your mouth to tell him how glad you are to hear this, but he beats you to it. 

“BUT-” he says suddenly and you stop. “I CAN’T BE YOUR FRIEND LIKE WE WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!” 

Your smile slowly drops, the beginning of a familiar sadness building up in your chest. 

“W-WHY?” you curse your voice crack, but await his answer. 

“BECAUSE-” he laughs loudly and you hear Hoseok scream from the hall: 

“TELL HER JIMIN!”

“BECAUSE I DON’T THINK I SEE YOU AS A FRIEND ANYMORE!!” he shouts and you pause. Suddenly, you fear the absolute worst, thinking that he does not want anything to do with you, that he doesn’t want to relive the friendship you once had. But then you hear Hoseok’s cheering and Namjoon’s praises and you start to think about what you just heard. 

“I-WHAT?” is all you can manage to yell back. You hear Jimin’s tinkling laugh and you can tell that he is embarrassed, but he is happy. He runs his fingers through his black hair and grins widely as Taehyung runs up to the door. 

“YOU WHAT?!” you hear the male yell, and Jimin laughs sheepishly. “SHE’S THE GIRL?!” 

Jimin nods mutely, though he is biting his plump lips to keep from smiling. You want to ask “what girl?” and “what are you talking about?” but you feel like your brain is short-circuiting. You hear Taehyung’s laugh of disbelief as he claps Jimin on the shoulder. “THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GO!!” 

Jimin, empowered by the bit of alcohol running through his veins and his friend’s encouragement, stumbles down the street and makes his way to you. When he stands in front of you, eyes and smile soft like honey, you forget how to blink. You are far too concerned with taking in every single facial feature of the beautiful man in front of you. His pretty hands slowly move to cup your neck and you hold your breath. His chocolate eyes are half-lidded, though they search for permission from you. You aren’t exactly sure how you give it to him, but he takes a leap of faith and connects his lips to yours. You won’t ever be able to explain your emotions at that moment, but all you can feel is Jimin. It takes you a few seconds to respond, but when you do, you do so wholeheartedly. You quickly close the space between you two and tangle your fingers in his dark hair feeling as though gravity ceased to exist. He seems to be enjoying himself just as much and he moves his hands to circle your waist and pull you closer to him. You can faintly hear Taehyung and Jeongguk faking gags but you can’t even bother yourself to care. Not when the boy of your childhood has completely stolen your heart. Maybe it’s a few minutes, or a couple of hours, or perhaps even a day has passed; you’re not sure. But when he pulls away from you his dazzling smile is so bright you can’t help but chuckle. He noses your cheek with a soft laugh and intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“You should text Sana,” he mumbles lowly, though you can hear the happiness in his voice. 

“Should I?” you ask back, closing your eyes in his embrace, feeling once again like a schoolgirl. He confirms with a gentle hum as he tugs you in the direction of the house. You lazily stumble after him, your legs feeling like jelly and butterflies actively fluttering in your gut. You watch him with loving eyes agreeing that he had never looked more handsome than in that moment. As Jimin pulls you into the apartment, Yoongi chuckles lowly. 

“It’s about time,” Jeongguk says and Hoseok grins with an excited nod of his head. 

“You knew?” you ask the two of them before it dawns on you. You slowly turn to glare at the tall male who hasn’t spoken. 

“I DIDN’T TELL THEM!” Taehyung yells at you, offended that you would even assume such a thing. 

“Wait...you knew?!” Jimin suddenly asks, looking at his fellow 95 liner, who gulps. 

“Well...yeah,” Taehyung answers and he immediately puts his hands up at Jimin’s glare. “Oh c’mon! She trusted me. I wasn’t about to go tell you that she had a crush on you!!” 

You grin and latch onto Taehyung’s arm. “Thanks TaeTae. I knew you were my best friend!” 

Jimin’s glare extends to you and you laugh. “That’s my best friend, woman,” 

“Hell no,” you shoot back and stick out your tongue. “You don’t deserve such a handsome best friend,” 

Taehyung nods appreciatively and high fives you but Namjoon smirks. 

“No matter how close you and Taehyung are you’ll never be as close as you and Jimin, (Name),” he comments before making smooching noises. Taehyung and Hoseok chortle and Yoongi’s smirk rivals Namjoon’s. You groan in embarrassment and sneak a peek at your lover, but he is only smiling with a shake of his head. His hand squeezes yours and you grin giddily. You suddenly hear footsteps and see Seokjin walking out of the bathroom. 

“Oh, (Name)? I thought you left? Did you forget something?” he asks, and when you all say nothing, he raises a brow. “What’d I miss?” 

The six of you blink and then Jeongguk utters a “Hyung how do you always miss the important stuff?” 

Namjoon and Hoseok crack up and you giggle as you watch Jeongguk dramatically recount the tale to an astonished Seokjin. You feel a nudge from your left and look to see Jimin grinning down at you. For a moment, his smile is so clearly the one you remember and it makes you feel a good kind of nostalgia. The Jimin you once knew wasn’t really gone. In fact the Jimin that you see next to you had grown from a cute boy to a loving man who had captured your heart once again. 

Whether he was four years old, eight years old, sixteen years old, or twenty years old, Jimin had your heart. And that would never change.

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a/n: so maybe i just wanted some drama and angst. but I hope you guys liked it!!

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[krreader]

NCT reacting to you being gone after sex, only to be found in another room.

pairing: nct x reader fandom: nct warnings: 00-liners and younger are not included in this request ; sex ; language ; mentions of anal sex genre: smut ; fluff ; hints of angst

a/n: soooo, I decided that when it comes to smut requests I’m not doing 00-liners or younger for now. I know many people are still very uncomfortable reading smut for 00-liners - me being one of them - but I still hope you like it sweetheart ♥

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moon taeil

“I have no idea where she is,” Taeil said to Yuta who had just arrived.

Since you had spent the night at his place last night, Yuta had decided to sleep in another room, not wanting to.. disturb anything, and also not wanting to listen to whatever you were doing.

But now he had come back and instead of finding you two soundly asleep, you were nowhere to be seen.

“Did you cheek downstairs? Maybe she's just making breakfast or something..”

“Breakfast.. right,” he hadn't even thought of that.

He immediately rushed into the kitchen and, as Yuta had said, there you were, making some breakfast with a happy smile.

“Hey, thought you might be hungry after last night,” you walked up to him and fed him a bite of the pancakes you had just made, “Is it good?”

And he had been so worried that you had left.. but there you were, the most beautiful woman on this planet, making him breakfast and..- god he wanted to cry.

“The best.”

john seo

“I'm not sure what happened, but can you please just talk to me?” Johnny was close to a mental breakdown.

This was the fifth message he had left on your phone after you had just disappeared. Last night had been the first night you two have had sex and apparently it was so bad that you had just left..

..or he was just paranoid.

“Listen, I love you, but I don't want you to listen to me being in the bathroom,” you suddenly said, walking into the bedroom with your phone in your hand, “I don't think our relationship is ready for that yet.”

“Oh my god!” he sprinted towards you and pulled you in for a hug, but then he leaned back and furrowed his eyebrows, “We didn't even do anal.. why would you take so long in the bathroom?”

You just rolled your eyes and hit his chest, but laughed anyways.

lee taeyong

Not that he had been bad last night, he knew that you had enjoyed it, but unfortunately he had been too excited and had an orgasm before you did.

So.. maybe that's why you had left? Maybe you had been so disappointed that you thought it'd be better this way?

Taeyong was fidgeting with his phone, his mind trying to come up with reasons why you weren't here, when he decided to go downstairs and grab himself a cup of water..

..only to find you standing in the kitchen.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh, sorry.. I didn't wake you right? I couldn't sleep anymore, so I thought I'd make breakfast, but then I realized you didn't have all the ingredients, so I had to go to the store and..- are.. you okay? You look a little.. weird.”

“Yeah,” he let out a relieved laugh and walked over to you to kiss your temple, “I'm good. Better now.”

“Oh okay.. so, anyways, I had to go to the store and..-”

Truth be told, he didn't listen to a word you were saying, he was too relieved right now and was just staring at you with a big smile, nodding to whatever you were saying.

nakamoto yuta

A few hours ago you had been moaning his name, then fell asleep in his arms in content and now he was sitting in his bed all alone, without knowing where you were.

He tried to be rational about it. There was probably a reason you weren't here right now. You didn't just leave.. no, you were probably just in another room.

So he got up and checked the bathrooms, the kitchen, until he found you sitting on the balcony dressed with one of his sweaters, smiling at him when he joined you.

“Hey..”

“What are you doing out here? It’s cold..”

“I couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake you.. and I like weather like this.”

It was pouring, yet the setting sun could be seen through the dark clouds.

Yuta sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “Let's sit here for a while then.. together.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, taking in a deep breath and sat out here for at least thirty minutes without talking to each other, yet being fully comfortable with the presence of the other and the only sound being the rain.

qian kun

Kun woke up because of the bad weather outside, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed you being gone.

But he immediately started to panic.

Last night had been your first time together. Your first time in general. You had told him you were fine afterwards, but maybe you had been lying and he hadn't noticed.. maybe there was something wrong and you were bleeding badly somewhere..

With these thoughts in mind, he pushed aside the blankets and ran through the apartment, wanting to open a bathroom door that you just came out of, practically running into you.

“Oh..-” you chuckled, “What are you doing?”

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Are you bleeding?”

“Wh..- no, I'm okay. I just had to go pee,” you furrowed your eyebrows and cupped his cheeks, “Really, Kun, I'm fine, you don’t have to worry..”

He still slept with one eye open that night, pulling you closer each time you fidgeted in his arms.

kim dongyoung

Dongyoung was upset.

His pride was hurt badly.

The fact that you just left without a word.. he wasn't that bad.

“You could have at least said something before leaving.. and don't pretend you didn't like it, you literally came three times. But maybe that wasn't enough for you, maybe you wanted to..-” he was angrily typing the text message, looking up with an open mouth when you strolled into the bedroom with a bunch of cookies, one of them currently in your mouth.

“Uh..-” you gulped it down and then hid the plate behind your back, “I.. got kind of hungry. Sex always makes me hungry and orgasms.. well, orgasms make me want to eat a lot. And since I had three,” you shrugged, your voice showing signs of shyness.

