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muniimyg · 2 years

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22 | in-between 🖊

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Taehyung knows it's cliché, but you’re the type to enjoy shit like this.

Regardless of your relationship with him being casual and a joke to all true romantics, ironically enough, you were one. No matter how many times he has tried to ignore the way your eyes linger at the flower carts you two pass by or the way you would catch looks between lovers and envy them—deep down, Taehyung has always known you to be a romantic.

It didn’t bother him that much since he never felt compelled to do much for you. But lately, it’s all he wants and finds himself doing.

Maybe it was in the way you spoke so gently and picked your words so carefully. Maybe it was in the way you made others feel around you. So charming and witty—it makes everything all the more difficult to be apart from you.

Or maybe it was in the way you kiss. Oh, how he’d love to find out.

A kiss.

Something so significant in so many fairytales. Holding the power to break spells and grant happily ever after's—maybe a kiss is what you two needed. It’s definitely what you two want, so why was everything leading up to this promising moment so complicated?

Maybe it’s because, sometimes, it is unbelievably difficult to read you.

Taehyung doesn’t know if he should blame himself for making you more complicated than you already once were. Your texts to him and these past couple of days have been an absolute dream. From good morning’s, I saw this and I thought of you’s, to goodnight and sweet dream’s; everything felt like you two were walking on clouds. Not to mention sex between you two being top tier and how the aftercare has evidently changed. There was a hint of closeness that wasn’t there before.

There was something in the air.

There was something between you two that wasn’t there before. There is something between you two blooming like a flower in spring. Perhaps, spring has come and brought along love.

Love seems to have brought a brighter, lighter, and kinder mood upon you two. The scent of something so fresh, comforting, and promising lingered on his bedsheets. The image of you lying next to him as the sun comes up is something he’s been pondering about for a while. He doesn’t know exactly when this thought occurred to him—maybe it was when you tightly wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled yourself into his neck or maybe it was when you whispered praises to his ear as he made you finish before him.

Jokingly, he’d tell you it’s because he likes to strip you of your pride. To watch you beg under him and agree with whatever he’d ask of you in shaky breaths… The way you’d squeeze his forearm before offering begging eyes as you reached your climax... It was everything to him—a dream, a hope; a need.

Yet, did it all truly matter? All of these moments with you, the picture of you he has painted in his head, and the flawed you he is falling for have all accumulated to him thinking of the lamest birthday present ever.

“Hey, man,” Nam Joon calls out, rushing to Taehyung’s side. The party is in the midst of its high. Everyone has their own thing going on and that’s one thing Taehyung has always found odd: the bigger the party, there seems to be a lot more room for private moments. “Whatcha got there?”

“___’s birthday present,” Taehyung says, hiding it behind him. It’s in a stupid tall gift bag with lilac tissue paper. Boringly enough, it’s both your favourite colour.

“Wine?” Nam Joon’s eyes widen but he can’t help himself from letting out a laugh.

“What’s wrong with wine?”

He shrugs, pulling Taehyung towards the opposite direction of your room. Taehyung looks back at your door and watches people pass it. “Why wine?”

“Hop off my dick, yeah?” Taehyung laughs, playfully shoving him away and turning towards your room again.

Wine because he planned to tell you to keep it and pop it when you two were ready. Yes, it’s lame. It’s a sad attempt at being a romantic; but he had this whole speech planned out about how good wine takes time and love shall too. How he would tell you that he feels different about you two now and doesn’t need a promise or any words from you really; he just needed you to know.

He needs you to know that this wine will be either the last drink you two share together or the first. He had it all planned out. He had romance in mind. He had you in mind.

Meanwhile, Nam Joon panics.

Nam Joon, again, is caught in the middle.

What is he to do? He either gives Jimin enough time to leave and let this situation die down on its own, or he gets himself involved and attempts to change anything that can be changed. Either way, he’s fucked. He can’t win and it pains him. He didn’t need to win or for this to be a game. He wants peace. He wants so much peace that everyone heals.

Yet, a big part of him can’t even register all that’s happening. He has Taehyung, a humble soul that is finally gathering the courage to believe in himself, and then he has Jimin; a misfit and a friend that is truly good. Except for right now. Right now and these past few months have not been kind to him therefore, he has not been in the right mind to be kind to others.

How is he supposed to cater to both?

With less than half a minute's worth of thought, he charges towards your door, blocking it from Taehyung. He puts his arms up in surrender and tries to offer Taehyung a smile.

“Nam Joon, what the hell—”

“Taehyung, let’s go out out for a bit.”

He looks at his friend in confusion.

“Taehyung—”

“Dude, whatever you want from me can wait,” he insists, moving past Nam Joon and reaching for the key on top of the doorframe. Oddly enough, there’s no key. Taehyung pieces together that you’re probably already inside. He places his hand on the doorknob and opens the door.

“Don’t do this,” Nam Joon pleads.

“Go find Jungkook,” Taehyung laughs. “He’s probably scaring away ___’s friends.”

To Nam Joon’s dismay, Taehyung moves and pushes past him. His friend’s laughter soon cuts out and he knew exactly why.

There’s a feeling that Taehyung can not stand.

Not that he’s a sensitive man or has been hurt more than the average person, but he finds himself quickly feeling sick. A tightness in his throat, his head goes foggy, and everything below his neck feels significantly heavier. God, does Taehyung wish he had listened to Nam Joon just this once.

In all your grace, there you were; fists on Jimin’s chest while his hands proudly wrapped around your waist with your lips against his.

Taehyung watches your fist loosen and you sink into the kiss. You don’t kiss back, but you definitely do not pull away. He shuts his eyes closed as Nam Joon hurriedly follows behind him.

Tugging him, Nam Joon begs, “Taehyung, I think we should—”

Taehyung drops the bottle of wine and the sound of it breaking along with Nam Joon’s voice breaks the kiss between you and Jimin.

Your eyes automatically fall to Taehyung’s as your wipe your lips. Like a romantic drawn to a writer, you’re completely fixated on him.

“Taehyung—”

“Yeah,” Taehyung shakes off Nam Joon’s grip on his arm, “let’s get out of here.”

He’s talking to you.

He moves past the pooling wine and turns to leave. Abruptly, you pick up your feet and follow after him. He storms out of the apartment and your guests watch as you call his name, chasing after him. Jimin watches you disappear and sighs loudly.

“God, it’s so much easier in the movies, isn’t it?” Jimin scratches the back of his neck, making a disappointed face. “You know in the movies, after a kiss or two, we’d be back together.”

Nam Joon also wastes no time. He huffs before pushing Jimin against your bedroom wall. Gripping his shirt collar in his fist, he glares at him with sore feelings.

“You must be fucking insane,” Nam Joon shakes him.

“Aren’t you a prince?” Jimin comments, unable to take this seriously. Though, with the way his friend gives him a look of disappointment, he knows very well that he fucked up.

“How noble of you to try to save us all. You know, your loyalty needs work. Being everyone’s ally means you’re no one’s ally.”

“And what credibility do you have to teach me about how to be a good friend, Jimin?” Nam Joon pokes his chest. “You’re a fucking ass.”

“You got me there,” he laughs shyly. He raises his hands up in surrender and gestures at Nam Joon hold. “You done?”

Nam Joon lets go of him immediately.

“Jimin, they’re happy,” Nam Joon reminds him, sounding more stressed than ever before. “How many times do we have to go over this? On her birthday too? What a fantastic boyfriend you are, you selfish, irritating, piece of shit!”

Jimin rolls his eyes.

“I thought all is fair in love and war?”

Unbelievable.

“Get out of my sight,” Nam Joon warns. “I might actually beat the shit out of you. I can’t believe how fucking childish you are for showing up and doing this to them—for doing this to Taehyung, again.”

A thick silence falls upon the two.

“Go home, Jimin.” Nam Joon advises him. “No one needs you here—”

“Why? Have I done it now? Are you done being my friend too?” Jimin attempts to laugh. Instead, it only makes Nam Joon feel even more hurt than angry.

“Don’t manipulate your way out of this—”

“Were.”

“What?”

“They were happy,” Jimin corrects, completely falling into the realization of the mess he had made.

Down the hall, out of your unit, into his car, you two go. It’s a win that he even let you in his car.

It was not easy.

You had called out his name multiple times to which he had not answered a single time. At one point, you reached for his hand and as you held it; he looked at you with teary eyes and a warning look. You let go and instead followed him to his car silently.

In his passenger seat, you can’t help but begin to feel all the stress of the situation rise up. Your throat feels full enough for you to need to throw up. You aren’t even that intoxicated. You’re tipsy, but not tipsy enough to use that as a way out. No song plays. The engine is off. There is only you two and the pressing air of losing one another.

You’re stuck.

“Go ahead and cry,” Taehyung says quietly. He pulls out his vape from the driver's pocket and puffs out. “It’s all you do anyway.”

“Taehyung…”

“Look,” he glances at you and you wish to take it as a good sign. Except it feels empty. It feels distant and unloved. It disappoints you. “Are we done?”

“We haven’t even begun to talk.. How could we be done?” you ask him awfully weakly.

“You know what I mean.”

Your heart only aches. He says it so swiftly like it didn’t matter. Like two hearts, two souls, two lovers weren’t involved.

After moments of silence, he breaks it. “Okay, whatever. Go back to your party. You have other guests—”

“I have you.”

“You have Jimin.”

“I want you,” is what you want to say but not what he needs to know.

Silence again as everything between you two shifts so slowly, but surely. Could this truly be the end? It didn’t feel like it. You refuse to let it feel like it.

“Why does it sound like you don’t even want to know what happened? Do you not care enough to? Do you even care about me—”

Taehyung glares at you, “shut up.”

“But can’t I give you an explanation?” you ask selfishly. “Don’t you think you deserve that much?”

It’s in vain.

“What’s there to explain?” he scoffs, taking another hit. “I saw what I saw. Thank you, by the way for the show. I did not enjoy it as I anticipated for a different leading man for you.”

“Why are you so worked up on this? It’s just a kiss—”

“It was our kiss,” Taehyung snaps. You don’t see it until now; how his heart has collapsed and finds no comfort in your doing. You feel it hit the bottom of your stomach.

Regret.

Worry.

Ache.

“Taehyung,” you begin to choke, “I didn’t know he’d be there. I wanted to meet you. I was there first and then he followed in. I told him to leave but he started to say stuff about how it felt to lose me to you—”

“I never had you,” he cuts you off with half a smile. It’s like he’s taking a step back along with his heart. He takes a step back and so does his heart. “Good on him for being good with words though. Seemed to have worked on you.”

