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rockstar-angel · 3 years

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ballroom blitz

summary: rose reagan, a freelance assassin for hire, is hired to assassinate a man by the name of re.my le.beau. though, what she gets instead may grow to be more important.

shipping: rosemary (rose x remy)

warnings: slight violence and very brief/simple descriptions of injuries, knife usage, brief alcohol descriptions, cursing

word count: 3.7k

a/n: this is the first part in a little miniseries of edited roleplays between me and @embers-comfort-corner !!! this series will show the major plot points in rosemary’s development :] hope y’all enjoy!!!

tags: @sealovinq @tuff-and-fluff @soulnottainted (if you wanna be added/removed lmk!)

Wine, fabric, perfume, people talking and laughing; lots of different stimuli hit the assassin’s ears and nose. Galas were not her preferred place of work, but she would do what she needed if it meant she got paid. She had been hired by an anonymous buyer to assassinate a man by the name of Re.my Le.beau. She had been told that he was a former member of the known Thieves Guild, and a mutant, his mutation allowing him to light things like dynamite. The assassin let out a quiet sigh through her nose. Perfect. Just grand. (/s)

She had been stationed at the bar for a while now without catching sight of her target, and she was getting anxious for action. Tapping her glass impatiently, she scanned the room once again, ears perked bolt upright on her head. She let out a sigh as she lifted her glass to her lips before her ear flicked. Immediately glancing up, she caught a quick glimpse of the man that fit the description, before he disappeared into the crowd of people. Finally. She thought to herself, setting her glass down at the bar and thanking the barista before following in pursuit of her target.

It didn’t take her long before she’d found the man again, though she had been made slightly more uncomfortable in the process of having to push through the crowds of people. She gave a quick tap to his shoulder, putting on a faux smile as he turned around.

“Bonjour, monsieur. Est-ce que parler-tu l’anglais?” She began politely.

[hello, sir. do you speak english?]

Remy wasn't planning on sticking around this place. Yeah, it was fancy, and he loved feeling fancy, but he knew he didn't belong here. He just dropped by to swipe some jewelry here and there, maybe make some bets with people that he knew wouldn't win. He was walking to the next group of targets when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to face whoever it was, steeling himself for the inevitable yells of outrage from some old white man he scammed.

Instead, he was pleasantly surprised by a mutant with black cat-like ears and majestic white wings. Her brown hair framed her face and her voice was calm and inviting, something Remy hadn't encountered without being attacked later.

He smiled pleasantly and spoke, still taking in the beautiful figure in front of him.

"Why yes I do, mon ange."

He bent slightly, pressing a light kiss to the top of her hand before standing upright once more, a smirk plastered on his face.

She was bound to have some loot from the looks of that dress.

"Tell me, what's a lovely creature like you doin' inna place like dis?"

He spoke, words soft as velvet.

“Oh, thank god.” She breathed, faking a relieved look. “S’been a night full of French, I’m almost scared I’ll forget how to speak English.” She said with a calm smile.

“Rose. You are?” She introduced herself, discreetly looking the man over for any weapons. Nothing obvious, but the trenchcoat was suspicious.

"I've been there, half the time I mix up the words in both languages."

Remy said with a laugh.

“Name’s Gambit. Pleasure to meet ya, Rose.”

He said, putting extra emphasis on her name. She sure was pretty, but he knew better than to make any moves. For his sake, and hers.

"Can I offer you a drink?"

“Pleasure’s mine, chère.” Rose responded, closing her eyes briefly. When Gambit made the offer to buy her a drink, she gave a quick swat of her hand. “Only if you’ll allow me to buy you one in return.” She said, her expression unchanging. She had experience with poison and poisoned drinks; she wasn’t going to let her guard down that easily.

Remy laughed lightly and nodded, lightly grabbing Rose's hand and leading her through the crowd to the bar area. He sat down and ordered two glasses of something fruity and alcoholic, along with a water for her in case she wasn't in a drinking mood.

"So, ya never answered my question. What's a pretty thing like you doin’ in some old white guy party like dis?"