Dongyoung quickly tapped the delete button on his phone and just threw it somewhere else on the bed with a grin, “Come here.. let's eat them together.”

Good thing he didn't press send yet.

ten

When you’ve had your second orgasm and had moaned his name into his ear, he had genuinely thought you had enjoyed yourself more than ever before.

When you had begged him to go faster and had scratched open his back, he had genuinely thought you were craving more and never wanted it to stop.

But now that he was alone in his bed, he was afraid that all of this had been fake.

Biting his lip, he started looking through the apartment, only to find you in the living room on the phone.

“No, I just can't sleep.. I'm fine though. He was.. the best I ever had, seriously. I've never had an orgasm when having sex with a guy for the first time, but he just knew where to touch and kiss me and.. god, it was fantastic.”

Ten just grinned, leaning against the wall and listening to you rambling on about how much you enjoyed last night with him.

jung yoonoh

The first thing he saw when his eyes opened was the sun setting.

You and him had started right after dinner and because of how exhausted you had been, you had fallen asleep right away, despite the early hour.

Maybe that's why he woke up now.. only to find the bed empty.

“(Y/N)?” Yoonoh asked, his voice still groggy. He was a little confused as to why you weren't in bed with him, maybe even a bit worried, but thankfully you weren't far away.

“I'm here,” you smiled, sitting on his window board, “Go back to sleep..”

But he didn't want to if you weren't with him.

Only in his boxers, he got out of bed and walked over to you, pushing his face into your side until you wrapped your arms around him.

“I thought you left for a second..”

“I'd never leave you,” you whispered, “Especially not after that performance.”

He chuckled happily.

dong sicheng

Sicheng had thought you and him were perfect for each other. You've had a good thing going for a while before you’ve had sex for the first time last night, so you leaving was not something he had expected.

He was upset, angry and most importantly hurt.

He thought this relationship was more to you than just sex, but maybe you had used him..

..or not.

Because when he wanted to get himself a cup of water – or a lot of alcohol – he found you sitting in the living room.

“(Y/N)? What.. are you doing here?”

“Oh, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd just watch some Netflix,” you said with a smile, a blanket wrapped around your body.

He wanted to slap himself for ever thinking you'd just leave.. you were the one that told him you loved him first, you were the one that always supported and showered him with affection when needed..

..no, you'd never do that to him. You'd never hurt him.

kim jungwoo

With you in his arms, he had always slept better.

It was like his body was so used to it now, that he immediately woke up when you weren't there anymore.

Only that tonight he became worried.

Last night you had sex for the first time. Both of you. And while he fully enjoyed himself, he wasn't sure if you did as well. He had been careful, had made sure you weren't uncomfortable, but maybe his pleasure hadn't let him see that you were actually hurting.

He immediately jumped out of bed and looked everywhere for you, only to find you walking out of a bathroom with a towel around your body.

“Why did you take a shower?”

“Because I was sweating and you were already sleeping,” you took a step towards him, looking at his worried face, “What's wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, nothing.. It’s fine.. just thought you had left.”

“No, no.. just needed to take a shower. Desperately,” you laughed, grabbing his hand, “Come on. Let's go back to bed.”

lucas

Sex had been glorious. Both of you had enjoyed yourself so much that you had managed to do it for over an hour. He had forced himself not to cum to soon, not wanting it to end, no matter how hard that was.

..so because you had both enjoyed it so much, he didn't believe that you'd just leave.

He was too confident about himself to think that you hated it so much that you'd run away.

And he was right, you weren't gone, you were just getting yourself some water.

“Thirsty?” you chuckled, handing him the glass, “Maybe we should bring a bottle to your room..”

“Bring two,” he grinned, pushing you against the fridge, you giggling when he raised one of your legs, then the other.

mark lee

It looked bad.

A girl leaves after the first time having sex with a guy, of course he'd think he had done extremely bad.

Mark's pride was shattered, thinking he didn't please you. His mind was driving him crazy, so he wanted to take a cold shower and – hopefully – clear his head.

But the bathroom was taken. And when he knocked, he was surprised to see you open it.

“Oh, hey.. you want to take a shower too?”

“You're.. showering?”

“Yeah, there's a lot of.. uhm.. well.. sticky stuff on my stomach.”

“I told you I should have just cummed on the bed.”

“Nah, where's the fun in that?” you pulled him inside the room, “Come on.. you sweated a lot, let's take a shower together.”

Needless to say, his pride was restored after that shower.

xiao dejun

Like.. what was he supposed to think when he woke up alone after having had sex for the first time with you last night? It wasn't your first time, but it had been his first time and he had been so nervous that you'd think he'd be a total loser and from the looks of it, that's exactly what you thought, because you were gone and he was alone in bed.

He was close to crying, wanted to grab his phone and see if you had at least texted him, but that’s when you walked back into the bedroom.

“Oh.. you're up? Why?”

“Where.. you.. I thought..-”

“I went to the bathroom real quick.. did I wake you up?”

“No,” well, yeah, but..- “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, why?” you sat down next to him, “Are you?”

“I just..- yeah, I'm okay.”

He didn't want to admit what he had been thinking, so instead he just cuddled with you and waited until you were asleep before he let out a sigh of relief and kissed your forehead.

God.. he never wanted to let you go again.. you meant so much to him..

won kunhang

That night you and him had shared last night had been the most special night ever for him.

You and him had waited for your first time together and it ended up being perfect. 

Absolutely perfect.

So perfect that he didn't think you would just get up and leave right away.

But he was worried nevertheless, maybe there was something wrong.

So he got up and looked everywhere for you, only to find you in the living room, a blanket around your body, seemingly wanting to sleep there.

Why, though?

“(Y/N)?” he knelt down in front of you, gently brushing your hair out of your face, “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

“Sorry,” you said sleepily, “I couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake you up with me trying to find a comfortable sleeping position.”

“It's okay.. as long as you're okay,” he ended up sleeping on the couch with you, his arms wrapped around you as tight as he could and feeling the happiest he had been feeling in a long time.

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[atinytokki]

The Windy Road

iii. A Market Chase 

Mingi had almost forgotten about the haunted window.

His mother roused him for school and went to prepare his packed lunch while he got dressed. In a passing glance, he noticed it was still locked, just as he’d left it.

Part of him was disappointed. Not that the ghost hadn’t visited, of course, but that he hadn’t proven its existence.

He imagined the look on Minseok’s face, as he showed him the undeniable proof that their new residence was indeed haunted.

Mingi peeked out the back window at the tree and the bushes. Hyunseok, the boy in the bushes, the ghost— they were one and the same in Mingi’s mind. Everything fit together, all he had to do now was figure out what Hyunseok’s ghost wanted in his bedroom.

The walk to school wasn’t far, but Mingi took his time on the road, unwilling to get lost in the low lit rays of dawn.

There was an uneasy atmosphere over the schoolhouse that Mingi sensed as soon as he walked in. The school mistress was kind, and the other children were quiet, but something was off.

Mingi chalked it up to the recent death in town and attempted to focus on the lessons. He grew bored in the first hour when he already knew the material they were covering and launched a ball of paper at the boy sitting next to him.

Startled eyes were shaken out of their focus. “...Yes?” The boy whispered with an edge of annoyance. He looked more timid than anything else, so Mingi flashed him an easy smile and whispered his question back.

“Why is everyone so quiet? This is school, isn’t it? Not a funeral.”

The boy looked taken aback for a moment but answered with a cautious glance at the school mistress.

“It kind of is a funeral. I mean, the Kims just drowned last week...”

Oh.

Mingi had forgotten that minor detail.

“Right. Did you know them?”

For the first time, the boy cracked a fond smile. “Oh, everyone knew them. They were the best at sailing, on the whole northern cove I daresay.”

“What were they thinking going out in the middle of a typhoon then?” Mingi caught himself too late. The boy was already looking at him with horrified eyes and now Mingi was slapping himself internally.

What a great start.

“I don’t think you have any business to comment. You probably don’t know the first thing about sailing.”

“Of course I do.”

A complete lie. But now Mingi couldn’t stop himself, he had said what he did and now he had to keep going, lie snowballing into a totally fabricated tale of daring adventure on the high seas, one he could only ever imagine at best.

“Bosung!”

It was the school mistress.

“You can get to know the new student at lunchtime. Focus on your studies, please.”

Both boys repositioned their eyes on their desks, faces blazing red with embarrassment.

Mingi had started off worse in other towns, believe it or not, but this first day was a strong contender.

He packed up and headed home when they were dismissed without talking to anyone else, already planning a trip to the nearest library later to research all the sailing terminology he was now supposed to be an expert on.

“Anyone home?”

There was no answer.

Mother and Father were probably out working, but Mingi had no idea where Minseok would be. Perhaps he was hunting for work.

Tired of lugging around his bag full of new textbooks, Mingi hauled it up to his room to drop it off.

The door creaked open under his weight, and as he sighed and stepped in, a sudden movement drew his attention.

Someone was standing next to the window.

Mingi dropped his bag in surprise, opening his mouth to scream. Not a sound came out.

It was the boy— the ghost!

He looked as startled as Mingi, and jumped up from where he was crouched next to the open floorboard.

The diary was in his hand.

“Hey!” 

Mingi didn’t get another word in before the boy turned and jumped out the window he had evidently entered from.

Mingi gasped and ran to the sill. Surely a jump from that height would kill or seriously injure the boy—

He spotted the criminal below, getting back to his feet and sprinting away, down the path toward the town.

Completely out of instinct and without a coherent thought on the matter, Mingi turned back and ran through the house, bursting back out the front door and taking off after the boy.

He wasn’t sure why he did it. The diary had no real value, at least not to him, and if the ghost boy— or whatever he was— led him somewhere dangerous, he would be in big trouble.

But he needed answers, and the opportunity had presented itself to get to the bottom of this mystery.

Plus, it was kind of exciting running hard down the path in pursuit of a ghost criminal.

The story he would have after this one would be completely true.

The ghost boy seemed to know his way around, dodging dips in the road and cutting corners through each bend, but Mingi didn’t think he had planned where he was going.

Mingi’s legs were longer, and all he had to do was catch the boy. He pushed harder through the cramp forming at his side.

The market came into view at the bottom of the hill. Mingi’s parents were probably there, searching for the best spot to sell their wares.