“You have me,” you promise. It makes his half-smile turn into a full frown. Nothing about what you’ve said amuses him. “It was a slip up. I fucked up. I get it. I know it.. Let me make it up to you, please..”

He takes another hit and unlocks the car doors. He doesn’t want any more part of this. It’s a mess.

You’re a mess.

“Get out.”

“No,” you shake your head. “No, you have to—“

“What do you want from me, ___?”

You cross your arms, beginning to burn for him. “You.”

“Stop fucking saying shit you don’t mean,” he urges. He groans out in frustration, avoiding your eyes. If you looked at him any deeper, you would see the despair and insecurity that consumed his very being.

Everything about you felt healing and maybe that’s what had him addicted to you. The way he craved you and no one else—it must have been a spell. Something as mysterious and compelling, surely you were the image of love if it could look any prettier than you. Except now he feels ill-fated with you.

At this very moment, you two felt nothing short from being star-crossed lovers.

“I mean it,” you softly confess. “I mean it every time you text me, every time you hold me, every time I feel that you love me—”

“That’s probably because I do,” he breathes, “from the very moment you begged me not; I didn’t listen. I’m not too good at that shit anyway. Listening? They say that the most romantic feeling in the world is feeling understood.”

“Taehyung…”

“Stop fucking saying my name,” he harshly warns you.

“Okay,” you compromise, “okay, dummy.”

Your attempt is noted but overall rejected. You breathe in, close your eyes and feel the willingness to push through. He doesn’t flinch. It brings you to sink into your emotions again as soft whimpers escape your lips.

“Do you hate me?”

“This would be a lot easier if I did,” he admits.

“Do you love me?”

He doesn’t answer.

Instead, he stays silent and looks ahead of him. He should get out of here. He should drive away.

With you.

Fuck.

Get it together.

He locks the doors and unlocks them again and again until he finds it in himself to pause and make a sensible decision. You don’t know what’s going on in his head and you become more and more afraid to speak out.

You have no defense. You have no excuses. You come to him bare and with undeserving hope. Yet, something inside you knows he’ll give in eventually. If you just sit with him a little while longer, if you hold his hand or maybe offer him your usual apologetic blow; he’d stay. He’d eventually love you and you’d feel safe to fall into him.

“Do you love me?” he returns. You look at him with glossy eyes, automatically adjusting to the feeling of defeat.

“I don’t know.”

“Then you don’t,” Taehyung says, unlocking the door and starting his car.

“Please, don’t love me like this,” you cry, taking a hold of his hand. You bring them up to your lips and begin to kiss them. Your tears fall into the back of his hand and it takes whatever strength he had leftover to pull away from you.

In the brisk of joining you and crying his eyes out, he takes this moment to pour a little more of his heart out for you to step over like a puddle on a rainy day. God, where is the rain? It would fit this day quite well.

It doesn’t really rain in June though.

It’s usually cloudy with half a sunshine.

Just like you.

Half a heart, half of you, half a love he deserved.

“I think I met you too early,” he blurts.

“What?” your head that was once hanging low, lifts up to look at him. He shrugs as you look at him confused.

“You’re still healing and I’m still hurting. I can’t.. I can’t love you the way you should be loved and vice versa. I have never met anyone that made me feel like I could.. So thanks for that.”

“What are you saying?” you croak. “Why does it sound like you’re.. Uhm.. Why does it sound like.. Like we’re—”

Your mind goes dizzy. Was he trying to end things between you two? Was there anything to end at all? Why does this feel like the worst day of your life?

“I need some time,” he tells you. “Not to think or to make a decision. I just need to not be with you. I can’t be with you right now. Everything about you just makes me ache and I don’t think there are enough words for me to try to ease everything in my head. The truth is, I hate how you make me feel understood. I hate how hard I try to understand you.”

“If there is anything I haven’t given you, tell me. Have I not been enough? I.. I just.. I don’t know much, but I know this,” you sob, “Taehyung, you do understand me.”

“No,” he insists, “I get lost in you.”

“Then so be it,” you compose yourself. “Let love get lost in the in-between of us.”

He looks at you, eyes filled with less life and the echo of feelings.

“Do you honestly believe that love will find its way?”

“To you?” your eyes widen.

Could you do it?

“___,” he begins.

“Yes?” you respond in a hopeful tone.

Say something good.

Please, say something good. Say something that can save us. Say something. Say something—

“Please, love me.”

Say anything but that.

If time could freeze, it surely does right then and there. You gulp at his confession, unable to fathom just how much everything has changed in a matter of seconds. Taehyung takes your reaction as his answer.

From this moment on, he finds sadness in knowing that you may never know about the bottle of wine or his true feelings for you. This momentary confession could never compete or begin to truly reveal how he felt about you. Like dead stars, he had fallen and your wish lies in the in-between of coming true and merely ceasing to exist.

Oh, one more thing.

Happy birthday to you.

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sinnertae · 1 year

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A Mate's Call || VMIN-OC (3)

Genre: f, s, a

Summary: Taehyung finally finds his safe place.

Pairing: Human!Taehyung × Alpha!Jimin × Alpha!Saie (OC @mintaes )

Warnings: little space, puppy space, MxMxOC

A loud laugh escapes her lips as she watches Taehyung's enthusiastic reaction to Jimin. She peeps over from the side silently, letting her boys have their moment. Looking at her mate's face right now, she no longer felt that crushing weight of missing him so much as she fondly watches them talk to eachother.

"It's so obvious who his favourite parent is already, isn't it baby?" She fake pouts glancing between Taehyung and Jimin. "Tell your Daddy how Mommy is treating you with pizza and everything tonight. He's missing out on a lot!"

“Mommy, don't be sad.” He says softly and reachesout to grab her hand. “You are my favourite.” He admitts quietly, so Jimin won't hear him. Taehyung cheeks were dusted with a blush at the smile he has received from his caregiver.

“Why not me?” Jimin asks, looking at him with a pout on his lips.

“Because mommy will give Tae Tae milk.” The answer is deliveredimmediately with a wide grin. “Mommy's milk the best.” He adds, not knowing that what she meant earlier was a cup of milk.

Her triumphant smile after getting him to admit he loved her more instantly drops at Taehyung's words as she stares up at him in surprise. She turns to Jimin to see if she heard right. "Mommy's milk— Taehyungie, I... baby, what do you mean by that?" She asks him slowly despite the panic coursing through her. Did he really mean what she thought he did? Because she won't be able to give him milk cause she wasn't nursing any pups.

But then again, she and jiminy did adopt him as their pup. Will get biology work that way just because she's already started to think of him and treat him as her own? She looks at Jimin, wondering silently if he'd have an answer for it.

“Taehyung. Sweetie, look at me.” Jimin says, somehow sensing the panic that start growing in his mate's chest even when he is being miles away. “Mommy needs time. She's just adopted you, and I am sure mommy's wolf will be ready really soon to take care of you. For now, though, you have to be a big boy for daddy, ok? Big boys drink milk from their cups.” He says, thinking about what he just said. Is it even possible for her wolf?

Taehyung nods eagerly.

“Ok baby. I think it is your nap time now.” Jimin comes up with the nap idea suddenly, hoping that the pup won't protest and will let him speak to Saie. “Daddy will still be here when you wake up TaeBear.” He says softly, watching the brunette get more comfortable. Jimin starts humming a melody with which he comes up at the spot, to help Taehyung fall asleep.

She watches on as Jimin handles the situation better than her and even manages to put him to sleep with the new lullaby. Once Taehyung's breathing slows down and he seems to be fully asleep, she takes the phone and looks into Jimin's worried eyes. "I didn't know he'd want to be suckled when I told him puppies drink milk, Jimin. What do I do now?" She helplessly glances because between herself and her wolf, they wanted to give their new pup everything he wants, even her milk.

“Baby, don't worry. First, I want to know if you want to do this.” Jimin looks at you, not wanting to force you into anything. The second Taehyung said he will be breastfed, his mind was clouded by thousands of inappropriate thoughts.

Jimin is known for being a pretty open-minded alpha who enjoys trying new things. It would have happen sooner or later with how fast Jimin grew intrest in new kinks but not only. Simply, Jimin loves to experiment. However, he is still an alpha. An alpha who is not on good terms with his other side, so sudden outburst of possessiveness are also a common thing for him.

Her answer comes in a heartbeat. "He's my pup! Of course, I want to give him everything he wants. More than me, my wolf wants it too..." She moves a hand to hold her chest, it’s feeling heavy like never before. "I think she's got into her mind that she has to provide for our pup. My breasts are sore already."

She has never experienced this before but had heard about it from other female wolves. Pups were a rarity in their species, each mated pair having only one or two in their entire lifetime. So every time there's an orphaned or abandoned youngling, the female wolves never hesitate to bring them up as their own.

“Jagi-ya, are you sure?” Jimin asks, his voice filled with worry. He has never heard of a she-wolf undergoing such a sudden shift in her body. His pupils are delighted as he takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Can you go to a doctor, please? Today. I am really worried about you now.” He whines. Different emotions envelop his heart as he reminds himself that he can not go home just yet. “Just to make sure it's safe for you and our babyboy.” Jimin explains, hugging a pillow to his chest.

“I want to go home. Want to be with you two.” He adds after a while, scenting the pillow to comfort himself.

When she hears the genuine worry in her mate's voice, her wolf scuffles inside to comfort him immediately. "I'll go see Eunmi Unni before going home then!" She promises Jimin immediately, Eunmi was Jin's mate and a doctor too. She was only glad they were friends cause she knows there will be no judgement from her at adopting a human pup.

"And I'm sure." She assures Jimin, looking at him earnestly. "I've always wanted your pups Jimin. I'm not surprised my wolf reacted so quickly to provide for our baby... I want you home too. I miss you so much!" Especially now when she was doing something she never did before, she wanted her mate's comforting presence next to her.

“I know we have just adopted him but don't you think he would be a good omega for us?” Jimin asked, trying to change the topic and take her mind of the thought that he is not there.

Ever since he came into contact with Taehyung, his wolf would not shut up about how perfectly the sleeping boy would fit among those two Alphas. He would help them keep their balance and also make a great lover. At the intrusive thought, Jimin's chest starts rumbling.

Does it count as cheating?