He said, voice low so the people around him wouldn't hear. His eyes had a playful gleam to them and his smile never ceased.

“People watching.” Rose sighed, giving another swat of her hand, her grin widening a bit as she played back the phrase ‘old white guy party’ in her mind. “Catfishing is a little hobby of mine.” She said, her tone joking but twinged with mischief. “Lure some guy into thinking I’m such a petite mignonne, then destroy him at darts or slapjack.” She continued, emphasizing her words by twining her fingers together and holding them under her chin, then leaning back a bit and setting her elbow on the bar. “Et tu?”

"Ooh, decieving looks typa' gal ey? I, myself, am a dealer of sorts. I deal de cards and make deals. I deal with troublemakers too. But I ain't someone you wanna stick with."

He said with a look that had an expression you couldn't quite place. He took a sip of his drink as soon as it came around, not letting Rose touch it, and keeping his hands visible. He had no intentions of poisoning anyone or being poisoned. He leaned his back against the table, looking out on the sea of people. It was almost sickening. Everyone so close together. He could never imagine being comfortable with that amount of physical touch, except possibly when fighting. He sighed and took another swig of his drink.

“Aw, c’mon.” Rose teased, giving Gambit a quick nudge before reaching for the glass of water. “The charismatic type, eh?” She said, raising an eyebrow as she took a sip. “Say, like Robin Hood? Eat the rich, empower the poor?” She said lightheartedly, setting down her glass and running her pinky finger around the rim of the glass.

"Somethin' like that."

He said with a small smile.

"Wh'bout you? Whaddyou do for work?"

He asked slyly, always keeping an eye on her hands in case she would reach for a concealed weapon.

He's learned not to trust anyone, something that would take a million years of therapy to undo. It wasn't his problem though, it kept him alive all these years.

“I work with animals! I bounce around from place to place, but mainly I deal with scaled buddies and cats.” She responded with a flick of her ear, scrunching her nose. She glanced back at him with a smile. “You seem like a cat person yourself.” She said, raising a shoulder and biting her lip jokingly. “No constant, though. You feed strays?” She asked, taking another sip from the glass of water. “Might as well just adopt if you’re going to play with strays.”

"Well, many people call me a snake, so maybe you'll get a kick outta me."

He said in a playful tone, scarlet eyes gleaming in the light.

"Your senses are good, yeah dere’s a lotta strays around. Dey don't feel like bein’ adopted though. Kinda like me. Driftin' from place to place, doin’ what dey please, now that's the life."

He said, sipping down the last of his drink and setting his glass down on the table behind him.

Rose nodded, lifting her glass briefly. “I’ll drink to that.” She said with a grin. “A snake, eh? Snakes are neat.” Rose said, setting her glass down, then setting her elbow on the bar, then her cheek on her fist. “I had a client once who called me in scared tears tellin’ me that there was a huge snake in her house stealing food from her pantry.” She said as she traced shapes on the surface of the bar with her free hand, glancing up at Gambit as she continued.

“I go to check it out, and I find a family of li’l garden snakes.” She shifted to use her fingers to measure about how long she recalled the snakes being. “Mama snake was no longer than that. After I got them situated elsewhere, outside the woman’s house of course, I looked at her and I said “ma’am, the few bits of food that those little snakes stole kept them alive,” and you wanna know what she said to me?” Rose paused, leaning back a bit and crossing her hands over her lap before continuing.

“She said “oh they shouldn’t have been here in the first place! My grandson died to a snake bite, I don’t want anything to do with them!”” Rose grumbled, imitating the woman’s voice, but in a more boomer-teasing way before she lifted her hands to the sides of her head innocently, making a confused face. “Turns out her grandson died of a rattlesnake bite. And y’know something else? She only paid me half of what I was supposed to get.” She sighed, putting a hand to her forehead as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“People are so stupid. They see one bad thing involving a certain group happen, then suddenly they have zero empathy for said group.” She sighed, once again tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. “I’ll bet she was a cishet neurotypical human, too.” She added jokingly, in reference to the client she had just spoken about.