Mingi cursed the hilly landscape as his feet skidded on the dirt road with his momentum. The boy he was chasing risked a look over his shoulder and picked up speed, eyes widening in panic.

Now Mingi was at a disadvantage. The ghost boy weaved between bartering tradesmen with ease and he jogged along behind, dodging a stray cat and almost tripping over an apple barrel.

In the back of his mind, Mingi wondered why the ghost didn’t just pass through people or float through the stalls.

The mouthwatering smell of grilled meat wafted over to Mingi but he ignored it and turned the corner after the ghost boy.

He was trying to lose his pursuer in the chaos, but Mingi was gaining on him.

Mingi didn’t let it show, but he was tired. His legs were starting to ache and his breath had become laboured. He wasn’t sure how far they’d run, but he would certainly be checking later for dramatisation purposes.

He needed to end this chase somehow. So he called out a name.

“Hyunseok!”

The boy pulled to a halt so abruptly, Mingi crashed into him, both boys sprawling in the middle of the street.

A horse whinnied ahead of them, and Mingi looked up from their tangle of limbs to see a carriage fast approaching. Again without thinking, he pulled the boy up by his shirt collar and dragged him over to the side of the road. The carriage passed by.

It hit Mingi all of a sudden.

He had just touched the boy, barrelled into him, in fact, and then yanked him out of the way of oncoming doom.

This boy was not a ghost. He couldn’t be.

He turned with confusion to the criminal in question.

The boy was looking back with eyes full of swirling emotion. The diary remained clutched in his hand.

“How...”

He choked on his breath, pausing to recollect himself for a moment. Mingi realised they were both trembling.

“How do you know that name?”

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A/N: Back to back updates because I love youuu <3 Have you solved the mystery?? Please leave comments and kudos in return if you’re so inclined. Not to get your hopes up but expect more soon :))

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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 209

MiMi

"Me and my mama taking the kids to Chicago."

I look at the phone. I was ignoring him on purpose. "Try me Devin."

He snickers. "JJ. Your mama said have fun in Chicago. What little boy?"

"What did he say?"

"It sound like he called me a damn fool. What did you say boy?"

JJ had a sad look on his face. "I not talking to you, Daddy."

"What did you say?"

"It's a swim pool." He says turning to the book he had in front of him. "It a big swim pool."

"Look at you bothering my baby. You are a damn fool."

Dee comes back to the phone. "You always fuck me good before you leave. Come back."

I suck my teeth. "Wasn't nothing special, stupid. You had the choice to come."

"I told you that you could go by yourself. Just my selfishness that wants you here now. I don't really miss you."

I roll my eyes. "Bye, baby daddy."

He gets mad about that. "Yea."

"I'm just playing. I love you."

"Aight." He hangs up.

I laugh. He being so serious with his stupid self. I continue laughing to myself. I had been standing outside of the building on the balcony looking at the city. I only been here for a few hours but I miss my kids and my annoying husband. He has been being a sweetheart with his mother in town. I don't think he wants her to stay.

"Bae, why are we out here?" Cammie snaps.

"I'm out here. Who told you to come out here?"

She looks back into the club then rolls her eyes. "Stay out here. This fool."

"Cammie." August Alsina says coming up with a drink. "I was trying to tell you about my song."

"What song?" I retort.

He leans closer to Cammie. "Remember you were always saying shit like August you too young. And all that shit about waiting. Well I just used it to write a song. But on some real shit, a nigga was hurt when he found out you had a fucking family."

"August really?" She snaps.

"For real. This the first time we really had the chance to talk. I respect your relationship. So look... I'm trying this smoothie shit trying to get my health right. Taste the nasty as stuff."

Cammie pushes it away. "I don't know where your mouth been."

"Not on you." He snickers. "No, look. I never drunk any."

"Well I don't want it." She snaps.

He leans a bit closer to her. I lean over the balcony rail looking at the street below. She starts laughing really hard. I glance back at them. What's so funny now that he whispering? He wipes his face then chuckle as he walks away.

"What was that whispering?"

"Girl stop. That motherfucker wouldn't have a chance in hell."

"Girl he would be perfect in hell. A real temptation."

She giggles. "Well right now he a fucking disappointment. I'm good and loyal to my jackass of a husband. Who probably fucking cheating on my ass right now. I swear I want to go to where he is and jack him up. Slap him around for the old and the new. Like I swear MiMi if this bitch suddenly decides he wants to out of the blue cheat on me... it's over. Bye bye Mr. Sexy. Imma swell that pretty face all up."

"Yeah okay."

"Seriously, I'm too good to him."

"Bae, you fucking are." I say hugging her. "You know my ass will get that dick regardless."

She hugs me lightly then push me away. "Yeah, Dee's dick. You trying to act like you be cheating as much as he does. Shut up."

"Why are you out here?" Amber yells. "Guess who I see?"

"Kim."

She shrugs. "No. Christopher."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "I heard that him and Trey did not fix shit."

"Girl they got in a damn fight for some dumb reason he has yet to tell me. He fucking came home and walked straight pass me. I'm sleep on the couch waiting for him to come home. Then fucking play it off like he was looking for me when he came home. Or maybe his dumbass just walked pass me. Either way they stupid as hell."

Cammie swats her hand in the air. "I'm like 48 hours away from saying fuck this marriage and fuck this glamour life. Like I'm not even the same person I was 3 years ago. I try to walk around here and act like I am. But bitch let somebody tell me that I have to wait for a table or fucking wear a fucking no name brand ass shirt."

"You so damn dumb." I laugh.

"What's going on with your marriage?"

"Are we here for Amber to suddenly become a friend or are we here to celebrate my birthday?" I spat making my eyes big.

Amber puts her hand in my face. "Bitch, bye. Your damn birthday was yesterday."

I grab her and start humping her. "Let me fuck some sense in you!"

"You are too damn much!" Amber laughs while failing to get me away from her.

"Imma go dance with that guy right there." Cammie says walking away.

I look at where she going. "What guy?"

But she was already gone. I walk into the club looking for her. Amber starts laughing then points through the crowd. Cammie was pulling Chris' neck down to her so he would lean over. He shakes his head then she let's him go.

"Bitch not dancing with my man tonight." Amber says walking away.

"You bitches crazy."

 Buggiz

"I'll go check to see if the car is outside." I say walking away from Trey.

He acting very shitty. I don't know where it came from but he is. He was acting like he didn't ask me to come be with him. CiCi could have sensed how fucking weird he was acting and took it upon herself to call me. Either way he didn't ask me to leave. So I'm just going to be here to make sure nothing happens.

"The car is outside. You have bags?"

"Naw." He says putting his hands in his pockets and walking off.

See that's the attitude I'm talking about. Down and depressed. He usually perks up a bit after being left alone for a while. I need to watch him closer. I don't see how he could have took something. He doesn't have any bags with him.

"I mean... Buggiz you don't have to come to the house."

"The hotel?"

He shrugs. "Yeah you don't have to come."

"I just want to see you get there. I won't stay."

"I'm not feeling people treating me like I can't do shit for myself right now. I can get to the hotel fine alone."

I shrug. "And feces can sustain life."

"What?"

"Right." I say opening the car door for him.

He gets into the car. I step to the front seat and get in next to the driver. I take my job more serious than my friendship with him. Fuck being friends if you are putting your life in danger. We not discussing what is best for the friendship. He may not even fucking talk to me for a while after this. But he can't fucking stop me from riding to this damn hotel. Because no matter how much of a jackass he wants to be the true will always be that he can't safely roam any street he wants. Especially not Miami. Especially since he carrying cash.

"This is a bit secluded." I say looking around.

"Exactly why I didn't need you."

I get out and open his door. "I said a bit."

He walks away without another word. I follow behind him but stay far back. Sorta so he will forget about me and I can stay around a bit.

"Enjoy your stay." The man shouts just a little too loud after Trey abruptly walks away.

"Buggiz." Trey says then gets in the elevator.

I don't answer him. I just get into the elevator. He really not gonna let me come into his room. I can already tell. For one he didn't hand me a key which usually happens. Even if I'm staying in another room he would hand me one of his keys. But he puts them in his pocket along with his hands. Business it is, Trey Songz. I'm walking you to this damn room.

"I'm here." Trey says opening the door.

"Damn, I never been here. I can't at least check out the room?"

"You fucking with me." He says pushing the door open wide and walking in. He gets on his phone. "I texted you the address already. Where are you at? Yeah."

I walk out of the bathroom nodding. "Aight."

"Yeah." He says.

He up to no fucking good. You can kick me out your room all day. Dont fucking mean I have to go anywhere. I go downstairs in the lobby and stand around watching people come in and out. I mean it was very boring but I wanted to know who he was inviting over.

"Buggiz my nigga!"

"Forrest." I say reaching my hand out.

He looks around. "Why you out here?"

I shrug. "Bruh, acting shitty."

"Yeah, I know. I heard from Ma about that fight him and Chris had. Bruh, acting real messy. Like why you at a private villa when you got a house that fucking looks like this shit? I was fucking enjoying myself at his house."

"He call you here?"

Forrest gets irritated. "Hell yeah for some clothes. Like nigga. Go to your damn house. I don't know."

"I wish I would have gone with him when he went to talk to Chris. I'm sure that has something to do with the way he acting."

"Hell, maybe." Forrest says walking away.

"I'll be down here."

I snap my head up. Forrest was standing off from me looking pissed. I look at my watch. Damn was that even a minute? 5 minutes? Why he down here so fast? What the hell does he have going on? Trey? I stand up really fast going to him.

"Everything okay?" I snap.

"Yeah." He looks at me still zoned out. "I'm trying to figure out what he just said to me."

I shake my head. "Did he take something?"

Forrest shrugs. "Imma go park this car. I wasn't gonna stay but this man crazy right now."

"If he let's you stay around do that. I'd feel comfortable with leaving as he wants me to."

"Yeah, alright."

I nod. Imma go tell him that I'm leaving for real and see if he tells me what he taking. I stop in the hallway and put my hand out stopping the girl from walking by me. Oh fuck no. I'm not about to let no shit like this happen. I'm only making fucking assumptions at this point. You get rid of me because your ass trying to fucking cheat on your wife? Nope. Fuck you as a damn friend.