Noticing Jimin's deflection, she puts the phone in its stand as she begins driving towards Eunmi's place while still talking to Jimin. "Omega? Maybe when he'd be a little more grown-up. I want it to be his choice. Not something he wants to do just to make us happy." She softly tells her mate while she looks over at Taehyung's sleeping form fondly. He must have been really tired after such an exciting and emotionally exhausting day.

“I won't force him into anything, just... He can be our little omega. If he wants too, of course.” Jimin declares, glancing at Taehyung and the adorable pout on his lips while sleeping.

“You can leave the phone here and go see the doctor. I will talk to Taehyung when he wakes up.” Jimin offers, closing his eyes slowly as the pillow under his chin became more inviting. “Or not. Take him too. He needs a check-up.” He decides quickly, sitting up on his bed.

Bidding goodbye to Jimin at his suggestion, she parks the car before gently rousing Taehyung from his sleep. "Baby, wake up!" Her fingers ruffle through his hair, making him open his eyes as he blinks up at her. Getting the seatbelt off him, she explains why they're there at a hospital to not spook him when they go inside. "We're here to see Mommy's friend, babybear. She's a doctor and she'll make sure both of us are healthy, hm? I'll be with you throughout the checkup, let's go Tae."

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chimivx · 2 years

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southside -> read it here

#for my own inspo #min yoongi #vmin #yoongi angst #vmin angst #excited #my moodboards #southside #this is a lot of pics in one post but idc im obsessed

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bluenpjm · 10 months

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park jimin's bad decision

❝ bad decisions ㅡ high school au : ̗̀➛ smut + angst + fluff synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your life: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time.

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“Alright, listen up, team,” Jimin’s coach calls out, his voice soft and at the same time determined. The team gathers around, their attention fixed on the man. Jimin felt a surge of anticipation, eager to know what the figure he often looked up to was about to say.

“You guys have been through thick and thin together,” The coach scanners the faces of his players. “Football is not just a game—it’s about the bonds you forge, the trust you build with your teammates. You’ve experienced victories and defeats together, fought shoulder to shoulder on that field.”

He paused, taking a moment to let his words sink in. Jimin couldn’t help but reflect on his own journey, the countless hours spent practicing, the things and time he had sacrificed along with his teammates. His thoughts were quick to veer toward his best friend, Taehyung, who had always been there for him, both on and off the field.

Jimin looked back, facing the bleachers where Taehyung stood. If he hadn’t been so clueless, he would be there, scrabbling on his notebook as he waited for how long it was necessary to hang out even 5 minutes with his best friend after school.

The coach’s words struck a chord within him, reminding him of the importance of friendship and loyalty.

“So, as we approach the upcoming games, I want you to think about what it truly means to be a team. To be there for one another, to lift each other up when the weight of the world feels heavy.”

Jimin bites his lips nervously. The unspoken words and unresolved tension between Taehyung linger in his mind. It had been a week now since his party, and it had also been a week since he last spoke with his friend. He realized it was time to mend what had been broken.

As the coach concluded his speech, Jimin felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew that true friendship was a precious gift, one that deserved to be cherished and nurtured. With tenancy in his heart, he made a silent promise to visit Taehyung’s house after practice, to bridge the gap that had grown between them and reaffirm the unbreakable bond they had formed.

He was going to get his best friend back.

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from1to100 · 6 months

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#bts #방탄소년단 #bts fluff #bts angst #bts v #vmin #taetaev #bts taehyung #bts x you #kim taehyung #taehyung #v bts #taetae

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purpleskies1999 · 11 months

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~yoongi soft moodboard.

♡pictures are not mine credist to the owners

♡please don't repost,ty.

#bts yoongi #bts seokjin #bts icons #bts namjoon #yoongi angst #bts #yoongi fluff #jungkook bts #jeon jungkook #min suga #min yoongi #yoongi fic #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x you #jungkook icons #jungkook soft moodboard #vmin #v art #bangtan yoongi

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acopenhagenarmy · 7 months

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THE ACADEMY - CHAPTER 1

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader Side pairings: Jimin x Taehyung, Jimin x Ateez!Wooyoung, reader x Ateez!Seonghwa

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au

Word count: 5k ish

Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now..

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart?

NOTE: THIS IS THE UPDATED VERSION OF MY HEART RUNS TO YOU

-> NEXT CHAPTER

Harder!” he yelled at you as you once again kicked the punching bag he so desperately tried to keep steady. The sweat was trailing down the sides of your face as tears, as you did your best to keep your breathing under control. It was hard, and he knew just how to work your body to the breaking point.

But then again if anyone could it was him, after all you’ve known each other your entire lives. And you’d been kicking his ass ever since the two of you shared your mother’s womb.

The hall where you and your brother spent every early morning was large. A boxing ring was located in the middle surrounded by different machines and equipment, there to make sure everyone was in the best form of their life. Because at some point all of you would need to run from death, or maybe even fight it.

A door opened at the top of a flight of stairs and through it walked your brother’s best friend and right-hand man, Jeon Jungkook. Walked might be the wrong word though, if you looked closely it almost looked like he danced down the stairs.

When he reached the bottom, he spread his long arms and yelled: “Oh, my sweet, sweet Parks! Where have you been all morning?” Both you and Jimin looked confused at each other as your workout came to a halt.

Jimin slowly let go of the bag, as you once again stood up straight, both of you leaving the workout for a few moments as you tried to decipher just what made your friend this excited at 5:30 am.

You loosened your boxing gloves and threw them aside, revealing the tiger stripes that twisted around your left wrist and ended right below your elbow. In the meantime, Jimin had located a water bottle and threw it your way as you stepped forward towards Jungkook.

As you caught the bottle and opened it you smiled at the giant man before you and said: “Why are you yelling like a maniac Kook? And you better have a good reason to disturb our morning workout.”

You took a big gulp of water as Jimin walked towards the two of you. He shook his head at Jungkook, as he once again started to dance in front of you.

“Boy, you are completely insane” Jimin spoke as he looked at the man that now resembled a bunny more than a human. He looked at you afterwards, and all you did was raise a brow at your twin, because to be honest what was he expecting. All Jungkook did was grin and send a sweet smile towards the two of you. One of those that made his nose scrunch.

“Well my dearest friends… I come with a message; bitches we got in!” Out of his back pocket he pulled a black paper where the word academy was etched into it in gold, and above the words was a cold circle.

You dropped the water, not minding it spilling all over the floor, and pulled the paper out of Jungkook’s hands as you flipped it and started to read. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin’s excited face as he started to jump, scream and dance with his friend. You could feel your heart stop and your lungs failing as you read over the golden words.

Dear Mr. Park.

We are pleased to inform you that Y/N Park, Jimin Park, Jungkook Jeon and Hoseok ‘J-hope’ Jung all have been accepted into the academy. Their classes will begin in exactly three days from now at the Puck Building in New York City. Each of your trainees must bring two suitcases of personal belongings and only one weapon, so choose wisely.

See you soon

You were in complete and utter shock. The academy was the dream, only the best trainees and children of the most feared mobsters in the world got to go there. It was an honor and a privilege, it was the place where lifelong alliances were built, and enemies were created.

Both you and the boys had never really doubted that you would get in, after all you were one of the largest mafias in all of Asia. But now the day was finally here, the dream had come true.

You took the letter and gave it back to the two boys before you ran up the stairs to get out of the practice room. You needed to talk to Hoseok, and you needed to talk to your dad.

There was no doubt in your mind that Jungkook had stolen the letter from your father’s office. But then again if you had been the one to spot the black and gold envelope, there was no way in hell you would have waited until nightfall to get the news.

It had been a tradition in your family, that the leader would host a dinner to celebrate the young men and women who had been accepted into the school. But the four of you were the best assassins, spies and most skilled in combat your gang had seen in generations. So, there was no way in hell tradition was gonna hold down the criminals inside you all.

You ran down the hall from the gym as quickly as your feet could carry you until you stumbled through the door to Hoseok’s room. Inside you found him splayed out in bed, in the arms of this week’s bimbo as Jimin called them. But then again who wouldn’t love to lay beside the legendary assassin J-hope?

You didn’t care if he had another woman in bed, you didn’t care that the two of them were most likely naked. All you cared about was sharing the best news of both of your lives with your partner in crime. So you jumped down in bed between the two of them, waking both of them up by the sudden need of air in their lungs.

You heard a yell from the women beside you as she rolled out of the bed and landed with a loud bang on the floor. All Hoseok did was grunt annoyed at you, before he pulled you close to him, inhaling the smell of your hair in the process.

“Why are you waking me up at this hour, you know I work late?” He was known for being a grumpy ass in the morning, and today was no exception. “And why the hell do you come into my bed and disturb my sleep, smelling like this?” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and his filled with disgust.

“Jesus Hobi, be nice! I was in the middle of practice.”

“Well if you were in the middle of your precious practice, why the fuck didn’t you finish it and let me sleep for two more hours?”

You didn’t even know how to begin, so you just looked at him with the biggest smile, as you bit your bottom lip trying to contain the laughter that threatened to spill out into the room.

It was a rare sight, you acting giddy, you losing your words. But Hoseok knew better than to push you for information, that usually just ended with you beating his ass and him being blue and yellow for the rest of the week. So instead he waited, as he lost himself in your eyes.

On the floor beside the bed you could hear the girl slowly coming to her senses, as she pulled herself up, looking down at the woman who had pushed her out of bed before six in the morning. You knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about it, but the fact that she even got to sleep in Hoseok’s bed was impressive, he usually kicked them out after the deed was done.

“Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She had a high-pitched voice, instantly annoying you. She tried her best to hide her naked form behind the slight sheer cover she held up to cover her.

“Dana shut up, will you?” He didn't even take the time to look at the woman, you were all he saw as he tried to figure out what news could be important enough to have you acting like this.

You slowly looked up at the woman who towered over the two of you, and all you saw was the pout she elegantly had displayed on her face to try and win just a little sympathy from the man beside you. When that didn’t work, she tried yet another method.

“Baby if you kick her out then maybe we can go again?” you rolled your eyes, a little afraid they might get stuck back there if she kept going. But he did nothing, said nothing, he just looked at you and, in the end, she gave up, gathered her things and left the two of you alone in the room.

After an intense staring contest, one that once again ended the instant the thought of kissing you crossed his mind. He got out of bed to get dressed instead. He sat up in the bed as you rolled over to look up into the ceiling. You could hear the slow and lazy footsteps he took towards the two double doors that lead to his walk-in closet. A yawn escaped him as he stretched his arms above his head, to get the blood flowing in his tired and worn out body.