"You're a genuine hero, ain't'cha?"

He said, studying her with his eyes once again.

"People are stupid, I say who needs 'em! We're all better on our own!"

He said with a dry laugh. It sounded better in his head, when the words left his mouth they just sounded sad.

His expression didn't change though, hopefully Rose didn't notice the change in tone.

"People need'ta mind their business. Always askin' if he's this n she's that, how 'bout ya worry 'bout yerself! Didn't ya mama never teach ya manners?"

He said in direction of said people, shaking his head and laughing slightly.

He motioned for another drink and when he got it he turned to Rose.

"Say, all these folks got me feelin' claustrophobic, whaddya say we head out to the balcony over dere and have ourselves a more private chat. Less cishet neurotypical humans around."

He said with a gleam in his eye that you couldn't quite place.

Rose put a hand over her chest, letting out a sigh. “Please, I’d like that. S’getting hard to breathe in here.” She joked as she stood up, sliding a euro over the bar to the barista, quietly thanking her in French. She twined her gloved fingers together behind her back as she slowly started off towards the balcony.

Remy followed after her, watching her tail flick back and forth as she pushed through the crowd. She really was pretty from every angle, but he couldn't bother with stuff like that. Chances are she'd kill him as soon as they were alone together.

When they made it to the balcony, he took a swig of his drink, leaning against the railing and looking at the night sky, the stars reflective on his dark eyes.

"Didja know people can buy stars?"

He asked playfully.

"I think it's bullshit. Ya can't even go there, so how can you say you claim it? The stars belong to no one."

He said, taking another drink. He wasn't usually one to get all metaphorical but it felt right to say. A gut feeling.

Rose crossed her arms over the balcony, allowing her wings to stretch out a bit as she looked up at the sky. “Exactly. Technically we shouldn’t even call the earth ‘ours’, but when is anyone ever satisfied?” She sighed, pursing her lips. “Almost makes me wanna just, stop space exploration from happening.” She said with a small, sad smile. “Once NASA finds out about the existence of other life forms, they’re still gonna try to dominate over them regardless.” She continued, her tone becoming more sharp before she quickly changed the subject.

“You like astrology?”

"People are cruel."

He said, expression hardening in thought. He quickly shook himself from it and looked to her, grin back in place.

"It's interestin', although I never found myself gettin' into it. I'unno my sign but I can judge you based off yours."

He offered with a small chuckle. He drank the last of his drink and sighed. This was the first breather he had in a while. Shame he knew that it was gonna be spoiled eventually.

“Hmm...” Rose hummed, turning to look at Gambit and putting a finger to her chin. “You give me Sagittarius vibes, I’m not gonna lie.” She said, smiling before turning back to look at the sky. “I’m a Virgo. Do with that what you will, I’ve heard all of the stereotypes.” She sighed, shaking her head but still smiling slightly.

"A Virgo, ey? Well alright then, anxious-procrastinator-who-is-dreading-their-work-but-doesn't-wanna-start-it. In truth, I dunno much ‘bout the signs, just random things here ‘n dere that seem to change every second. Yer loyal though, and very caring. I can tell that much."

He said with a wink. His face flushed a little after. Why'd he do that. The alcohol had probably started getting to him by now.

Rose gasped dramatically, turning to look at Gambit again, her open mouth twitching into a smile. “Are you sure you’re not an astrologist? You just hit the nail on the head.” She said, stifling a laugh as she flicked his shoulder. “I’unno about loyal and caring though, but I’m doing my best.” She said a bit quieter, looking down and tucking a clump of her hair behind her ear.

"Ha! I wish! I'm sure you're great, and bein’ loyal to yourself is still loyal."

He said staring at the sky idley, glancing to her out of the corner of his eye.

That made Rose freeze up. She stared at Gambit with wide eyes for a few moments before glancing away bashfully. That almost made her feel bad for what she had to do. “Je doute que...” She mumbled, her voice just barely over a whisper.