"Oh damn, Bae, Trey asked me to text you. I forgot." I say boldly. If she wasn't here for Trey I would simply make some shit up.

"Call me for what?" She says smiling.

Aye hell she playing my card. "He has to get on the plane ASAP."

She sucks her teeth looking down the hall. "He texted me like 2 minutes ago."

"Emergency. Family first."

"Fuck some fucking family first. I told him not to fuck with me." She says turning and walking away.

Hold the fuck up. I look back behind me. Trey changed his damn room? When? Got damn it. I ain't dealing with this bitch. I watch the girl as she waits for the elevator with an attitude. Forrest steps out when it stops. He looks the girl up and down.

"Shelia." He says.

"How about tell your fucking brother to kiss my ass." She says kissing Forrest.

He wipes his face as the elevator closes. "What kinda fucking shit?"

I chuckle. "Interception." I do the Heisman. "Done."

"Was that that Instagram girl?"

"Fucking saw her in Cali a few months ago being friendly. Figured I would give it a try. Trey moved rooms."

Forrest shrugs. "I don't know. Why he being stupid? Cammie gonna kill his ass. You know she fucking friends with Cammie's cousin?"

"That girl?"

"That girl." He snaps. "She was at the baby reveal."

I nod. "That's why she so bitter so fast."

"She probably gonna fucking tell some crazy shit regardless."

"Damn, I'm glad I walked up the stairs. Let's not let him ruin his marriage. Deal?"

Forrest shakes his head. "Dumbass gonna try real hard. Deal though."

"I ain't going to talk to him now. I'm going to Cali. Keep Cammie mind right."

"Aight. I got the easy job." He chuckles walking pass me.

[rosaetae]

how to: change a diaper

☇ anon asked: “can u write a blurb where y/n and tae are new parents and hes trying to figure out how to do it on his lil baby boy but he ends up peeing every where and then y/n comes home to them showering together and being soft asf”

➢  pairing: taehyung x reader

➢  genre: dad!taehyung, major major fluff

➢  word count: 2.3k

➢  a/n: in no means does this actually teach you how to change a diaper... sorry to disappoint 

➢  summary: leaving your husband and son alone to go to work for the first time seems a bit weary. but what could go wrong?

Becoming a mom after three years of knowing and marrying the love of your life was wholly unexpected, but inevitable, needless to say. Of course, you wanted to become a mom, it was a dream where you wanted to wake up one morning to your husband snoozing beside you and your child squished between the shield of mom and dad, head in dreamland as you would smile to yourself and realize this is where happiness is. But just directly after marrying the love of your life, you were pregnant!— as said by your many pregnancy tests, the hurlings every time you wake up, and the visit to the clinic.

You were thrilled, how couldn't you be? Your parents and his parents were ebullient to the news and Taehyung would give you endless support and care while you were carrying your child, but with the pain during those excruciating nine months? You have said some rather malicious things to your husband that you were sorry— not really sorry simultaneously— for, but it was understandable, as you were the one having to undergo the suffering through the beauty and pain of giving birth.  

Now fast forward with your son being a year old and inheriting his mischievous traits from his dad, you were glad you were heading back to work as Taehyung had volunteered to stay at home and take care of baby Taemin after he has left you alone with your son while he went off to tour for a few months. The most sleep you've had was 14 hours the whole week and being able to head down to your studio to take a power nap and finish up some of your pieces sounded like paradise in your ears.

Leaving that morning with your brushes in hand, you vocally declare the daily routine of Taemin's to your husband as you were putting on your boots near the door. Taehyung listened and listened, carrying Taemin in his arms while Taemin was sucking his bottle of milk, paying rather no attention that his mother was leaving him with his father.

"Make sure he eats lunch," you say, zipping up your boots. "Nap time is at 2— he usually sleeps for an hour and a half— snacks around 4—oh! He's been really liking Cheerios as of lately and bed time is—"

"7:30," Taehyung finishes off your long litany of you being a consumed mother and you sigh, eyes closing in thankfulness. Your husband walks towards you with a grin on his face. "Don't worry about us, we'll be fine. You should be worrying about your piece that you wanted to finish."

Pursing your lips, you look at him through your eyelashes and he's peering down at you with reassurance and you can't be anymore grateful to have a husband like him. "Okay," you finally let out and Taehyung chuckles. "The house better not be a mess when I come home! I cleaned it right before you got back."

"Copy that," he says with false sternness when he lowers his voice in a joking matter, having you laugh at your wonderful goofball of a husband. Your eyes falter towards your son who had his head against his father's chest, your heart melting at the sight of your pride and joy in the arms of the love of your life and it makes you rethink about going to the studio today. "Go. We got it under control in the Kim's Household."

"What if something goes wrong?" You begin to wonder, causing you to grow even more weary. "What if there's a fire? Or—"

"Babe," he chuckles at your worries and presses a kiss on your cheek, hoping to wash away some of that worry away— and it semi does. "We'll be fine. Seriously, get out of here before I kick your ass out of here."

"Hey, language!" You gape as you reach over to lightly press your hands over Taemin's ears and it causes Taehyung to grin.

"Go," your husband urges and you sigh in defeat letting out a string of 'alright, alright' out of your mouth as you roll your eyes, giving a kiss to your husband and your son's cheek. "Bye, Bob Ross, have a wonderful day, we will see you when you come back."

Laughing at his farewell, you head towards the front door, your hand unlatching the door and turning the knob before you turn around to give them one last look.

"Taemin," Taehyung cooes while he gently grabs his son's hand to imitate a wave goodbye to you. "Say bye to Mommy Bob Ross!"

You wave goodbye as Taehyung walks after you to close the door behind you and when you were a foot outside the house, you twirl around and point your finger at Taehyung. "And don't forget to change his diap—"

Shamelessly, Taehyung may have just closed the door in your face while you were in the middle of your goshdamn sentence, but as you were going to pound on the door to yell in his face, you realized that the sun was out on this cloudy day and you realized how you haven't really been out the few months Taehyung was gone. Sure, you've ran some errands, but you haven't really felt the sun's rays on your body in awhile and you hadn't noticed that the grass was greener than the last time you saw it. And sure enough, you felt inspired and motivated to walk into your studio and to finish the piece you haven't been able to finish.

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Meanwhile, as you were enjoying your felicity away from home, Taehyung was able to remember to change Taemin's diaper after you were so close to leaving when you just had to point your finger at his face to remind him to do that simple task. But that's when he realized his grave mistake; he probably should have asked you how to change diapers again instead of slamming the front door directly in your face.

Taemin was in the midst of crying and wailing as his father was trying to desperately put the new diaper under his son's old diaper, while trying to tune out his son's cacophony of his cries to focus on following a YouTube video on how to properly change diapers. Yes, Taehyung has changed diapers before, but that was a while ago and in the midst of his world tour, he didn't have enough practice to master the art of changing diapers so he was certain that something would go wrong  if he didn't have some sort of guidance.

And just as Taehyung was following each step properly, he missed one step, having him to rewind the video, but just as he reached over to double tap on the screen, he feels a warm liquid hit him and hit the wall before he had finally registered what had happened.

Taemin peed everywhere.

Taehyung, having to pause the YouTube video, simply sighed as he stared at his son who was now no longer crying and was staring at him with those innocent baby eyes that had the power to guilt trip any parent in sight. "You've got to be kidding me," he states as he slowly comes to the result that his son has peed not only on himself, but on Taehyung, and the walls, causing a big mess that not only made Taehyung sigh in aggravation, he had realized that his son does take after his mischievous traits, and he couldn't have felt anymore bad for you than he already does.

When you had finished your piece of what was your idyllic view of home, you were excited to go home and see what mess your husband and your son could have made. Perhaps maybe there would be food splattered on the walls and cabinets, Cheerios on the floor and scattered on the table, or maybe a huge explosion made from the toy box would have occurred in the living room— whatever it was, you embraced yourself for it.

So when you open the door of your house, you were expecting a heavy-breathing exhausted Taehyung running towards you, probably wanting to squeeze you tight with a hug, thanking that you're finally home. You also expected the house to be a mess, but you were subtly surprised to see the house intact.

"Taehyung?" You call out as you enter the house, hoping that your husband would come in after hearing your voice. No response. "Taehyung!" You try again and there is not one answer and you begin to panic, running to Taemin's nursery room to see that he wasn't anywhere in sight and you run to the master's room where you think that Taemin is probably sleeping beside Taehyung in the room, but seeing that the room was empty too, your heart begins to hasten before you realize you hear the shower running, some giggling following afterwards.

Opening the door to the bathroom, the light-hearted laughter grew louder and being entirely confused at the situation, you knock on the door, letting awareness spread by your presence in the room.

"___?" Taehyung calls and you walk towards his voice in the shower, sliding the shower curtain to reveal not only your naked husband, but your naked husband and your naked son, showering together.

"Look, Taemin!" Taehyung laughs. "Mommy's home!"

Taemin lets out a string of excited squeals, his hand waving at you slightly before slapping it on top of Taehyung's head, eliciting a giggle from out of your mouth. Your husband gives an 'owww' before blowing air into Taemin's chest, causing a loud fart noise that made Taemin giggle even louder. Heart exploding of the cuteness stood before you, you shake your head at your husband and your son.

"I'll leave you two to it," you say, a big smile on your face as you close the shower curtain and leave the bathroom, you heading towards the kitchen to make yourself cereal in a mug (yes, you were craving Honey Bunch cereal in the evening) when you notice that the dishes were washed and the sofa was neat and tidy with the blanket folded and the pillows in a nice order.

Taehyung comes back shortly after in his pajamas and you smile up at him, mouth full of cereal. He runs a hand through his damp hair, smirking at you as he takes a seat at the island in front of you.

"So, how was your day?" You ask with a smirk after downing the food in your mouth. "You really cleaned up the place."

Your husband laughs as he watches you put another spoonful of cereal in your mouth. "It was great. Taemin cried only once the whole day."

Impressed, you raise your eyebrows and walk over to the sink to put your mug in and peer over at your cheeky husband. "I'm impressed. I was hoping to see the house a mess... like an apocalypse happened when I was gone." In response, your husband laughs, shaking his head.

"Come on, babe, give me credit," he whines as you walk towards him, sticking your tongue out at him. "I'm a great father."