“So, what news is so important that I couldn’t wait?” You could hear him go through the drawers as he spoke.

Your head was filled with both pride and joy, but the words wouldn’t get out. Instead you giggled like a crazy person.

“What is it? Why are you laughing?” The t-shirt he pulled over his head was muffling the sound of his voice, which meant it was safe for you to face him once again. You sat up and turned towards the double doors as you crossed your legs in the soft bed.

“We got in Hobi…” It was almost a whisper and you continued: “We leave in three days, can you believe it? The day has finally come!” You clapped your hands as you watched him walk towards you.

“You’re kidding? Who got in? All of us?” You nodded your head and intertwined your hands with each other, squeezing with all the strength in your body. Because if this was a dream you needed to wake up now.

He sprinted towards you and tackled you back into bed as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Your arms held him close in a hug as you both laughed. It was emotional to be the one to tell him the news. You knew that he would get scolded by the rest of the boys who lived in his hall later on for waking them with his screams, but he didn’t seem to care. The happiness and pride of this achievement made the screams called for, and as soon as they knew they’d agree.

The two of you had talked about this day since you were four and his father had brought him into the manor for the first time. Hoseok’s father was your dad’s right-hand man, and because of this you grew up together and trained together. You had shared everything together, hell he even lived in your house.

“Oh my god, this is insane! It’s completely insane! But wait… How the hell do you know?” Hoseok had a puzzled expression as he looked into your eyes.

“Well… Jungkook might’ve been snooping around in dad’s office, and there he might’ve found the acceptance letter”

You knew how much he hated to go against your father. Dae-Hyun or Papa Park as you and Jimin sometimes called him, had opened his house to both Hoseok and his family. An act Hoseok saw as a privilege and an honor. And unlike you and Jimin, it was kind of hard to be a teenager and a rebel against the man who was not only your boss, but one of the most powerful mafia leaders in this world.

“One day that boy is gonna end up being killed for all the stunts he pulls” He shook his head at your younger friend, but the smile refused to leave his lips.

“I know… But don’t worry I’m going to find pops as soon as I’m done with you and fill him in on the situation. After all he might want to do the dinner anyways” You shrugged your shoulders a little.

“Look at you being the responsible leader Y/N!” He hit your shoulder playfully as you laughed at his statement.

“Well I might as well start to take my role seriously now. No need to wait, you know?” You bit your bottom lip as you started to twirl the golden ring that was displayed on one of your fingers.

Hoseok stood up from the bed and looked down on you with loving eyes. You were the woman he could never have, the person he’d always protect and follow blindly into any battle.

“So tell me… What do I need to pack?”

After a long discussion with Hobi about just which outfits he should pack, and an even longer one with what sniper rifle he should bring to the States, you were off to see your dad.

You skipped down the corridors of the giant manor, saying hi to everyone you met on your way, until you’d finally reached your fathers office. He had an open-door policy for both you and the boys so instead of knocking you busted through the door.

He was sitting behind the giant mahogany desk, reading the reports from both spies and distributors that had been piling up in the dark hours of the night. He looked powerful in this setting. High ceilings, big windows, expensive suit and of course with an expensive bottle of whiskey nearby.

He looked up from his papers for a brief moment, only to discover you were already walking towards him. He slowly laid down his pen, as he sent you a gentle smile. In front of the desk were two leather chairs who faced him, and as usual you placed yourself in the left one.

“Hello sweet daughter, what can I do for you today?” He spoke like the man in power he was, his voice was deep and intimidating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. But then again it was a given when you were in his position.

You didn’t respond and just moved around nervously in the chair as you fiddled with the golden ring that rested on your pinkie on your left hand. Just like your tattoo it displayed your rank in the family business, as you liked to call it.

“I know what Jungkook did Y/N, there’s no need to beat around the bush” You quickly looked up from the ring, your face displaying the surprise you felt, and your heart started to beat faster as he continued his speech: “I have security and cameras everywhere in this house, you really think anything goes missing without my permission?”

He now had a smirk on his lips, and you could see the spark in his eyes. Your father was a cruel man to those who deserved it, and a stern leader to almost everyone. Except to a chosen few. To you he was kind, playful at times, and almost always with a smile on his face and that incredible kind spark in his eyes. Unless you talked business of course.

You laughed before you answered him.

“I thought you might’ve figured it out by now. I hoped you hadn’t, because it would’ve been nice to be the one to surprise you for once”

He put away his reading glasses and stood up. Slowly walking to the other side of his desk as he sat down on the edge, both hands resting beside him.

“Well… One day you might be able to, but not quite yet Blade…” His smile was as kind as always as he said your nickname. “… But judging from your smile I guess the academy had great news?”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel prouder or happier than you already were, but the feeling that slowly blossomed in your chest was nothing you’d ever felt before. You could feel the tears in your eyes as you smiled at the man you admired most in this world.

“We all got in, all four of us” Your voice cracked a little, but you did not care for a single second. The two of you had talked about this day since you’d held your first katana. And to share the good news with the man that had made you the woman you were today, meant everything to you.

He stood up from his spot and walked towards you, arms stretched open to give you the bear-hug he knew you needed. And you walked right into his arms and let the tears roam free.

“I’m so proud of you Blade, of all of you.” He whispered into your hair before he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you away from his chest, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a kiss on your forehead as you laughed a little. “But I never doubted any of you, I trained you to be the best, not ordinary, so of course they want you all”

You rarely showed people your emotions. It wasn’t that it was a sign of weakness, but being a girl high placed in the mafia, people would use anything to gain the upper hand in this game you called life. It was like every other corporation, typically a patriarchy. A typical tradition because men had this idea that women couldn’t be ruthless, that they couldn’t handle the power, that they couldn’t handle the bloodshed. Luckily for you, your family didn’t share that view, and neither did the rest of the crew under your father.

You cleared your throat as he finally let go of you, looking into your happy eyes as his own filled with pride.

“I’m sorry if we ruined the dinner though”

He laughed at that statement and turned around to once again find his rightful place behind his giant desk. “Now call those boys in here I need to have a chat with you all before it all goes down tonight, because we all know you’ll be too hungover tomorrow to come if I call a meeting then”

You raised an eyebrow, your way of saying: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Don’t give me that look Y/N, we’ve been down that road before. That being said, you need to shower first”

You shrugged, he wasn’t wrong.

After an amazing breakfast you went back to your room, quickly ridding yourself of your workout clothes to hop into a steaming hot shower. You stood there for a few minutes and wondered just how your life would look in a few weeks’ time.

Would you be able to create new alliances, or would it end up being impossible because you’re a woman? It was very rare that women were in powerful positions in the mafia, and even rarer that they were the first in line for the throne. And the more you thought about it the more anxious you got. It might not be a problem at home, where your people knew just how you were raised to rule, but you needed to prepare yourself for every reaction in the book.

You turned on the cold water to get the negative thoughts out of your system, your way of clearing your head, at least for the time being. Once again it worked like a charm. After a good cleanse of both hair, body and mind, you left to start your morning routine.

Because this was a special day, you knew you needed a little extra than just the regular black dior outfit. You did your makeup and dressed in an elegant black suit.

The black flared pants hugged your body in all the right places and displayed your curves just how you liked it. The blazer that matched gave you no waist and therefore you styled it with a belt with gold hardware to match the jewelry you wore. Just to give it a little something extra. Your hair was slicked back and your face open for the world to see the beauty of your jawline and cheekbones.

Stilettos were something you loved dearly, and almost always wore when you didn’t workout. You had mastered running in everything from 1-15cm, something all the men found very impressive. The red bottom Louboutins had therefore been a part of your outfits for a few years now.

You looked into the mirror, pleased with the woman who looked back at you. You looked like you were in charge and knew what was going on around you, you looked like you belonged in this world that was mostly dominated by men. You looked lethal and beautiful all in one.

You twisted your ring once as you took a deep breath. Afterwards you rolled up your sleeves to display your tattoo.

Two knocks on your door pulled you out of your daydreaming. Jimin and the boys were here, and as you opened you almost had to take a step back before their jaws hit the floor before you.

The three men, your three so-called besties, looked you up and down, but none of them spoke. Nervous about their reaction you spun the ring around your fingers as you looked at them with a shy smile.

“What’s wrong? Do I have something in my face?” You laughed a little as you smiled wide at the three men who stood before you.

“N-no, no, no, no! Not at all you just… You look hot!” Jungkook said as he gave you a wink and licked his lip like a man starved.

“Duuuude! That’s my sister stop it!” Jimin hit his chest as he whisper yelled at him.

“I know that! But look at her!” He gestured towards you with both hands.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shot one hip to the side, as you poked your cheek from the inside using your tongue, the very best indicator for when someone pissed you off.

Hoseok rolled his eyes and kissed your cheek. “You look beautiful and deadly” and afterwards pushed the boys out of the way and down the hall to make room for you.

“Stop drooling and start walking before your future boss kicks your ass in a hallway. Besides we’re already late” He pointed towards the door at the end of it that led to your dad’s office, your arm snaked around his.

Hoseok always loved to have you like this, on his arm. To those who didn’t know you, you could look like a couple, and sometimes he liked to daydream of how things could be, if he was just a man and you were just a woman. Maybe then he could love you boldly, openly, publicly.

As the two younger boys stumbled towards the door, he looked at you. A small but genuine smile on his lips as his eyes sparkled.

Jungkook and Jimin had bolted right through your fathers office doors, not a care in the world or a thought on their minds. Most likely startling him in the process. Both you and Jimin sat down in your chairs as Hoseok rested against the back of yours and Jungkook stood by the windows, looking out into the courtyard.

“I’m glad you all made it on time, this way we won’t be late for dinner” He said as he opened the carafe with gin and poured you a glass over ice. You had never liked whiskey the same way the boys had, and therefore he had made sure that there was something you enjoyed in his office.

You thanked him as you grabbed the glass from his hands, and he continued to pour the remaining men in the room a glass of the golden liquid. And then he began his speech.

“First of all, I wanna say how proud I am of each and every one of you, you deserve this… More than any other. So, cheers to you.” He raised his glass, and you all followed his example as he continued.

“In two days’ time you’ll arrive in New York to attend the academy, and the next year will be both physically and mentally draining. When you step into those grand halls only three rules apply.” You all looked at each other with a smirk, rules never applied to you so why should it now? The response you got from him was there for a stern look, he meant business.