[i doubt that…]

Gathering her strength—and mentally reminding herself of things to be angry about so she could use it against him—she took a breath and loosened her posture. “Apologies, monsieur Gambit, but I’m going to have to see you out.” She said, her voice wobbling the slightest bit before she dove at Gambit, tackling him over the side of the balcony; she hoped he didn’t notice her opening her wings to slightly lighten the impact when they hit the ground.

"Hmm—?"

Remy turned to look at Rose before suddenly being tackled off the balcony.

Her claws dug into his throat and her expression was suddenly seething with hatred. He braced for impact and cried in pain when they landed. He knew it was coming, luckily he kept his glass in hand.

He charged it with kinetic energy and smashed it against her head, causing her to let go. It shattered on impact, leaving lots of explosive little glass shards everywhere. He scrambled out from under her as they blew up.

"Sorry! You did it first!"

He called back before ducking behind a potted plant like an idiot.

Rose shrieked when Gambit smashed the glass over her head, causing her to stumble back a few steps before she shook the fuzziness from her head, manifesting and drawing her bow. “You don’t have much of a choice when you’re an assassin.” She retorted, her tone sharp as she released the drawstring, the arrow shattering the pot. She manifested two more arrows, docking them as she flew into the air, quickly firing them in the two directions Gambit could try to move.

"Wh- ah, shit-"

He stuttered before jumping up above the arrows so they collided with one another.

"Who’s after my ass dis time? Magneto? Mystique? If it’s Creed though, tell ‘im he’s a pussy for not killin’ me himself!"

He shouted as he dodged and drew his deck, lighting them with bright pink plasma. He then flung them at Rose, careful not to aim for anything vital. Something about her made him want to get to know her more. He couldn't place it, but he tried to block it out of his mind so he would at least survive their encounter.

Rose folded her wings upon seeing Gambit’s counterattack, dropping back down to the ground. “I can’t tell you that.” She said, her voice eerily calm as she stood up again and drew back a different type of arrow. This time she aimed at the wall next to where Gambit was standing, the arrow splitting open into multiple smaller arrows on impact. As the smaller arrows bounced off of the walls, Rose flew back into the air.

Remy muttered cusswords under his breath and drew his baton. He spun erratically to deflect the arrows away from him, failing a few times but not being hit in any place compromising, just a few scratches here and there. When the arrows had all fallen to the floor and disappeared, he flung a handful of cards in Rose’s general direction, ducking down and covering his head. The nice thing about explosives is you don’t have to have perfect aim.

Rose growled a few curses of her own, doing her best to evade the charged cards, except for one. It made contact with her right wing, the assassin letting out a shriek in pain as she spiraled to the ground, somewhat catching herself but still making a rough landing. She tried raising her wing, immediately stopping and folding it against her back when it sent a pang of pain down her spine. Whipping back to face Gambit, her sharp gaze glistened in the moonlight, her expression upset but not quite readable. “I’ll be honest with you, asshole, I was starting to like you.” She hissed, docking three arrows this time; she was sure her opponent wouldn’t believe her, seeing as how he apparently hadn’t trusted her from the start. That’s what she hoped, at least.

“You should put some ice on that.”

He said with genuine concern, dodging the arrows again. He ran around a bit, throwing cards around him randomly to distract from where he was going to move next before landing on her bow, pressing it to the ground before she could shoot him. He kneeled down to face her.

"Sorry mon ange, yer grounded." He said with an almost sad smile. "And if we're bein' honest, I enjoyed myself too."

Rose scowled at him, taking her hands off of her bow so Gambit fell downwards slightly. Before he had a chance to do anything else, she lifted and swung her leg at his head, throwing him into the wall. She then lifted her dress up slightly, revealing a hidden knife holster. She grabbed it and twirled it between her fingers so it was facing Gambit as she held it to his throat, her breathing starting to become labored.

“What was that about ‘being loyal’?” She sneered sharply, but something else was hidden behind her slitted eyes.

Remy stopped in place, arms raised to show he wasn't gonna try anything. In his head he was trying to think of a plan, leading to a heavy silence between the two. They both breathed heavily, watching each other for a second before he spoke again.