Wrapping your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer between his legs. "You are the best father out there," you laugh. "But, you're telling me there wasn't one little mishap that happened today?"

Taehyung purses his lips, shaking his head and you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. There was no way, with Taemin who inherited his father's coy and rascal traits, that there wouldn't be one little situation where something went wrong. And it hits you, a smug grin emerging on your face as he raises an eyebrow.

"Did you change his diaper?" You inquire and Taehyung nods, lips still pursed. "Tae, did you really?"

Opening his mouth to say something, Taehyung closes it and he sighs, breaking. "Well, let's just say I kind of forgot how to do it." And you bite your lip to suppress your hysteric. "In my defense,  I had no baby to practice changing diapers on during the tour— not counting babying Jimin on the last day of the tour when he wouldn't stop crying." Head leaning down to his neck, you howl with laughter before you straighten up and look at him.

"Why didn't you just call me?" You ask.

"Because I felt bad," Taehyung mumbles and you crinkle your nose at him. "And I had the help of trusty YouTube to help me— but when I paused to rewind, Taemin kind of... peed on me, the wall, everywhere."

And that's when you laugh again, reaching your hand to pat his cheek gently. "Bingo."

"I don't know how you did it," Taehyung exhales loudly. "Taking care of Taemin alone for three months?"

"I mean, I'm pretty amazing," you smile cheekily causing your husband to snort.

"No, you really are," he begins. "You have no idea how lucky I am to have a family with you."

His sweet words hit you and it makes you feel all mushy inside after your day of finishing your piece, and its evident when you start to gush, red tinting your cheeks as he smiles at your reaction. "I could say the same to you," you say before leaving a kiss on his lips, but before you began to part away, Taehyung's hand moves to your back to bring you closer to kiss him again. Molding your lips with his, you giggle in the kiss as he pokes your side teasingly. However, you immediately pull back and eye him questioningly.

"Did you clean the wall?"

Taehyung sighs again, head lying on your shoulder in defeat. "I was hoping we could just... paint over it or something."

Groaning, you bring your hands to your face. "So you just left the room to smell like piss?."

"It won't smell like piss anymore if we paint over it and use Febreze."

#taehyung fluff #taehyung ff #taehyung fanfic #taehyung scenarios #taehyung #bts v #bts scenarios #bts ff #bts #bts fanfiction #kwriterskollection #kkreationsnet #btswriters #thanks anon this was too cute #htcad

[mikmikisnotcrack]

BTS as your Overprotective Brother

Maknae Line || Hyung Line

Pairing: Brother! BTS

Warnings: None

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Park Jimin

"(y/n) where are you going?" Your brother, Jimin, asks as he watches you take a few mirror selfies of your outfit. You were going to go to the karaoke bar with your friends, so you wore a simple spaghetti strap black dress that reached mid thigh, a beige varsity jacket and knee high boots. "Karaoke bar" You say as you turned around to face Jimin. "Do I look tarted enough?" You ask, adjusting the hem of the skirt as Jimin eyed you down suspisciously. "And why must you dress so... tart? When you're just going to a karaoke bar with who?" He asks. "Ah, I'm going with Hye Jin, Ji Woon, Hyung Min and Seo Woo." You reply, looking at Jimin.

"Could you at least wear something, I don't know, more conservative? I know I told you you could wear anything you want and have no shame, but you're our baby sister and you're going with mostly males. Now, as a male, you never know who could hit on you" Jimin says as he enters the room and closes the door. "Oppa, relax. Those three guys are head over heels for this one girl, you don't need to worry too much. Besides, if they did touch me anywhere, I'd do what you say. Kick em where it hurts" You say, raising up your fists to immitate a fighting stance. Jimin smiled widely at your cuteness, but dripped it after a few seconds. You tilted your head in confusion, why did Jimin suddenly frown? "You're cute sis, but seriously, wear shorts" He says. "Wait what?! I thought you were fine with this!" You whine. "I never said that it was fine!" He countered, walking over to your closet to pull out a white sleeveless top that could be tied in front and cotton peach shorts that had a lace pattern. "Here you go"

"I refuse!"

"What?!"

"I dont wannaaaa"

"Park (y/n) I am not playing this game with you!" Jimin placed the shirt down on your bed and looked at you, holding the shorts in front of you "Seriously, this looks way better" He says. "No! I already did my makeup to match this one!" "Oh for crying out loud, (y/n) just change your lip tint to a lighter pink rather than purple!" He says. Jimin inwardly groans as he rolled his eyes in a exaggerated way. "Fine, if you don't want to wear it then..." You eyed Jimin nervously. He had this mischevous glint in his eyes, the kind he had when you two were gonna wrestle for the last bag of chips in the kitchen.

"Oh no, oh no no no no no, we are not starting this oppa! I just finished my hair and makeup!" You exclaim, trying to make an excuse for the two of you not to strangle each other. Didn't work, you ended up running around in your room, screams, pillows, plushies and what not were thrown in the room. "JUST LISTEN TO YOUR BROTHER YOU LITTLE SHIT"

"NO!!!"

Jimin tackled you to the ground (luckily you decided to wear cycling shorts underneath) and tried holding your wrists down so you could surrender and wear what he wanted to.

"THIS IS ASSAULT! HEELLLPPP!! OPPA'S TRYING TO KILL ME!!" You thrashed around, trying to get Jimin off of you, throwing some kicks and punches at him. You managed to get him off by yanking his hair, but as you were about to make your escape, he grabbed the back of your leg and dragged you back down to the floor.

"Hey Hyung, Maknae--" Your other older brother, Jihyun says, walking in on you and Jimin clawing at each other. He gave you two a judgemental look and proceeded to back out of the room "Y'know what, I'm not even- I'm not even gonna ask"

"ALRIGHT FINE I'LL WEAR YOUR DAMNED SHORTS!"

"SUCCESS!"

Kim Taehyung

"You're going on a what?!" Taehyung exclaims. He had gone out with Jeon Gyu this morning to buy some stuff in the morning market when he walked in on you about to leave the house. When he had asked you where you were going, you said you're going out on a date with one of your classmates.

"And what does dad think about this?" Taehyung says, placing the groceries down on the floor. He crossed his arms as he waited for your answer.

"Okay so, I may or may not have told him that it was a study date. But don't tell him." Taehyung looked at you giving you an intense stare as you looked at your phone. He was about to scold you for lying to your dad and not telling him as well, but you cut him off "Oh hey, Junwook is probably waiting for me. Talk to you later oppa!" And with that, you walked out of the house, dodging the bags in front of you in the process. While you were leaving the house, Jeon Gyu passed by you, but you had ignored his hello. He noticed how you were walking towards the direction of the cafe down the street. He shrugged, bringing in the bags inside the house where his older brother was staring intensely at a cabbage that he was putting away. "Uhh... Hey hyung, where was (y/n) going?" He asks, setting down the bags on the counter.

"She was going on a date" Taehyung replies. He placed his palms on the counter and sighed "Which direction did she go?" "She's probably going to that cafe down the road if its a date... Why?" Jeon Gyu asks as he started putting out the contents of the bag. "Wait here" Taehyung says, then proceeds to go upstairs, leaving Jeon Gyu in the kitchen incredibly confused.

Taehyung came back down in a beige trench coat, slacks, a beret and shades. "Here, wear this" He says, handing over a blue button down with white vertical stripes, black slacks and dress shoes to his brother. "Wait, why?" Jeon Gyu asks, looking at the clothes and shoes that were obviously too big for him.

"We're spying on that date" Taehyung says, lowering his shades to wink at Jeon Gyu "Um... Sure, but why do I need to wear something expensive?" He asks. Taehyung rolls his eyes and playfully slaps Jeon Gyu's shoulder "It's a disfuise. (y/n) knows that we wear comfort clothes when going out."

"Why do I have to partake in this?" Jeon Gyu asks "Because you're my little brother and (y/n)'s older brother. Now hurry and go change" Jeon Gyu rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom to change.

Which is how your two brothers ended up in the farthest corner of the cafe. It had a good view, your back was facing them so you wouldn't notice the two. Taehyung was calmly eating cheesecake while Jeon Gyu struggled to drink his coffee due to the face mask Taehyung made him wear. Taehyung said he could drink but make it 'discrete' and keep the mask on at all times. Taehyung watched this guy like a hawk. He watched every movement. From the way he tapped his feet on the ground, the pattern of his hands, and the way he stared at you. Taehyung glared daggers at the boy as he reached out to hold your hand. "Hey, (y/n) thanks for going on this date with me" The boy says, and you just smile at him, rubbing circles on the back of his hand "Don't mention it, Junwook." You reply. "Okay so... I've wanted to tell you this for a long time and--"

"AH CHOO"

Junwook sighed the moment he got cut off by an obnoxiously loud sneeze from someone in the cafe. You thought that sneeze sounded familiar, but decided to ignore it due to your crush sitting in front of you. "As I was saying. I've li--"

"AH CHOO!"

Junwook looked up very irritated at whoever kept sneezing. He glared at the man over your shoulder but soon paled the moment Taehyung lowered his glasses and stared back at him. "Hey Junwook, is there something wrong?" You asked, making him stare back at you. He smiled nervously as he looked back at Taehyung, who pressed his index finger up to his lips. "Uh- I... Um... Really like the waffles they have here!" He exclaims, letting go of your hand as he shoved a mouthful of the waffles. You looked at your date shocked, you did not expect that from him. You turned around and saw an empty seat at the corner of the cafe. You shrugged your shoulders and proceeded with your date, obviously disappointed that it was all just a friendly date.

Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jeon Gyu high fived as they went back home, their mission a success.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook swayed back and forth on his heels as he waited for his little sister to be dismissed from classes. He recently came home to visit his family, and the first thing his parents made him do was fetch you. He sighed, messaging Yugyeom about how long he's been waiting for you. He glanced up and noticed that the Highschool students were now dismissed, so he put his phone back in his pocket and waited until you spotted him.

He smiled the moment he saw you walking out of the school doors, waving a farewell to your friends. When you turned your head, you spotted an all too familiar face in the middle of the parking lot waving at you. "Oppa!" You exclaimed, running at your brother and giving him a hug. "Hey sis" he says, putting his arm over your neck to hold you in place as he placed his knuckle on your head "OW OW OW OW OW, SCREW OFF JUNGKOOK" He let go of you and watched you pull back, rubbing your head where he gave you a noogie. He looked at you with wide eyes, one hand was on his chest and one over his mouth. "Y-You didn't call me oppa!" He gasped, sounding offended.