He continued: “and they are so basic even you four should be able to follow them. Rule number one, you are only allowed to bring one weapon. Rule number two, no killing, there will be plenty of time for that in the years to come. You are allowed to fight though, but that’s it! Rule number three, you are not allowed to leave.”

You could see Jungkook’s dramatic eye roll from where you were seated. “So they are just gonna lock us up?”

You sighed.

“You are allowed to leave the complex Jungkook, don’t be stupid” The boys laughed, and you did your best to hold back a chuckle. “You are just not allowed to leave New York unless you are given an assignment outside the city”

All that left his mouth was an almost silent grunt, as he turned around to join you all in the small circle in the middle of the room.

“So what now? Is it time for the party?” Hoseok said with hopeful eyes.

“Not quite yet, first it’s time for the gifts” You all looked confused at each other, no one had ever said anything about getting gifts at this thing.

“Dad, what? I mean thanks I guess, but really you shouldn’t have…” Jimin started the sentence but was quickly interrupted.

“I know I shouldn’t have. But you are my children, all of you” Jungkook moved his weight from one foot to the other as he stared down into the ground, blush silently creeping over his face.

He walked away from all of you, pulling a book from the massive bookcase in the room that opened up to the secret room that was your dads private and secret armory. He disappeared into the darkness and was back a few seconds later with a massive duffle back.

You all moved closer to peek into the bag, trying to see exactly what he was planning to surprise you with. The first thing he pulled out was a sniper rifle, or to be precise a M24. It was midnight black with golden tiger stripes clinging to the barrel. You turned your head as you looked at Hoseok, he loved that gun, and his eyes were sparkling as he slowly extended his hands out towards it.

“This is yours J-hope, you have always made me proud so don’t make me regret that I’ve officially given you your stripes now” Your father winked at him as he handed him the rifle. Hoseok was still in awe as he traced the golden stripes with his fingers. A small thank you escaped his mouth, as he walked away from the table, still looking at the rifle as a love crazed thirteen-year-old.

“Jungkook” The boy beside your father suddenly stood a little taller.

“I know you don’t use guns and that you prefer to fight with your hands. But there’s no way in hell I’m sending you to a school full of killers and liars without a weapon.” He pulled a knife out of the bag, golden handle and once again the stripes were to be found on this one as well. He took the handle and expected it in silence.

“For you son I have two things, and don’t worry, I’ve already talked to the school and because they are a set you are allowed to bring it with you”

Jimin smirked and his eyes narrowed as he looked at your father.

“You didn’t?!”

“Oh, but I did”

He pulled out a ‘Beretta 92FS’ with a matching silencer, again painted black in golden tiger stripes. One weapon but two parts so technically he wouldn’t break any of the rules the academy had set. Clearly there had to be a point with all these matching weapons. Your brother hugged your father tightly, making your heart flutter at the sweet moment they now shared before you would be gone for who knows how long.

“I’m so proud of you my son, I hope you know that” his hand rested on Jimin’s cheek, as he looked deep into his eyes.

“I know pops”

“Good… and last but not least!”

Instead of pulling your weapon from the bag, like he did with the others, he went back into the armory. When he returned, he had a katana with him, but this wasn’t just any katana. It was tradition in the East-Asian mafias that the heir to the throne had one, it was a display of power, just as your ring and tattoo. It showed people you were the one in charge, and that you were the one they needed to fear, to respect.

The holster was black, everything about this sword was as dark as your soul. Except for a small pendant that hung from the end of it. A solid gold tiger. You pulled it from its holster revealing the sharp blade. You swung it around just to get a feel of it, and it was perfectly balanced for your body.

“I have given you all weapons that link you to each other, weapons that show everyone you’ll meet where you belong. I know each and every one of you will make me proud in your own way, and I’m excited to see what this journey will bring for every one of you. Make more allies than enemies, be only cruel to those who deserve your wrath. Most of those you’ll meet are beneath you so don’t waste your time… But for now, go, you deserve this party, you deserve one last night of bad decisions before you go into the world as my representation”

You all nodded, straightening your backs, looking forward as if you were ready to fight the world in this moment. You all left your father behind in the office, and when the door was finally closed behind you a squeal of happiness and laughter erupted in the halls. Making the old man smile behind the once again closed doors.

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vminhoes · 5 months

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My fics Masterlist

Vmin:

Thinking of You

rated: E

historical/war au

based off "Thinking of You" mv

husbands!vmin

smut, fluff, angst

So just hold on (like you won't ever let go)

rated: E

gang au

drug lord taehyung, trophy husband jimin

smut, fluff, angst

I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus

rated: G

married au

husbands!vmin

fluff

Nerd in the streets but a Freak in the sheets

rated: E

college au

law student/tutor jimin, athlete taehyung

pure smut

You're just a snitch. (I'm gonna make you my bitch)

rated: E

college au

jimin is a snitch, taehyung is over it

hate sex / revenge sex

smut, fluff, angst

Taegi fics:

So cute

rated: E

college au

boyfriends!taegi

smut, fluff

Why don't you say "I love you" back?

rated: G

canon compliant

yoongi's vlive - "i won't leave until you say that word"

fluff

And they were roommates!

rated: E

roommates au

student taehyung, businessman yoongi

roommates with benefits

smut, fluff, angst

You scratch my back, I'll boy out yours

rated: E

coffee shop au

frat boy/barista taehyung, rapper yoongi

blackmail

smut, fluff, angst

Spoils of War

rated: E

royal/hybrid au

human yoongi, hybrid/alpha taehyung

enemies to lovers

smut, fluff, angst

Flower boy

rated: E

mafia au

drug lord yoongi, florist taehyung

mutual pining

smut, fluff, angst

Yoonjin

Talk me down

rated: explicit

married yoonjin

modern setting au

yoongi and jin are in so in love

smut, fluff, pinch of angst

Yoonmintae:

Count me in

rated: E

throuple au

boyfriends!taegimin

top taehyung, switch yoongi, bottom jimin

smut, fluff, pinch of angst

Vminkook:

Look what the cat dragged in

rated: E

college au

roomates!vmin, frat boy jungkook

first time threesome

top taehyung, bottom jimin, top jungkook

smut

Yoongi x Maknae line:

Happy Birthday Yoongi!

rated: E

yoonkook, yoonmin, taegi

canon compliant

maknae line treat yoongi on his bday

smut, fluff

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giventae · 1 month

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But...he's a cheerleader! - chapter 3 update (final chapter)

Kim Taehyung: He’s hot, he’s funny, he’s charming, and he’s the only male cheerleader on the squad. Everybody loves Taehyung.

Park Jimin: He’s hot, he’s athletic, he’s disciplined, and he’s strict when it comes to gender roles. Jimin hates Taehyung.

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vmin-fic-recs · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Sowoozoo AU, Alternate Universe - Space, First Time, Sharing a Bed, specifically the honeymoon bunk, Kim Taehyung | V Has Tentacles, Consentacles, Tentacle Sex, Double Penetration, Mentions of Oviposition, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), vmin meet and are immediately extremely normal about each other, Falling In Love Summary:

"Kid, if you're going to explore space, you're going to have to accept that some people have different ideas, and you're going to have to work with them anyway," Seokjin said, and ruffled Taehyung's hair. "You know Jimin is a candidate for Sowoozoo. You'd better bury the hatchet in case he gets picked."

"He started it," Taehyung said sulkily.

(Or: boy meets boy with tentacles, and they fall in love.)

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muniimyg · 2 years

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— the one where taehyung finds out 🖊

// series m.list

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“You fucking knew.”

Nam Joon takes a deep breath, knowing that there was no going back. Nothing between them would ever be the same from this moment on. For a split second, he considers lying. Lying and taking Taehyung’s side in this.. But a bigger part of him knows who needs him more.

“Yes,” he admits to his friend who is now breaking into hysteric sobs. “I’ve known for a few months.”

“Months?” Taehyung cries.

“Taehyung, let me explain—”

Shaking his head, Taehyung backs away from Nam Joon. His back pressed against the wall, he slides down and brings his knees to his chest. There, he sobs and does his best to gasp for air. It’s all too much. The feeling of betrayal from a lover, from friends, and now from himself.

It sinks in.

How could he have been this stupid? He had let them—all of them—deceive him for months?

Nam Joon follows his gut feeling. Despite knowing that he is one of the last people Taehyung wants to be around, he sits with his heartbroken friend in silence. Waiting for his cries to calm and for the storm to pass—if it ever could.

“It wasn’t my place to tell,” Nam Joon says softly. “It was their decision to cheat and lie. I wanted to tell you the moment I caught them but they kept promising me that they would do it themselves—that the truth would be better coming from them.. Foolishly, I agreed and trusted that they would correct their mistake..”

Taehyung’s cries halt. He sniffs and lifts his head to look at Nam Joon.

“He’s always liked her,” he chokes. “I knew that. I’m not that stupid.. I just thought he liked me more. I had faith in him—in our friendship.”

“You know, this doesn’t define him—” Taehyung shoots Nam Joon a glare. He pauses, gulping and quickly feeling uneasy. To his dismay, Taehyung waves him off and gets up. Walking past him, without hesitating, he tells Nam Joon:

“I had faith in our friendship too.”

#taehyung angst #vmin angst #taejoon scenario #taehyung imagine #bts fic

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sinnertae · 2 years

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A Mate's Call || VMIN-OC (2)

Genre: f, s, a

Summary: Taehyung finally finds his safe place.

Pairing: Human!Taehyung × Alpha!Jimin × Alpha!Saie (OC @mintaes )

Warnings: little space, puppy space, MxMxOC

“I know you will, just want to be there. Protect him 👉🏼👈🏼” Jimin’s replied within seconds, desperate to be there with them. He wants to hold his mate in his arms as they wait for their puppy boy.

''Here he is.” The woman said, holding the boy's arm very tightly. “That's your new owner.” She said to him, pushing him not so gently towards Saie. Taehyung whined quietly when the employee finally stopped sticking her long, sharp claws into his arm, leaving red marks behind.

" I will protect him with everything in me." She promises Jimin in her message, perking up at the sound of footsteps, eagerly taking in the sight of Taehyung and his soft face. She quickly catches on to his discomfort and growls at the beta wolf, glaring as she tries not to pounce upon her and tear her to pieces for treating him like that. The woman shrinks back, finally noticing that she was an alpha, and letting go of the boy immediately.

"If you know what's better for you, never treat them like that again." She growls once more at the employee before turning to Taehyung. She gently takes his hands in hers, pulling him to her side. "Hi, I'm Y/n. I just texted you. Jimin sent me here to pick you up." She smiles softly at him, taking in his features, her instincts to protect him and keep him safe as if she would her own pup surging forward.