"Uh, d’you gamble?" He asked with a nervous and playful smile.

The question took her by surprise. “...what?” Her stance faltered for a split second before she resumed holding the blade to his throat. “No. What are you trying to do?” She growled, her gaze darting from his hands to his face distrustfully.

"I'd just like to make a bet is all! Don't even gotta bet for money!" He said with a playful look despite being held at blade-point. "I bet that we're gonna meet again sometime." He offered with a grin, knowing she had every intention to kill him.

“What, in hell? That’s cute.” Rose scowled, holding the blade closer to his throat but not pressing hard enough to draw blood. Yet. “The only reason you’re still alive is because I find you mildly amusing.” She hissed, her gaze now locked with his.

"Oh c'mon, you love me." He said jokingly with a wink for emphasis, before suddenly grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her back, covering her working wing so she couldn't move.

"Stay still for me, would'ja?" He grabbed a card with his free hand and set it on her back, grabbing a pen and scribbling something on it. Once he finished, he put away the pen and took the dagger from her hand, leaning on her back a bit longer.

"Y'know, I think this is de most fun I've had in a while."

All Rose could do was widen her eyes as her opponent maneuvered her into a position where she couldn’t think of anything to do. Fuck, how did this happen. “What the fuck are you doing?” She demanded, squirming and jerking her arms and upper body, trying to throw Gambit off. She sighed, puffing a few strands of hair out of her face as she did so. “What makes you think I’ll believe that? I’m not inclined to believe anything that you’ve said to me in the past hour.” She grumbled, hoping to distract him.

"Well, you probably won't. I can't change ya." He admitted with a shrug. He used his power on the blade and tossed it at a wall behind him. Once it exploded he let the card he had written on flutter down onto the ground in front of her face.

"Keep in touch, mon ange."

He released her and ran off into the smoke, making sure he wasn't being followed. Once he got away, he sighed wistfully. He kinda wished he got her number but all he could do was hope she'd call.

Growling defensively and whipping around as soon as she could move her arms again, all Rose saw was the card on the ground. She glanced about her surroundings, snarling when she realized that her target had gotten away. This was the first time she had failed. As her gaze dropped to the ground, she remembered the card. She bent to pick it up, flipping it over, her face heating up upon reading what Gambit had written. Fucking hell. What had she gotten herself into.

#art.exe #self ship #self ship community #self shipping #self ship writing #[ r.selfship — rosemary ]

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flora-jimin · 4 years

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Those Long Nights (1/2)

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Relationship: Hoseok x OFC, Endgame Min Yoonji x Hoseok

WC:2.7k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut (in ch 2)

Tags: College Au, Fem!Yoongi, Breakups, Pining

TW: Breakups, Relationship Anxieties

A/N: Lordy it’s been forever since I posted a BTS work. I probably got quietly booted from my nets pls lmk if I did I’m sorry yeet but I’m back this one one has been sitting in the drafts forver, so I hope you all enjoy the first chapter.

Chapter 2

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“One, two, three-”

“Oh, sorry, sorry I went the wrong way. Can we start from the top again?”

A sigh.

“Yeah. One more time from the beginning, Hobi. One, two, three four, step, turn, st-” There was a series of noises, and the other members of the BTS dance squad looked up, cringing as Yoonji and Hoseok nearly fell over one another. The short woman paused, taking a long, collecting breath so she wouldn’t flip her lid before she looked up at Hoseok, cat-like eyes narrowed.

“Jung Hoseok.” Her jaw ticked in annoyance as she locked him down with her gaze, crossing her hands over her chest as he shrunk back, eyes fixed at his feet.

“I-I’m sorry, guys, I guess I’m not feeling too hot today.” He admitted, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at his phone after taking a long swig of water from his bottle, his lips pulling into a tight line before a frustrated sigh left his lips.

“I think I’m gonna head home. I’m sorry for fucking up the Run, I’ll try not to be so distracted next time. Don’t worry, I should have something for BTS at the next Run, alright? I’ll be leaving first.” He apologized, bowing low to his best friends as he ducked out of the room before any of them could stop him.