"Oh hush, oppa. Don't think I don't see you running away from girls on those youtube videos" You say, punching him on the shoulder. He laughs as he slings his arm around your shoulder as you two walk to the exit. "So how're you holding up in Highschool?" He asks "Better than you ever will" You reply, smirking at him as he laughed nervosuly, remembering all those times he skipped and failed classes. "Aish this kid is a pain in the neck" He mutters, making you scoff. "I learnt from the best~"

As you were walking, you noticed that at the side of the parking lot gates where a group of boys were hanging around. You glanced at them, your grip around Jungkook tightening. "Hey sis, your grip's getting a little tight" He wheezes. You hated those guys. They always cat called you. You frowned as you saw one of the guys spot you. Jungkook looked down on you, concern grazing his features.

"Hey doll!"

"Hey gorgeous, you free tonight?!"

You sighed, choosing to ignore them. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at those guys who threw cat calls and wolf whispers directly at you. He sighed, heat creeping up to his ears as he felt his anger boiling up at every word they said. "Wait- Jungkook what are you doing?!" You whisper as he dragged you over to them, making them laugh and hoot in satisfaction that you were coming their way. Jungkook's grip on you tightened as he walked over to them. "(y/n), who are these boys over here?" He asks. "And what's in it to you buddy?" One of the guys ask, standing up as he placed his hands in his pocket. "Look here pal, I don't appreciate the crap you guys were shouting at my sister" Jungkook says sternly.

The guy scoffs, looking back at his crew with a smirk "What? Can't your sister take a compliment?" He says. Jungkook sighs "Well, a compliment are supposedly sincere words directed at a person. There is a big difference between that and cat calling. Cat calling consists of explicit words, while compliments are kind ones. If you were to compliment my sister, you should've went up to her and say 'hey you're really pretty today' instead of yelling 'hEY GORGEOUS!' And looking like a complete fool while doing it." Your eyes widened at Jungkook's words. Foe a guy that got an eight out of a hundred number test, this guy was spouting pretty smart words.

"Anyways, come here buddy" Jugkook says with a smile, releasing you from his grip and walked towards the guy, wrapping his arms around him. "This world is a pretry good one. But it's kinda getting ruined by pimples like you" Jungkook says, turning so he and the guy are facing his little crew. "You kids clearly never listened in class because you're sitting by the rusty gates, trying to look badass but really you are not" The boy scoffs, pushing away your brother. "Look here you shit, I'm--" Jungkook tutted and used a hand to grab the guy's uniform collar.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he stares into the boy's eyes "My sister is for the record, way out of your league, sorry to burst your non existent ego. But kindly find someone who's low enough to sleep with you and your micro dick, thank you" Jungkook pushed him, making him stumble back into his group "Now, stay away from my sister because I promise you, I'm just not in the mood to pick a fight with immature shitheads who think they're cool" Jungkook turned around, slung his arm back on you and proceeded to walk back home. "You know, you were a little hypocritical when it came to your speech" You say

"I SAVE YOUR ASS AND THIS IS WHAT YOU TELL ME?!"

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[taetaeby]

Unnoticed

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: classmate!AU, drabble, comedy and a bit of angst

Warnings: language

Word count: 2228

Rating: 13+

Description: The thing you never noticed goes by you again, that he has something for you.

A/N: let’s just say I wanted to write something with Hobi in it and this is the result of it; hope you enjoy :)

“What are the main three things you would bring with you on a deserted island?”

The question popped up out of nowhere while you were in Geography class learning about all of the islands existent on the planet of Earth and knowing your professor, that type of question was normal to come up as he tried to be “cool” or better to say, act like it. He was really trying hard but even that wasn’t enough to be listed as the “cool professors squad” which the only member Mr. Park was, from gym class.

“Think for a moment, what would be the coolest and funkiest thing to bring with you to the middle of nowhere?” The excitement was literally written all over his face while he enlarged his previously asked question.

Nobody was quiet in the mood for this, or even for the class itself, wishing nothing more than to be either at home in their beds and sleeping through the whole school time. So to say that the classroom was dead would be too less of a description that was actually accurate. No one wanted to even try and enlighten the professor with their thoughts regarding his asked question which ended up in him choosing his “victim”.

“What about you Daniel?” At the mention of his name, Daniel snapped his head from the desk awakening from his beauty sleep and just looking like his soul was sucked out of him. “What would you take?”

“What?” The only word Daniel was able to say was also the only word he should have avoided because he just confirmed the fact that he wasn’t paying attention to the class.

“Ehh…” At a loss for words at any type of contact with the rest of the class and seeing how Daniel didn’t know what was happening, Mr. Kim sighed loudly realizing that being a “cool” person to today's generation was harder than he thought. That also included not being the mean professor who would send his students to the principal office if they behaved, well, just like almost everyone in the class did.

As he scanned the room in hopes of finding at least one person who didn’t have their head flat down on the table, his eyes stopped on no other person than you.

“Y/N.”

Your head snapped in his direction as you heard your name coming tumbling from his lips. Of all classes that you had, why did you keep your head of the table and daydream just at his when you could’ve done anything else because he wasn’t able to punish his students in any way.

“How about you answer my question?” Hope was the only thing hearable in his voice, that much that you could literally hear him in your head how he begged you to answer something, anything at this point.

“S- sure.” But you weren’t ready to lie to the only person that still had hope in you intelligence even when all of the other professors thought that you were no good for their class. At least you were an ACE in gym class where you tried to impress Mr. Park all the time. He was the most charming man to you and that will never change as long as you know he is single and ready to mingle.

“Ehh… what was the question again?” At that, Mr. Kim couldn’t believe that even you didn’t pay attention to his cool class which was evident at another loud sigh he couldn’t how back. After seeing the disappointment on his face, something in you snapped making you somehow remember his question. “Oh, right. What would I bring on a deserted island? Hmm…”

As you thought about the question, Mr. Kim already seemed a lot happier that someone was thinking about him and didn’t let him down, and it just confirmed in his head that he was indeed “cool”. The opposite was more accurate, he was someone that tried very hard to be cool and end up just being a hand full but everyone let that slide and made him believe in what he wanted to believe.

“First of…” You thought about something to say, anything really. “I would take a professional chef with me so I wouldn’t starve.”

“Wait, why a chef? Wouldn’t an unlimited supply of food be better?” He curiously asked.

“I don’t think so. At some point, you would use up all the food and what then? Starve to death?” You obviously started to get heated when it came to food because that was the most favorite thing in the world so you could talk about it all the time. “If you bought a professional chef, he could make food even from sand because he is a professional. So you would never starve.”

He thought about your answer for a moment and he seemed to get your point. “Hm, okay. I’ll give you that one. After all, it sounds kind of logical and unique in some way too. What else?”

You were again caught up in your thoughts, pondering the other thing you would want to bring to a deserted island not noticing that another pair of eyes was laid on you. It was Hoseok, one of your classmates and a so-called bad boy of the school who also wasn’t paying attention to the lecture before you started talking. The moment he heard your voice, he immediately lifted his head from the sleeping position on his desk and Mr. Kim also noticed how another student started paying attention now.

“I think I would bring a pro-survival so that he could make me the best possible shelter that was possible to exist on an island.” You were a bit proud of your answer because you seriously thought of them as brilliant ones at the fact that you haven’t heard of such ones before.

“Oh, that’s a good one. Someone that can show you how to survive on your own really is a great idea to bring with you.” Mr. Kim highly agrees with you on that one, smiling as a result of satisfaction.

“And for the third thing… Hm, what would I need now? I already said the main things that would be needed.”

“I’m sure you can think of something.” Mr. Kim reassures you this time. He probably was expecting something big after those two good answers and you just had to come up with something even better now.

After pondering for a moment, you finally came up with something that would be suitable as a third solution. “I think I would bring-” As you were about to state your answer, you were cut off by a voice that came from the back making your head turn around in surprise.

“Jung Hoseok.” You seriously thought you were the only one paying some kind of attention to Mr. Kim’s class but as it was now known, you weren’t. The all so famous boy sitting at the far back chimed in, in completing your sentence.

“Great. Another student lifted up and decided to hang with us.” At the lameness of Mr. Kim’s selection of words, you cringed inside not paying him much attention as you saw who the voice that cut you off belonged to, and to your luck, it was none other than Jung Hoseok.

You sent him a death glare before speaking. “Obviously that is totally not true. Why would I even think about choosing you for this? Everyone knows you’re no good news anyway.”

Expecting him to backfire at you, all you got was a light chuckle that you never saw from him before. Silence filled the room, making it unbearable to stay quiet any longer wanting to sound as clear as possible, you continued.

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island!”

Before he was able to explain his kind of shocked expression, the school bell rang signaling that the class just had ended making everyone jump from their seats and get out of this hell.

You made your way to the bus stop because that your last class you had to attend for the day, wishing nothing more than to be home right now. What could be more comforting after a long school day than your bed that you craved so much?

Hoping to have at least some kind of peace while you waited for your bus, faith was not on your side and decided to gift you with none other person than the devil, as you like to call him, himself. Hoseok stopped right beside you what made you turn your head in the opposite direction trying to prevent any type of conversation as the minutes turned into hours.

“Hey!”

Out of curiosity, you turned your head in his direction being met with a bright smile on his face that made his cute dimples appear in all their glory. Cute??? Where did that come from? Of course, you didn’t mean cute. You meant that they were… interesting?

“Hey…” You couldn’t help yourself from answering him even though your head was telling you to just shut your mouth and ignore him, yet your heart was including you to continue. It was so confusing because you knew you hated him, but you also knew you had something soft for him. He wasn’t just anyone to you. Not the bad boy, neither the troublemaker, but also not a crush. At least that’s what you convinced yourself into believing, and it was simply a lie.

“Need a ride home?” He was still keeping his eyes glued on you as you tried to get this situation together. Now it came to your head, why was he at the bus stop when everyone knew he drove every day to school in his car? That literally made no sense whatsoever, and was he asking you if you needed a ride home? Wasn’t it obvious that you were at the bus stop because you needed a ride home? Apparently, it wasn’t to him.