"Are you taking me to my Master?” He asked shyly, looking at the beautiful, tiny woman before him as he played with his hands. His finger so thin in comparison with hers, when she took his hand.

Taehyung took a step back to get a better look. “Pretty. Are you my owner too?” He checked you out shamelessly, his lips slightly parted, tongue out. He was breathing through an open mouth like a dog.

She tenderly brushes her fingers over his bone-thin knuckles, her inner wolf wailing at how he looked. Sending him another smile, she shakes her head. "Jimin is away on business. That's why he sent me to get you. Let's go home, shall we?" She looks down at the tiny bag he held, with just a few clothes in there. She tries not to cry at how poorly cared for he seemed and leads him towards her car. "Let's get you home first and I'll answer all your questions, Taehyungie."

“Oh, okay.” He said as his eyes lit up, and his lips stretched in a wide smile. She’s pretty, she really is. He could not keep his eyes off her. Tae could easily sense the strong Alpha aura, she was emanating. He felt safe, the feeling quickly replaced all the doubts he had before.

“How should I call you? Don't want to be rude.” He admitted, looking down at his shoes; a pair of old snickers.

Taehyung's whole outfit seemed as if he was wearing it for years. The jeans had a lot of small holes, some of them were probably covered with patches. His snickers should be thrown out a long time ago.

She pinches his cheek gently, cooing at his adorableness. "I'm your Master's mate. You can call me by my name or anything you want, sweetie." She ushers him into the passenger side of the car and straps him in. Beginning to drive back home, she turns to look at Taehyung.

"Are you hungry, baby? We can stop by on the way to any of your favorite places and get a take-out before we go home. I've been home alone for a few weeks now, so I didn't cook much." She admits sheepishly.

“I don't know any. Never left the shelter.” He whispered quietly, toying with the seat belt. His heart started beating faster when he realized he doesn't know the answer.

“I don't know.” Tae repeats over and over again, squeezing the belt. The flashback of getting whipped each time he did something wrong or did not know the answer. Werewolves are cruel.

She immediately feels bad for asking him, her heart feeling a deep pang at his softly uttered words. "Then tell me what's your most favorite food. I'll take you to my favourite place and we'll order it, hm?" She encourages him gently, her eyes mostly on the road as she moves her hand to place it on his and squeeze reassuringly. "If you don't want to call me by my name, then how about Noona?"

Can you be my mommy? I never had one.” Tae looked at Saie, giving her the best puppy eyes he could muster.

“Jimin told me I can call him daddy, because I am his little puppy.” He added, chewing on his bottom lip happily. His scent became much stronger, sweeter, happier. It was a foreign feeling, which he could not understand too well.

She almost tears up at his request, the motherly wolf in her howling in delight. "Of course baby, you can call me Mommy!" She assures Taehyung immediately with another squeeze to his hand while discreetly trying to blink her tears away.

"You'll be our very own little pup, mine and Jimin's." She giggles at the thought before turning the car towards the street where there were many restaurants. "So now, what does my baby want to eat? Would you like pizza or maybe pasta?"

“Pizza.” He said it enthusiastically like she was the first person that used this word around him. In fact it is a new word for him. They rarely get to eat fast-food at the shelter, simply because it was to expensive and there is to many human to for the wolves to buy them junk foods.

“Pizza, pizza pizza.” Taehyung start singing and wiggling in his seat. “Mommy wanna pizza!” He giggled, looking at here with a bright smile and eyes filled with joy.

She laughs with him, endeared by his excitement. "Alright. Pizza it is!" She stops at her favourite place before getting out and moving to open the door for him too. "C'mon, hold my hand!" She holds her hand out for him as they make their way to the restaurant.

"So what kind of pizza does my baby want? The one with cheese on it or with meat?" She points at the largely displayed menu board where the pictures of pizzas were flashing to make it easier for him.

“Puppies eat meat.” He whispered into her ear as if it's a secret. Taehyung rested his chin against her shoulder, inhaling the scent of the shampoo she used last night.

“And juice please.” Tae said softly, with a toothy smile on his face. He waited patiently, toying with Saie's fingers as she spoke to the worker behind the bar.

Listening to him in amusement, she orders meat topping one before turning to whisper back to him. "Puppies also drink milk, not juice. Are you sure you still want juice, baby?" She pays and moves to the side holding his hand as they wait for their pizza order to be ready. "Anything else you want today before we go home and speak to your daddy?"

“Milk and meat? Will it taste good, mommy?” He looked at her with curious eyes. “Can we call daddy now? Want to meet him now.” He demands with a pout as he swung his legs back and forth. Taehyung's eyes were jumping from spot to spot, taking in his surroundings. The restaurant was full of vivid colors, making it harder for him to concentrate.

She looks at him thoughtfully at his question. "You know what, you're right. Milk isn't going to taste good with meat. Let's get us some coke. Milk is for bedtime then." She decides, her heart melting at his pout. "Okay, I promise we can talk to him as soon as we're in the car. Just two more minutes till we get our pizza and Taehyungie can talk to Daddy, okay?" She cajoles him softly right when their order is called and they go to pick it up along with a bottle of coke.

"C'mon baby..." She takes his hand in hers and leads him back to the car and once inside, she video calls Jimin again. As soon as he picks up, she squeals at him. "Guess who wanted to meet, Daddy already?" She turns the screen towards Taehyung, waiting for their reactions.

Taehyung takes the phone from her and looks at Jimin with slightly open mouth. He was stunned by his beauty. Pretty, full lips, round cheeks, chocolate brown eyes and white waited patiently for him to take in his appearance.

“Daddy!” Taehyung squeals, hugging the phone to his chest, chanting happily daddy as he wiggles in his seat.

“Hey baby, can daddy see your face?” Jimin asks, which makes Taehyung blush.

“Hi daddy.” Tae said shyly, holding the phone in two hands. His heart was beating so fast that he had to breathe through his mouth again. He stuck his tongue out past his lips slightly.

#bts vmin #vmin angst #bts jimin #bts taehyung #kim taetae #kim taehyung #vmin #park jimim #jimin #bts werewolf #werewolf taehyung #werewolf jimin #werewolf namjoon #werewolf hoseok

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jungkussyficrecs · 2 years

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Convenience 1 - JJK

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on the girl who works at the convenience store.

Wordcount: 5.4K

Warnings: None so far. Maybe a lil awkwardness?

Chapter 2

a/n: this is my new series Convenience. I hope you enjoy. The plan right now is to make this a long series, so I hope you're in for the long haul.

Masterlist

The local convenience store wasn’t necessarily a dream job, but it does pay the bills, well, most of them.

After a few years of working there, the patterns of people start to become more obvious. Old couples always come in early to buy coffee and ask when you are going off to college even though you’re well past being fresh out of high school.

Then, there are the post-work rushes when a bunch of middle-aged adults come in to buy a quick meal.

Lastly, and possibly the worst group, are the late nighters. The most notable majority during that time are the handsy teenagers who are full of giggles as they come in to buy a box of condoms or cigarettes. They’re discovering new things, and they think they’re the coolest people in the world while doing it.

Occasionally there are interesting people who pop up and brighten (or worsen) the work day. You’ve started mentally taking down their information from what you can observe when these new people walk in the door. Last week for example: female, bright pink hair, age unknown since her face was obscured by her mask and hat, cool shoes, bought cookies, and didn’t say anything.

There are also a few regulars who you’ve come to know. Like the hot dad and his daughter who come in before school to buy coffee for him and milk for her. Aera, the sweet six year old with pigtails, always sits perched on her dad’s hip while he pays and makes small talk.

It was the third time they came in that Aera had finally removed her face from her dad’s neck and asked your name.

Since that initial inquiry, you and Aera have become pretty good friends if you do say so yourself. Every morning when she comes in, you ask if there’s anything exciting happening at school. When the day before you heard about something exciting, you always make sure to ask how it went.

Aera is one of the few customers who make your day brighter. There are other regulars who come in, but none of them excite you as much as the light up sneakered girl who talks about her teachers at school like they hung the stars in the sky.

Well, there is one exception to that statement. The boy who comes in almost everyday, and then would sometimes disappear for weeks or months at a time, and then he’d return to his everyday schedule like nothing ever happened. He always walked through the doors in baggy and mostly black clothes with his face completely covered by various hats and masks. The times he comes in are different than any of the other groups, always later mornings, right after Aera and her dad. You always assumed he was on his way to work, but without being able to see his face, it's possible he could be a college student.

He is another regular who never says anything, but the way he carries himself is what intrigues you the most. He walks in, and there’s this power to the way that he walks. If he wore suits, you would probably assume he is a CEO.

The more he comes in, the more you study him. You’ve observed him so much that you’ve noticed how he uses his left hand when he pays. He keeps his right hand tucked deep in his pocket while he uses his card to pay for his items.

His black card.

He’s an interesting guy to say the least.

. . .

Another morning standing behind the counter is when he talks to you for the first time.

Ringing above the door signals his arrival, and he walks toward the back of the store to the drink coolers.

This morning is different from every other morning. Normally, he seems to know exactly what he wants, like he’s been thinking about it before he even came in, and he’s in and out of the store in under five minutes. This time, he walks through every aisle looking at each shelf seemingly trying to find something. Typically his purchases include only food and drinks, but this time he takes his time browsing, and it seems like he can’t find whatever he’s looking for.

He pauses at the end of an aisle and seems to compose himself for a moment. You watch as his shoulders have a deliberate rise and fall–he takes a deep breath before turning on his heel and walking directly toward you. Even while he is turned to face you and walking straight toward you, his face is still hidden. The mysterious man places his items, two bottles of water and a bottle of iced coffee, on the counter; then keeps his head turned down and quietly asks,

‘Do you sell any bowls?’

You’re stunned for a moment.

First of all: his voice. A low timbre with a hint of satoori that you’re unable to pinpoint due to his mumbling. It sends goosebumps all over your arms. That is a damn sexy voice. Second: his questions surprises you. Bowls? Why does he want bowls? After a moment of thinking you let him know,

‘We sell paper bowls. They’re over by the paper plates and ramyeon.’ You respond nicely. Does your voice sound as nice to him as his does to you? That’s definitely not possible.

‘Thanks,’ He says quietly and then turns away from the counter toward the aisle you specified. He walks quickly over before picking up a pack to inspect them, and then he brings them to the counter with the rest of his items.