BTS, or Beyond the Scene, was the top dance crew at the Bighit School of the Performing Arts.

The six-man, one-woman group had near-perfect synergy with one another, playing off of each other's strengths and specialties to put on breathtaking performances. They often held “Run” practices, where Hoseok-the primary brain behind their choreography-would try and make up bits and pieces with Yoonji-who also came up with a lot of the concepts behind their routines- often producing music for the seven to dance to.

Until recently, everything had always gone smoothly at BTS Runs, but lately, Hoseok had been getting distracted and it was beginning to show with his lack of focus during his dancing.

Yoonji crossed her arms, shaking her head as she watched Hoseok’s brunette head disappear down the crowded halls.

“So...My money’s on the girlfriend.” Jin was the first to speak after a minute or two of awkward silence, stretching his arms over his head. Namjoon frowned, elbowing him in the side lightly.

He arched a brow.

“What? You know I’m right.” He huffed as Jimin hummed in agreement from his spot on the floor, his head resting in Jungkook’s lap as the two Busan boys rested nearby. Taehyung, who was lying sprawled out on the floor like a starfish, lifted his head, lightly wiggling the tips of his feet.

“I thought he really liked her? What was her name again?” He inquired.

“Kim Yoon Seo.” Yoonji answered, stepping over his legs as she moved to her duffle bag, grabbing a sports drink to quench her thirst. There was a mumble amongst the boys, as the name did ring a bell.

Kim Yoon Seo was one of their underclassmen, being in the same year as Taehyung and Jungkook. Her and Hoseok had started dating a few months ago-munch to Yoonji’s displeasure, though she would never admit it to anyone-and the two had been close ever since.

Or, that’s what it looked like at first.

“So...who’s gonna be the one to actually drag him by the heart-shaped ear and make him spill the beans? We can’t keep letting him pretend he’s okay when we all know he’s not.” Jungkook sighed, his fingers idly running through Jimin’s bubblegum pink hair.

There was a silence that stretched in the room, the only sound really being the crinkle of Yoonji’s drink bottle as she finished downing it, wiping her lips. She noticed the silence and looked over her shoulder, finding five pairs of eyes locked on her form.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why do I have to be the one? You all know I’m not exactly good with my words and this is clearly a sensitive matter.” She put a hand on her hip, pointing at Namjoon.

“You’re the leader, Joon. Why can’t you do it?” She huffed. Namjoon scratched his head.

“Well, you guys technically nominated me as the leader because Jin and Hobi hyung didn’t want all of the “not fun” responsibilities and you didn’t want to be the one that had to, and I quote: “Keep you group of idiots in line 24/7”. Besides, you live right next to him. You two even come to school together.”

Yoonji clicked her tongue in annoyance before she sighed and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll do my best, but I won’t promise you anything.” She picked her duffle bag up and the boys all got on their feet as well. Jin clapped her on the shoulder, smiling wide at her as they filed out of the room.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Yoon. You may not be the gentlest person with your words, but you still go above and beyond to help and that’s what counts. We don’t call you ‘Suga’ for nothing.” He beamed.

“You call me Suga because I told you to.” She reminded him, arching a brow. Jin tipped his head back, laughing joyously as he walked out of the room.

“Details, details.”

-Later-

Yoonji smiled as she dropped her duffle bag to the floor once she closed the door to her apartment, listening to the sound of claws on tile as her dog Min Holly came scurrying across the apartment to happily yip and bark at her feet.

She toed her shoes off, striding into her home, turning on lights as she went, all while Holly followed close behind, making a point to nudge her calves with every other step.

“I don’t know whether you’re happy to see me because you love me or because I give you food.” The Daegu dancer quipped, a small, knowing smirk coming to her face when Holly’s ears went up at the word ‘food’. She made her way to the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to pull out a little cookie-shaped plastic container. Holly yipped, bouncing up and down as he watched his owner like a hawk.