“Waiting for the bus as you can see. I mean that’s why I’m at the bus stop… waiting for the bus to come. A typical day, you know.”

Was that or was that not just the lamest reply you could’ve come up with just now? Your stuttering and trying to be “cool” came just out as awkward words that were said just to be said. Internally, you wanted to slap yourself for such a lame answer to such a simple question. He asked you if you need a ride home, and you just gave him the best answer that you could’ve come up with. You could’ve just had said yes and that would be it but no, you wanted to be extra as hell and that was the result of it. Great job.

His reply to your great response was anything but not something you would have expected, at least not from him. “I could give you a ride.” For a couple of seconds, you just looked at him like a fish, not knowing what to say. “I mean if you want to. If not, I would recommend going by foot because the bus will be delayed for half an hour.”

“What? Really?” Great, now the bus won’t even come and you look just dumb right now.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Were you that desperate to get home as fast as possible, or did you just want to be near him, because you found yourself agreeing to his request which brought you to the passengers' seat of his car?

Soft music was playing in the background while he was driving you to your house even though, you didn’t quite know how he knew where you lived but you weren’t gonna question that in this moment. You took the situation as it came and all you could do now was to relax until you made it to your home.

After ten more minutes, he was pulling up in front of your house. The tension rose up as soon as the car came to a halt and it felt awkward because none of you said anything for some time.

“Why wouldn’t you choose me?”

Upon his voice being the only thing hearable in the car, you turned your head in his direction a bit confused at his question.

“What do you mean?”

“For the deserted island.”

Was this something that was on his mind since class? I mean, you did shut him down pretty badly but you didn’t think that that mind stick to him. After all, he was the well known Jung Hoseok who didn’t give a sh*t about what people thought of him. But something in you told you that he cared at least a little bit about what you thought of him.

“I-I don’t know.” Obviously, you lied. “I just thought that it would be better to choose something more… helpful…”

The hurt was visible on his face while he broke the contact between the both of you, now looking in front. “Well… I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island either.”

With that, you exited his car to which it zoomed off. You were confused at what that even meant. Why was he so angry at that? And why did he even care about what you thought of him in the first place?

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[buddiebeginz]

Finally caught up on Emmerdale so here’s some thoughts on the recent episodes (if anyone cares 😝).

---Rob & Nicola / Home Farm junk

I’m seriously not a fan of what they’re doing with Rob right now. Ryan in my opinion is one of the most talented actors on the show and Rob is one of the best characters. Rob was born on the show and has a long varied history with many avenues the show could take his character down so it really baffles me why it feels like we’re living 2017 all over again in some ways. Why of all the storylines they could give Rob they continue to keep him shackled to Home Farm scheming to get an old drunk man to sign over a business and swindle him out of money. I feel like I’m the one living a groundhog day version of Emmerdale instead of Rob.

I know Rob as a character can get into trouble and he likes making money so I’m not saying I want him to do some magical 180 and totally change who he is, in fact I enjoy it when he’s scheming and being a smug little bastard but I do think given all he’s been through in the past couple of years they could show some growth for him where Home Farm is concerned. Seeing him scheme with Nicola to get the business from a drunk Graham almost feels like nothing’s changed with Rob since last year and he has changed a lot. Why does he need to do that to make money? Wouldn’t it be more interesting to show Rob a character who has often schemed and smooth talked his way up the ladder to build his own business?

I also feel like the show thinks Graham and Kim are far more interesting than they are which is why they think this storyline holds water. I was interested when it seemed like we were going to get a Joe vs Rob/Robron storyline. But Graham’s character is so annoyingly boring right now all he does he mope around and drink and I’m sorry I’m never going to feel bad for him when he was planning on killing Joe himself. I also think even with all the history Kim Tate has the show has done a poor job of bringing her back. I know I didn’t watch the show when she was on before but I wasn’t impressed with her reemergence during SSW. Plus they made this whole big deal about her getting out jail and how she was coming back only for her to leave again and now she’s apparently coming back from jail again. It’s so messy. My point with all this is ED wants us to be excited at this show down between Rob and Nicola vs Kim and Graham that’s supposedly coming when she gets back but I’m just not. I feel like most of the stuff they’ve done with both Rob and Robron this year has been lackluster and if this is supposed to be Rob’s big story going into the new year it just leaves me feeling disappointed.

Oh yeah btw I really hated Nicola’s line of “He was going to ply you with that before having his way with you” in reference to Rob getting Graham drunk. I swear the show sometime just wants to make fun of what happened last year.  I just found is so offensive given what they allowed to happen with Rob and Rebecca and then that awful slap in the face storyline with Lawrence and Rob.

I feel like we haven’t gotten to see much of Priya working for Home Farm and now Nicola is going to be working up there so I’m hoping Priya will still get some focus. I’m still bummed we didn’t get to see her and Joe end up together so many interesting storylines wasted. -_-

---Robron

I’m really tired of every single time we see Robron their convos being about Seb and or babies. Hello Emmerdale writers they can talk about other things you know.

As much as I want Robron to have kids that are theirs together I continue to feel let down by this surrogacy storyline. I mean now it’s connected to this stupid Home Farm stuff. Like they can’t have kids unless Rob gets the money from Home Farm it just leaves it feeling so tainted for me. I mean Rob only came home and decided he wanted to have kids with Aaron around the same time he decided to plot all this stuff with Nicola so it’s like he only wants to go down the surrogacy route so he has a reason to get Aaron off his back about it all. I know that’s not the reason but the writing is sloppy and it makes Rob look like an ass as has most of this stuff like Rob not explaining why he didn’t want to have kids in the first place.

It just feels like Rob isn’t even really invested in this whole kids thing. Mainly because any of the times I’ve wished to see more about how Aaron and Rob have felt about it all like why they want to kids or why Rob didn’t want to it’s all been rushed and glossed over. I know a lot of people in fandom care about Robron storylines no matter what is going like if Emmerdale says Robron most people are like sign me up but I don’t operate that way. The show needs to put the effort in and show they care or else I’m not going to. For a while now it’s felt like they’re just phoning it in when it comes to Robron which makes me feel a lot less inclined to care about what’s going on with them. I love Robron and I always will I just don’t like how they show is writing for them at the moment.

I’m also so over Rob being blamed for everything that happened to the Whites, I mean now they have Aaron telling Rob it was his fault what happened to Chrissie and Lawrence. Everyone points out that if Rob hadn’t stolen Seb the accident wouldn’t have happened well in the first place Rebecca didn’t have a right to leave the country with Seb. Secondly I 100% believe that if Rob didn’t take Seb out of the car Lachlan would still have caused an accident or done something else and maybe Seb would also have died. His anger had nothing to do with Rob it was with Chrissie and what she did to his relationship to Belle at the time. The accident was NOT Rob’s fault and it’s bs that the show keeps blaming him for it. I swear the White’s never take the blame for anything even a deranged serial killer like Lachlan.

And there’s the other point that I will continue to talk about no matter how much fandom pretends like it’s not true. There is a difference in the way Robron are allowed to be a couple vs the straight couples. Rob and Aaron hardly ever kiss I mean they don’t even kiss when they’ve missed each other and come home from being away (like when Aaron came back last week) yet Pete and Rhona (and other couples) get scenes like this:

Fandom can continue to pretend that Robron are not being treated differently or be happy with just the bare minimum of physical affection they allot them but I won’t. Emmerdale gets a lot of millage out of just having lgbtq characters and couples on the show without thinking they need to put the effort into representing them as accurately as they do the straight couples. Robron deserve to have more than just the occasional bro hug, they deserve to have an actual sex life, and they deserve to have intimacy like a “normal” couple.

---Rhona/Pete/Dawn

Where do I even begin with this storyline. In the first place I don’t get why the show is bringing back Dawn she feels like such a pointless character one we’ve seen a million times on the show. Right off the bat she reminds me a lot of Nell from last year also an older version of Beth. If the show wanted a character like that it would have been a million times more interesting for them to bring back one of those characters than the nothing character that is Dawn.

Another issue I have with this storyline is it feels like Emmerdale is trying to show how it’s important to help those who are struggling. I even saw people on twitter talk about how they were grateful that Emmerdale is showing a storyline about a homeless person and people helping her. Here’s my problem with all of that though. In the first place Dawn isn’t just a homeless person in need of somewhere to live she’s a drug addict, who works as a prostitute, and has spent her time around violent criminals. She’s not just some random homeless woman in need of refugee helping her (to the extend Rhona is) could be dangerous.

Even knowing this woman broke into Ross’ house and even with Pete trying to tell Rhona what went on with Dawn, how in part because of her Pete got beat beat up Rhona still let this woman sleep in her house. A house where her mentally disabled son lives. I know Rhona has a history with drugs herself so I’m sure she sees a part of herself in Dawn but for her to put a woman she barely knows above the safety of her son and the respect and feelings of the man she’s living with is messed up.

Rhona doesn’t know Dawn at all and she kept acting like Pete was being an unreasonable douchebag. Even if Pete was overreacting (he wasn’t) she still could have asked him how he felt about her bringing Dawn there for the night considering Pete lives there (as far as I know). Also Pete has obviously had more to do with Dawn than Rhona so why did she care so little to hear what Pete had to say about her? Rhona even used Holly as a way to get Pete to cave and help her and btw I’m seriously sick of this show only bringing up Holly when it comes to drugs.

I just find this whole storyline ignorant especially with the things people are saying about it online. You can’t and shouldn’t just take any random homeless person off the street and bring them into your home no matter how much you want to help someone. There’s other things you can do that don’t put you and your family at risk and that’s exactly what Rhona was doing.

I also can’t believe Dawn gets to live rent free at Ross’ old place now. So I guess the message is just break into places whenever you want and someone might give you the whole house for nothing. I’m confused what Emmerdale uses to help them decide what characters stay and go. Instead of keeping one of their best newer characters like Gerry or even Misty who wasn’t that bad after a while we get Dawn another Nell knock off.

---Tracy/Rodney

I know Tracy and Rodney are working together now but I wish she would have called him out over deliberately screwing with her pizza order. I also think he’s going to continue to screw with her business because he’s jealous. As much as it’s nice to see Tracy involved in new stuff I still wish they would have let her explore her writing again. I mean even if the 50 Shades knock off book she put out wasn’t that great she could have done something else. It’s obvious she liked doing it.