The conversation was too short for your liking; this man had been sparking your interest for months, and clearly he isn’t much of a talker, so the best way to fix that is to try talking to him,

‘You know, normally people buy food to put in those bowls, not just the bowls’ You say as you’re grabbing his items to scan and bag.

Why did you say that? That’s the dumbest thing you ever could have said to Sexy Voice. You’re fully prepared for him to ignore you and hoping he will. Who asks such stupid questions. But he surprises you when he lets out a low chuckle (even his laugh is sexy) before continuing,

‘My dog is out in the car and thirsty.’ He informs; there’s a hint of amusement in his voice, so maybe he doesn't think you’re a complete idiot.

‘That will be 7,000 won. What kind of dog do you have?’ Asking seems like the appropriate and least embarrassing course of action in order to get his mind off of your previous question.

He pauses for a moment as if contemplating whether or not he should tell you. He puts his card into the reader before answering,

‘Bam is a doberman. He’s very handsome.’ You can hear the smile in his voice while he’s talking about his dog.

Sexy Voice loves dogs. Noted.

‘Oh! I love big dogs. They’re so much fun!’ You exclaim, reminded of your old family dog.

‘Yeah they are. I love taking him on walks, but he’s really thirsty today so I stopped for water.’ He pauses and his head seems to start to rise for a moment before he digs his hand into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He takes a wad of cash and drops it in the tip jar, and while he’s doing that, you see a flash of ink on his hand but it disappears quickly,

‘Have a nice day’ he mumbles before collecting his drinks and bowls and speed walking out the door.

As the doors are closing behind him, you yell out,

‘Have a nice day!’

And then he’s gone.

. . .

Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting in his car unwrapping the bowls and pouring some water in one to give Bam a drink of water.

He can’t stop thinking about you. Everyday he comes into the convenience store, and you’re always there. He’s never shown his face, afraid you’re going to recognize him.

But today he talked to you, and you treated him like a normal person. Your voice has his heart beating out of his chest; he’s never felt so normal before. Normally other girls try to pretend they don’t know who he is, but it’s pretty easy to tell they’re faking. But you, you don’t know what he looks like, and you didn’t react to his voice.

All those months of looking at you from outside the convenience store and then covering up once he goes inside are finally starting to seem a little less crazy.

Surely, if you knew who he was, you would have recognized his voice when he talked to you. Jungkook can’t contain his excitement,

‘Bam! Bam-ie, Appa talked to the pretty girl today. Isn’t that exciting?I know, I know here’s your water.’ He says–Bam doesn’t seem particularly interested in Jungkook’s crush on the convenience store cashier. Maybe it's because he’s a dog, but maybe it’s because he knows his Appa will never make a move.

. . .

Walking into the new Hybe building after taking Bam home, Jungkook has a renewed sense of energy to his step. He feels on top of the world after just having a small conversation with the girl who has been piqueing his interest for a while now. Immediately after exiting the elevator, he’s being rushed into a makeup chair to start getting ready,

‘You’re late.’ Miyoung, one of the hair stylists, chastises.

‘Sorry, noona,’ Jungkook replies cheekily, ‘Bamie took a long walk today.’

‘You could at least have the decency to look apologetic.’ She tsks while beginning to flat iron parts of his hair. He notices a quick glance of her eyes to the drink in his hand–it has the name of the convenience store on it, ‘You seem to have had time to go to your favorite place today.’

‘Ah Bam was thirsty after our walk, so I stopped for some water.’ Jungkook desperately tries to evade what he knows is coming.

‘Oh well Bam must be thirsty a lot if you go there so often. Maybe you should start keeping water with you?’ Miyoung prods.

To many of the staff who Jungkook interacts with often, Jungkook’s convenience store obsession is no secret. He always avidly attempts to play it off, but everyone tries to speculate about his frequent trips.

‘Maybe I should, but I’m awfully forgetful.’ Jungkook tries to move on to the next topic, ‘Oh, I don’t like the smell of this perfu-’

‘Jungkookah just ask her out already, we’re sick of you wasting time and money at the convenience store while pining over some girl.’ Namjoon pipes up from the makeup chair next to him.

‘She isn’t just some-,’ He realizes his mistake and clears his throat, ‘I’m not ‘pining’ after a girl hyung.’

‘So you admit there’s a girl?’ That annoying, knowing smile is sitting on Namjoon's face as he teases the maknae.

…

Jungkook had been reluctant to share his thoughts on convenience store girl with his hyungs, but one drunken night had led to loose lips on his part.

He spilled to his hyungs how he goes everyday to see the pretty girl who works there. His hyungs had watched as a pink tint took over his cheeks while he rambled about how kind and pretty you were. Jungkook had never been in a serious relationship, and he’d never really pursued anyone past his highschool crushes, so the other members were seeing a new side of their maknae

…

‘Ooh Jungkookie’s getting angry. Namjoonie be careful. You can’t insult his girl.’ Hoseok teases from the chair on the other side of Namjoon.

‘Hyungs, she’s not my girl. And there’s no girl, I just need things from the convenience store sometimes.’ Jungkook says tiredly.

‘Sometimes, Kookah? You go every day.’ Hobi continues to tease because he finds his dongsaeng’s grievances amusing.

If it were anyone else Jungkook would be way more annoyed, but the bright smile on Hobi’s face makes the teasing a little easier,

‘I just,’ he pauses trying to find something to defend himself, ‘I need stuff’ he mumbles, a slight pout forming on his lips.

Hobi breaks out into that full-body, contagious laughter, knowing Jungkoook can’t defend himself in this situation, Hoseok decides to keep poking fun at him,

‘Did you talk to her yet, Jungkookie? Or are you still at the stalking phase in your relationship?’ Hoseok asks, finding it hard to contain his laughter at Jungkook’s expense.

Rolling his eyes as he walks away Jungkook mutters,

‘Very funny Hobi hyung.’

His cheeks are turning red, and any words he could say to try and deny his hyungs would be fruitless as his embarrassment materializes on his face. Since his makeup is done, he walks to the couch against the back wall where Jimin is laying down and napping. Since he’s sleeping he won’t be able to tease Jungkook anymore than the others already have. Just as his butt meets the cushion, Jimin cracks an eye open. A cheeky smirk takes over his previously parted lips,

‘How’s convenience store girl, Jungkookie?’

Jungkook throws his head back against the couch and groans loud enough to have the whole dressing room snickering at his expense. He decides to tease Jimin right back, mostly because he’s the only hyung who will let him get away with it. He leans over, and drops his weight onto Jimin. After the older of the two lets out a grunt and some kind of insult about Jungkook’s weight, Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s ear,

‘Hyung, I don’t think you have any room to talk when all you do is drool over Taehyungie-hyung.’ Jungkook says quietly.

‘Yah! Get off me you brat.’ He shoves Jungkook away and shoots him a glare, ‘That’s no way to talk to your hyung.’ He pouts

‘That’s no way to talk to your dongsaeng,’ Jungkook quips back.

Jimin shoots him a tired look for a moment,

‘You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’d have kicked you out of the group a long time ago.’ Jimin mutters.

‘You’d miss me too much, hyungie.’ Jungkook retorts cutely.

Jimin sighs and stands up. Just as he’s walking through the doorway he turns back,

‘Hey Jungkook-ah’ he calls.

Jungkooks responds with a raised eyebrow and a questioning glance in his direction.

Jimin continues,

‘I’m thinking of going to the convenience store later. Wanna come? Or is three times in one day too much for your heart to handle?’ He asks cheekily.

Jungkook turns bright red and calls back, ‘It would only be the second time today hyung!’

But his attempt is pointless. Jimin has already walked down the hallway, and the only response is the sound of Jimin’s twinkling laughter bouncing off of the hallway walls.

Jungkook sits on the couch with his head tipped back and eyes closed as he thinks through all of the routes to take when it comes to his options with you.

He can keep going to the convenience store and barely talking to you, and his hyungs would keep teasing him.

He can stop going to the convenience store altogether, and try to forget about you

Or he can finally ask you out.

Jungkook mulls over his options for a few moments before he ultimately decides what he wants to do. Option two was definitely out of the question.

Jungkook had previously thought about giving up on his routine of daily convenience store trips, but their recent concerts in the states showed him that he really enjoyed seeing you every day, even if it is for only a moment.

He sighs and lets sleep take over. He’s going to rest for now. He’ll make a decision later.

…

You’re about to close out your shift late at night. Today you’re working a double since your landlord had increased rent recently, and money was getting a little tight. The owners of the convenience store had always been relatively fair with pay, but the unexpected increase has definitely taken you, and your bank account, by surprise. There are most likely going to be a lot of double shifts in your future. Luckily, it worked out kind of awkwardly where you work in the morning, have a break for a few hours mid-day, and then you work again later at night. The only thing you requested was not working the overnight shifts, and luckily the owners have been very willing since you work for them so much. You’ve been applying to other places, but without a degree, the job search has been a little disappointing.

Today has been a drag ever since Sexy Voice came in. No customer could’ve topped the excitement of him finally talking to you after months of just admiring him. You couldn’t help but to daydream and think about what he looks like. Surely, he has to be attractive to go with his voice; there’s no possible way for his voice and face to not match up. You also can’t help but to think about what he’s really like when he lets his guard down. You can already tell that he’s shy and a little reserved, but maybe he loosens up when you get to know him.

The bell above the door jingles, abruptly ending your daydreaming about the mysterious man who has been capturing your attention. Almost as if by fate, you glance up to see Sexy Voice walking to the back of the store, toward the drink coolers where he always goes first. He’s wearing different clothes, but they’re just as baggy, and his signature bucket hat and mask are covering his face. You can instantly recognize him by the downward tilt of his head, and the way he walks through the store–like he owns it.

He pauses in front of the drink coolers, and he raises his head to look through the soda options. That’s when you realize–he isn’t wearing a mask. You can’t really see his face since his back is turned toward you, and he’s still wearing a large bucket hat, but the sides of his jaw are a little visible from this angle. He keeps staring at the fridges, but then, he unexpectedly starts to turn around. You quickly avert your eyes; as much as you want to see what he looks like, you can’t be caught ogling at him. So, you turn to the side and start to occupy yourself with something, but you keep your attention on him from your peripherals. Instead of browsing the aisles like you thought he would, he continues to walk straight to the counter. He stops right in front of the register and clears his throat quietly to grab your attention, and you turn to him while trying to mentally prepare yourself to see him for the first time.