He sat, he jumped, he walked in a circle, all to get Yoonji to move faster.

Yoonji knelt down, shaking the cookie-shaped container.

“Well, Holly-ya? Do you want Shooky to give you dinner?” She cooed, shaking ‘Shooky’ around so Holly knew there was food inside. He sat down obediently, pawing at Shooky’s head before letting out a small bark before waiting.

Satisfied, Yoonji screwed off the cap, pouring some food into Holly’s bowl before putting Shooky back into the cabinet, leaving her beloved dog to eat in peace.

She sat down heavily on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, chewing on her thumbnail as she tried to think of how to approach Hobi. It was never a problem before with her bringing up concerns to him, as all of BTS were very close friends. They all cared deeply for each other.

In Yoonji’s case, she cared a bit too deeply for Hoseok.

She wasn’t sure when exactly she started seeing one of her best friends as more than that, but it was the very reason she couldn’t bring herself to stop Hoseok from dating Yoon Seo when he came to their group one practice, ecstatic because the girl confessed to him one spring day. Yoonji had bit back a protest with a fake smile, ignoring the concerned looks from the other BTS dancers.

Apparently the other five had caught onto her growing feelings for their lead dancer before she even realized them.

Her train of thought was cut off by Holly bounding into the living room, barking excitedly before looking at the door that led to the balcony. She stood, her socks sinking into the plush carpet under her feet as she made her way to the door, sliding it open to stick her head outside.

She could hear the sound of sniffling and shaky breathing and her heart dropped, stepping fully into the night, looking to the left.

Sure enough, Hoseok’s curled up form was on the balcony right beside hers as he tried to keep the sound of his weak sobs to a minimum. Yoonji closed the door to her balcony, taking a couple of long strides to lean on the edge of her balcony.

“Hobi…?”

He startled, jolting and nearly throwing his phone across his own balcony. Hoseok looked up, wiping his eyes furiously to try to fruitlessly cover up the fact that he was crying.

“Aigoo! Yoongs I told you about sneaking up on me!” He scolded her half-heartedly, putting a hand over his heart. She frowned, studying his face quietly.

His nose and cheeks were cherry red and his eyes were puffy. The way he held his phone was a near white-knuckled grip and refused to meet her gaze broke her heart.

“Hobi, we need to talk.”

“I’m fine, Noona, it’s nothing-”

“Hoseok. You’re messing up more than normal during our Runs, you won’t eat with us after practice, and now you’re crying on your balcony at 9 at night. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me you’re fine.” She scolded him fiercely, her eyes narrowing in such a way that made a shiver run down Hoseok’s spine. He looked down like a child that had gotten in trouble, idly rubbing his thumbs over the screen of his phone. Yoonji knew he was trying to find the words, so she waited, watching him like a hawk.

“Can...Can I come over and sit down to talk?”

Yoonji closed her eyes and exhaled for a moment before she nodded, pushing herself off of the railing.

“I’ll put some tea on and order some takeout.” was all she said before she left him be, walking back into her home. After she slid the glass door to the balcony closed, she leaned on it, running a hand down her face. She had no idea what was going on, but if Yoon Seo had done something to hurt Hoseok-

Yoonji let out a frustrated sigh, going back into the kitchen to put a pot of water to boil as she dialed a nearby restaurant to order chicken and lamb skewers. She moved to her cabinet, taking out two mugs from the colorful set she owned.

There was one for every member of BTS and an extra for Namjoon’s twin sister, Kim Amy. The young girl had the set made for the group as a present when they started their group and Yoonji had decided to hold onto it since she cooked a lot of meals for the boys when they decided to celebrate at home.

Yoonji had been so fond of her character ‘Shooky’, that she had some other dishes custom made with his smiling mischievous face on it. She grabbed her mug and the purple and blue horse one beside it. That one was Mang, Hoseok’s character.

She set the mugs down beside each other, settling a raspberry tea bag in each one. Her front door opened from somewhere behind her and she didn’t bat a lash. Hoseok had the key to her apartment and vice versa.