I have this feeling that the show is going to put Brenda and Rodney (back?) together at some point. Could be wrong but just a feeling I had. Also think they might make Brenda sick again.

Brenda acts like she never does anything wrong. Like when she freaked out and kicked Daz out and then her saying she couldn’t trust Tracy anymore. Like hello Brenda you’re the same person who stole a woman’s credit card and ordered a bunch of stuff.

---Chas/Paddy

I’ve never been a fan of Chas and Paddy as a couple so I’ve just been waiting for Emmerdale to hurry up and move this storyline along. I don’t like how everyone feels like they have to tiptoe around Chas and Paddy not because of the Grace stuff but mostly because of their relationship. Like I know they’ve been through a lot but they’re also two grown adults who live and work around other adults they can’t just take their issues out on other people. It’s not okay for them to make everyone else feel uncomfortable or like they can’t even stand in the same room with them because they’re struggling.

I know Lydia’s heart was in the right place but she’s nosy af sometimes and the way she always butts into other peoples business drives me crazy.

I know Chas has gone through and is still going through a lot but I just don’t feel like she’s being fair to Paddy. Everyone grieves differently and just because he’s feeling numb doesn’t mean it’s wrong. I also think it’s unfair for her to lash out at him so much when she hasn’t even been willing to communicate with him how she’s really been feeling. I mean Paddy hasn’t done the best with communicating either but I think he would have tried to listen if Chas said she felt shut out. Paddy took the time to confide in her and tell her how he was really feeling after Grace’s death and she just threw that in his face acting like he didn’t care. If he truly felt nothing he wouldn’t be so shut down as he was he’s been suffering too and she’s just been too caught up in her own pain to notice.

I knew when Eric said that he and his first wife ended up hating each other that Chas was going to break up with Paddy and honestly I’m glad. The whole thing has been kind of torturous to watch. I mean the actors are doing a great job but I just want the storyline to move forward. I still wonder if when Mandy comes back Paddy will find out he has a kid and what that will do to him and Chas having any kind of relationship friendship or otherwise going forward.

---Frank/Megan/Etc

I really didn’t like how the show chose to talk about minimum wage work this week. Multiple times there were comments made about the factory work that Frank does and how it’s a nothing worthless kind of job. There have also been comments in the past to that effect as well. Frank said something about being stressed and Megan said “your work isn’t stressful” as if people who work menial labor jobs don’t get stressed.😒

Lord Leyla called herself Melania Trump. Do a lot of people in the UK actually like Trump or something? Please for the love of god no.

#rr* #negativity #rr112118 #rr112218 #rr112318

[krreader]

BTS reacting to accidentally insulting you during an argument.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: language genre: angst

a/n: I think it goes without saying that this is purely fictional and written for the sake of the request. I’m sure you’ve seen these disclaimers a shit ton of times and know the deal and you’re old enough to know that this is only fictional lol. so enjoy the angst, my darlings ♥

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kim seokjin

Usually you two always managed to talk about an issue, rather than scream into each others faces. But sometimes, when it got out of control, it REALLY got out of control and then you were both saying things that you didn't mean and would regret later. Sometimes it was you, other times it was Jin. And this time, it was unfortunately him.

“Funny how you're always saying I'm the childish one, yet I'm pretty sure I've never had a more immature girlfriend in my life.”

You bit down hard on your tongue, especially when he didn't regret his words right away and didn't apologize like he usually did.

“Well then.. Why don't you go back to them, if I'm too immature for you, Seokjin?”

You never used his full name, only when you were either furious or disappointed. And since you weren't screaming at him, he was assuming it was the latter. And disappointment was always worse than anger.

He let out a frustrated sigh as you walked past him and into your shared bedroom, brushing his hand over his face. He'd give it an hour or so, before he'd apologize, but for now, he had to calm down himself, so that he wouldn't say anything else he'd regret afterwards.

min yoongi

He hated it when you became too close with other men and always assumed the worst, even though he really had no reason to suspect anything other than friendship going on. You loved him and nobody but him. But he didn’t always want to see that.

“You know what? I'm actually not surprised anymore..”

You let out a sigh and raised your eyebrows, while looking at him pacing around in front of you, you sitting cross-legged on the bed for the past hour that you were having this conversation.

“Oh really? And why's that?”

“Because you really did start dressing like a slut. No wonder they all want to fuck you.”

“Hmm,” you got up from the bed, walking up so close to him, that your boobs were touching his chest, “Maybe I should let them, then. Maybe they'd appreciate me more than my own boyfriend does.”

And with that, you were out of the apartment. You obviously didn't go to the boys that the argument had been about, you just wanted to clap back. And it worked, when he called and texted you only five minutes later, telling you how sorry he was and begging you not to go to them.

jung hoseok

“Why can't you just talk to me?!” Hoseok often liked to put on a mask, but you had hoped he would be comfortable enough to let down his walls when he was with you. To reveal his true self. Most of the time he did, but then on the really bad days, he thought he should deal with his issues on his own. But he didn't have to. You were his girlfriend and you wanted to help him get through the hard days.. it wasn't something he had to do alone.

“Because you're the fucking issue, (Y/N)!”

“What?” your voice got a bit weaker, not because you were hurt – at least not yet – but because you were confused. What could you have done that would make him like this?

“You're stuck to me like a fucking bur, you're always around, even when I don't need you here! I just need space, for god's sake!” he realized he had been a bit too loud when he saw your expression and took a deep breath, before repeating it a bit gentler: “I just need space..”

If space is what he needed, you were giving it to him right there and then, because without another word, you turned around on your heel and walked out.

And it wasn't until a day later that he realized just how much he was already missing you and how bad he had fucked up. He didn't need space, he had just needed to let out his frustration.. and unfortunately, you had been the victim this time.

kim namjoon

He had been working all night on this new song that he was writing. Usually you left him be, not wanting to distract him or whatever. And maybe that's why he was so surprised when you suddenly showed up the next morning.

“What are you doing here?”

“You missed our date.”

“What date?”

“Exactly,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “Listen to me, Namjoon. I respect that you need to work a lot and that you don't have a lot of time for us, but you could at least cancel, instead of letting me wait in a restaurant full of people who judge me for two hours, because I've been stood up.”

“Well, at least one of us has to work, right my dear?”

Oh, wow. Low blow, especially because you left your job for HIM. So that the little amount of time he had, you could spend together.

Since he didn't even turn around to look at you when he insulted you, you walked over to his nightstand, grabbed the glass of water and poured it over him. He jumped up immediately, spitting out one curse word after the other.

“Fuck you, Namjoon,” you smiled sweetly at him, “Seriously. Fuck you.”

“(Y/N), wait..-” he began with a sigh when you walked out of the room, but stopped himself from following you right away. He wanted to be dry to apologize, because he obviously hadn't meant what he said. He was just so on edge with the approaching comeback.. he hadn't meant to let it out on you.

park jimin

He had been up all night, the fight from last night still ringing in his ears like a gunshot.

“You don't get my point, Jimin, I was..-”

“Have you always been this annoying?!”

For a second you were taken aback, blinking a couple of times before saying: “Excuse me?”

“None of my other friends have girlfriends like you, annoying them with the same stupid stuff every damn time they argument with each other.”

Last night, he hadn't felt the effects of his words, not even when you had left without another word. But then, when he went to bed and the other side of the it was cold and empty, he realized what a big fucking mistake he had made. Calling you annoying? Comparing you to his friends' girlfriends? Basically telling you that you were weird and these other girls were better?

At first he had just cried, because he thought he might have lost you, then, with red and swollen eyes, he tried calling you in the morning and when only your mailbox answered, he told you how sorry he was and that he didn't mean any of what he had said and that he hoped you could forgive him. 

It took you another week to finally reach out to him again. And without a doubt, it was one of the worst weeks of his life, because he had really thought you wouldn't come back to him anymore.

kim taehyung

Jealousy was everyone's worst enemy in a relationship. You trust your partner and deep down you know that if he really loves you, he'd never do anything to hurt you or break that trust that you’ve established.

But you couldn't help it that Taehyung was one of the most handsome men of South Korea, surrounded by pretty girls in the same industry as him who would die for a chance to be with him.

You couldn't help that, from time to time, that ugly green monster surfaced. Like it did tonight, when he came home from yet another award show that he had MC'd with another idol. And sure, you knew that most of it was show, but the looks he threw her.. god, it drove you absolutely mad.

“You know.. maybe you should just tell me if you don't want this relationship anymore,” you didn't mean it, of course you didn't. But you were jealous, angry and wanted him to confirm that he still loved you.

But see, the problem was that Taehyung and you have had this conversation so many times, that he finally snapped and instead of his usual 'You know I only love you', he said: “Maybe we should break up.. at least my new girlfriend wouldn't be up my ass every five minutes because I accidentally looked at another woman. Maybe the next one won't be as jealous as you are.”

The second the words were out in the open, he realized his mistake. Especially when he saw how your eyes were beginning to fill with tears with each passing second. He took a step towards you and wanted to touch you, but you immediately slapped his hand away.

“Don't you dare fucking touch me,” you sniffled and took a step back.

“I didn't mean it, love, you know I didn't..”

But the damage was already done. And it would take a lot of time and effort for Taehyung to repair it.

jeon jeongguk

He was usually not the type of guy to ever fight with you, simply because he didn't know how. He loved you too much to ever get into a super heated argument, but then again, it was bound to happen one day.

“I'm seriously not asking for a lot, Kookie, but why is it so hard for you to just act like your age for once? Why can't you just be serious, just for once?”

“Why can't you be more fun and not as boring as you are?” and the second he said it out loud, he froze and quickly shook his head after a moment, “No. No, wait, I didn't mean that..”

“I'm boring?” you repeated, “You think I'm boring?”

“No! I..-” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, beginning to become nervous, because he didn't know how to deal with this situation and especially not how to get out of it.

“If meeting my parents is so boring to you, then maybe you shouldn't.”

“(Y/N), please, I didn't..-”

But you were already walking out of his room.

Jeongguk, however, wouldn't let you leave without resolving the issue, so he immediately ran after you and tried to right things with you before it might be too late.

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