Jawline. That’s the first, and kind of the only, thing you can see about him. His head is still turned downward, and the bucket hat he’s wearing covers his eyes completely. You can see the pretty curve of his nose and the sharp jawline he’s sporting. He has clear skin with a nice golden tone to it. He’s definitely not super tan, but he certainly isn’t pale.

You can see his hands fidgeting in front of him. His sleeves are long and covering the majority of his hands, but your earlier observation was right– there is a little tattoo on his middle finger. He’s still kind of far away and you’re tired, so you can’t make out what it is, but Sexy Voice having tattoos, a sharp jawline, and a nice face from what you can see? You’ve decided that his face definitely matches the attractiveness of his voice, and you haven’t even seen all of him yet.

‘Hi,’ he says quietly.

You’re surprised to say the least. Until this morning he had barely spoken to you, and now he’s initiating conversation without asking you a store related question.

‘Hi,’ you say back, ‘How’s your day been?’ You smile to let him know he isn’t bothering you in the slightest.

‘It’s been okay,’ he pauses and takes a deep breath, ‘So- uh, I know we don’t know each other that well, and you don’t even really know me, but uh I was just wondering if I could- uh h-have your number?’ He stutters out his question, gradually getting quieter as he reaches the end. You just blink at him for a moment.

‘Are you serious?’ you ask him. Sexy Voice, who you’ve been admiring for a while, wants your number? He must be joking or pulling a prank.

‘Uh yeah?’ He replies and you can hear the hesitation in his next statement, ‘I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just,’ he pauses for a moment, ‘yeah.’

You let out a little laugh at his stumbling before replying, ‘Ok’

He freezes, and you laugh again at his nervousness, ‘Really?’ he asks, hands pausing in their wringing.

‘You sound surprised,’ you muse. He’s cute. His nervousness is showing, and you’re hoping that it means he’s genuine.

‘Well you just don’t really know me so I didn’t know if you’d want to give me your number because it can be scary you know?’ He’s rambling again at your response. It’s rare that girls remain so calm and collected around him. Normally they’re either screaming, crying, or ignoring him so your response is a change of pace from his normal interactions with girls.

‘Well, I would like to know your name before I give you my number,’ you pause, contemplating continuing your teasing, ‘and maybe I could get a look at your eyes before then too?’ You finish with a light laugh.

Embarrassment colors Jungkook’s cheeks when he remembers that he’s asking for your number without ever telling you his name.

‘Oh, yeah. Uh, I’m Jungkook.’ He finishes telling you his name and then he slowly moves his gaze from the floor to you.

You’re shocked by his gorgeous eyes. They’re so big and bright, and they pull together his handsome face really well.

‘It’s nice to see you again, Jungkook,’ you say as you reach for a scrap of paper and write down your phone number on it, ‘I’m __’

He finally knows your name, and it suits you perfectly. He rips the paper with your number on it in half right after you hand it to him, and you panic for a moment thinking he was actually joking with you. But then he surprises you when he reaches across the counter and grabs the pen you had used. He hunches over slightly and starts scribbling something on the paper. Jungkook takes a little longer than you think writing a phone number normally takes, and then he reaches for your hand and puts the piece of paper in it. He holds on to your hand for a moment as the two of you make eye contact before he drops your hand suddenly and averts his gaze back toward his shoes.

‘I’ll talk to you later?’ He asks and you can hear the hopeful tone in his voice.

‘Yeah’ you hum, ‘I’ll talk to you later, Jungkook.’ You smile.

Jungkook hopes you can’t see the redness of his ears at the way you say his name,

‘Yeah, I’ll see you later __’ he mumbles before he gives a quick jerk of his head that you think is supposed to be some form of nod. Then he turns and walks out of the convenience store. The confident walk he usually does has turned into a kind of shy shuffle. He turns back once more when he’s standing in the opened door, and you get to see his bright eyes and big smile with his scrunched up nose before he’s gone, and the door is closing loudly behind him. The lingering jingle of the bells over the door are the only remnants of his presence.

You glance down at the paper that he gave you before he left. You uncrumple it to see his number written at the very top, but below that is a beautiful sketch of a butterfly. How he drew a detailed little butterfly in such a short time, you’re unsure. But you know that you want to hold on to it. Quickly you take the scrap of paper and place it in the back of your phone case to make sure that it doesn’t get lost before you can text him.

…

After finally finishing your shift after the eventful day, you’re walking through the door of your apartment and thinking about Jungkook. How can someone so sweet and handsome even exist let alone want your number?

You’re setting your bag down by the door and walking toward your bedroom when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

You glance down to see that it’s from an unknown number, and the angle that you’ve lifted your phone at hasn’t unlocked it with Face ID, so the message is still hidden. You throw your phone down on the bed and start to get ready to go to sleep–the message can wait.

Once you’ve showered and gotten dressed in pajamas, you crawl under the covers. Picking up your phone to check on your notifications from when you were working, the message from the unknown number catches your attention.

From: Unknown

Hi __ It’s Jungkook. I hope you made it home safe :)

You’re surprised for a moment; you didn’t expect him to text you so quickly considering how shy he’d been when he was asking for your number. You quickly add him as a contact before messaging him back.

To: Jungkook🦋

Hi Jungkook! I just made it home a little bit ago. Hope you made it home safe too :)

From: Jungkook🦋

That’s good

How was your day?

He’s awkward just like you expected, but it’s cute. He’s definitely introverted, but you’re hoping that once he gets to know you more, he’ll be more calm. You already got to see a little bit of his confidence and calmness when he was writing his number and the butterfly for you.

To: Jungkook🦋

It was good.

Long.

How was yours?

I think it’s only fair that I know what you do for work when you get to see mine everyday.

From: Jungkook🦋

I work in the entertainment industry.

Just boring stuff mostly

To: Jungkook🦋

Oh so you get to work with idols and actors?

From: Jungkook🦋

Something like that haha

Do you only work at the convenience store?

Not that there’s anything wrong with that

Because there isn’t

Just curious

To: Jungkook🦋

Don’t worry about it :)

And no

I’m just working in the convenience store while I try to figure out what I want to do with my life

Haha

From: Jungkook🦋

There’s nothing wrong with the convenience store, __

I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it

To: Jungkook🦋

You didn’t

Don’t worry

If I didn’t work at the convenience store I wouldn’t have met you :)

From: Jungkook🦋

Yeah

I’m glad you work there too

That came out wrong

To: Jungkook🦋

I think I know what you meant

You and Jungkook continue texting back and forth, and while you’re doing that, you decide to look him up on instagram. You’d been wanting to look him up while he was coming into the convenience store, but you didn’t know his name until today.

Typing in ‘Jungkook’ in the search bar, the first person that pops up is a verified account, and you immediately scroll past it. But as you keep searching through the pages on instagram, you can’t find any that seem to be the Jungkook who comes to the convenience store everyday.

Out of curiosity, you scroll back to the top of the names and click on the verified Jungkook account.

Jungkook of BTS is what the bio says, and as you scroll through the pictures of him you start to realize this is your convenience store boy, but it’s a different side of him. You can understand why he would want to keep this a secret. His almost 40 million instagram followers probably bring him a lot of unwanted attention when he’s trying to do daily things like go to a convenience store. You switch back to your messages where Jungkook is telling you about some of his favorite games.

To: Jungkook🦋

Jungkook…

From: Jungkook🦋

Oh is it too much video game talk?

I’m sorry

I just really like them

To: Jungkook🦋

It’s not about the video games

Why didn’t you tell me you’re an idol?

Across Seoul in his dorm bedroom Jungkook is freaking out. He isn’t sure how long he thought he could hide it from you but he was going to try to talk to you normally. He’s panicking and he doesn’t know how to fix it. So, in an impulse decision, he calls you.

‘Uh, hello?’

‘__, listen. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I am really, but–’ He starts to explain but you cut him off,

‘Jungkook, I don’t care that you’re an idol. I just, I guess I’m just curious why you didn’t tell me?’ You ask, trying to talk quietly so he doesn’t think you’re upset with him.

‘I guess I just wanted you to get to know Jeon Jungkook, not the idol Jungkook of BTS.’ He mutters quietly. Jungkook can’t help but think he’s ruined his chance with you by trying to lie about what he does.

‘Jungkook, I want to get to know who you are. That includes idol Jungkook. What you do isn’t gonna change my opinion of you, it just means that I can watch videos of you on youtube now.’ You laugh, attempting to ease the tension.

‘No! You can’t watch those, they’re so embarrassing.’ He whines.

‘I can and you can stop me, Kookah.’ You were having too much fun teasing him that you didn’t realize you let the nickname slip. The two of you had been texting for hours up until the phone call, and you felt like you had known him for years, ‘Sorry–I didn’t mean to-’

‘No, it’s fine. That’s what all the people close to me call me, and you can too.’ Just like every time Jungkook says something remotely flirty, or something that insinuates anything more than friendship, he starts the sentence confidently and then slowly trails off as he finishes, like he’s overthinking the whole time he’s talking.

‘Oh, so I’m close to you now?’ You tease.

Jungkook almost drops his phone as he feels his heart taking a flying leap to his stomach. He’s new to actually trying to pursue someone on a more than sexual basis. He’d had a girlfriend in high school right after they debuted, but that wasn’t anything remotely serious. It was shy glances across the cafeteria and maybe holding hands in the hallway.

He’d been introduced to a few of his hyungs friends, but things had been only a friends with benefits situation since he wasn’t looking to be in a relationship in the early stages of their career.

But as he approaches the nine year anniversary of being in BTS, Jungkook can’t help but start to think about the other things that come with getting older, like marriage and starting a family. All of those things never sounded like a possibility to Jungkook. Sure, he’s still fairly young, but he can’t help but to wonder. He’s not sure that you’re the person he’ll settle down with in the future, but he can’t help but to try.

‘Yeah, I think I’d like that.’ Junkook responds, smiling from ear to ear.

‘Me too, Kookah’ You respond and then let out a yawn.

‘Oh, you’re tired. I should let you get to sleep.’ Jungkook says disappointedly.

‘I am really tired, but I wish I could keep talking to you.’ You tell him, but not before yawning again.

‘I wish I could talk to you all night too, __’ Jungkook responds quietly, ‘But I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Yeah,’ you pause to yawn again, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Goodnight __’ Jungkook says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

‘Goodnight.’ You say before hanging up the phone. As you plug in your phone and close your eyes to go to sleep, your head is full of thoughts of the bright-eyed boy you’ve been admiring for months.

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