“Hey, Holly. You look so cute today, as always.” Hobi cooed, scratching the poodle behind the ears before he moved to sit at the dining room table.

“I’m here, Noona.”

Yoonji took a collecting breath, putting his mug in front of him before she set hers down on the other side of the table, sitting so she could look him in the eyes. He bowed slightly to thank her, moving his nervous hands to wrap around the mug, leaving his phone face down.

Yoonji studied him for a moment.

Hoseok often had trouble sitting still, but when he was upset, he always needed his hands to be busy or he’d breakdown. She let him fidget with the mug for a minute or so before she spoke.

“Okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Its….i-its Yoon Seo.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. Yoonji bit back the sly ‘no shit’ that was on the edge of her tongue, instead choosing to nod once to let him know she was listening and waiting for him to continue.

“Lately, she’s been pulling away from me. Spending less time with me, giving me less...attention…” He trailed off, and Yoonji could swear she watched him deflate as he muttered the last word.

“Aish, this is foolish. I sound like a loser-”

“Hoseok, if it’s bothering you, it’s not foolish to me. Tell me everything.” She pressed, reaching over to gently pat the top of his hands. He let out a shaky sigh, biting his lip.

“She doesn’t seem to want to do anything together anymore. I know she’s busy practicing and honestly so are we, so shouldn’t that make our free time more precious? She’ll go for hours ignoring me, but talk in the group chat with the other dancers. I just wish she would talk to me, y’know? If she needs space, I’ll give it to her. If she wants to spend extra time with her friends and family, obviously she has every right to but I...I don’t like being kept in the dark like this. Even when she does talk to me, she’s distracted or she seems annoyed with me even being there and I don’t know what to do.” Yoonji felt her lips part in a frown as tears welled up in Hoseok’s eyes.

“I feel like such a loser for being so sensitive. I probably sound like some attention hogging weirdo, don’t I?” He huffed out a humorless laugh, running his hand through his hair, pulling at the brunette locks. Yoonji stood and swatted his arm lightly to make him let go, frowning down at his sitting form.

“Hoseok, you’re her boyfriend. You have every right to want her to give you some more attention. If she’s making you feel like you’re a bother on her for wanting that much, she’s doing something wrong. Have you told her about how you feel?” She inquired, rubbing his shoulders for a moment before she went to take the boiling water off the stove. Hoseok sighed.

“I did. She said she didn’t know what I was talking about and that nothing had changed so I kind of...closed up after that. I started worrying about whether or not it really was my fault. Now I just...I don’t know. I feel like I’m going crazy.” The dancer admitted as Yoonji poured the water into both his and her mugs. Hoseok watched the magenta color bleed out off the tea bag, smiling as the raspberry scent wafted up into his nose.

Yoonji excused herself long enough to grab their takeout once the doorbell rang, hastily shoving a few large bills at the deliveryman and insisting that he keep the change so she could return to Hoseok.

Once the plates were served and the tea was diffused, the conversation died, with Hoseok momentarily forgetting his troubles as he ate happily. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, smiling slightly when she saw him relax for the first time since she found him on the balcony.

-Later-

“If you want me to talk to her, I will.” Yoonji’s quiet offer was almost too quiet for Hoseok to hear as the duo washed out their plates and mugs. His hands froze in the soapy water, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“R-Really? You’ll talk to Yoon Seo for me?” He perked, smiling so wide she could see one of his little dimples. Her heart stuttered and she looked away, drying her hands off with some paper towels.

It made her heart sink into her shoes at the hopeful look in his eyes, but she nodded, regardless.

The happiness and wellbeing of your best friend comes before your pining, Min Yoonji. Remember that.

She smiled despite the pang of hurt in her heart and put a damp hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll do it, no problem.”

Hoseok grinned wildly and pulled her into a hug, drawing a small, startled gasp from her as he spun her lightly.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much, noona!” He beamed. Yoonji bit her lip and pet his head lightly, standing on her tiptoes to fully reciprocate the hug.

“Yeah...I love you too, Hobi.”

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