#we only ever had that one bts shot of him HOLDING the violin + the hedwig signup sheet to go by but this... guys this is big...

[reggierightsactivism]

im gonna go insane drop the fucking scene

#riv txt #big win for reggie tumblr today... but is it? #we only ever had that one bts shot of him HOLDING the violin + the hedwig signup sheet to go by but this... guys this is big... #the scene exists... he played it........... #(its from wicked little town btw unless there's 2)

[rainguk]

perfect pitch | ksj

⁕ summary; your stand partner this year is, to put it simply, insufferable. with a rare sense of perfect pitch and a stunning face to boot, this boy's ego is absolutely off the charts... but you'd be lying if you said you didn't care about him anyway.

⁕ pairing; seokjin x reader

⁕ rating; pg-13

⁕ words; 3.9k

⁕ genre; crack, fluff - stand partners idiots to lovers (with a lil bit of enemies in there), high school au, orchestra au

⁕ warnings; swearing, threats but like nothing violent happens LOL, seokjin's sense of humor: there's like one mildly inappropriate joke (i'm sorry bach), super cliche rain scene i apologize

⁕ notes; this is based off of infuriatingly true events in my life because people with perfect pitch just LOVE flexing it like i'll drop my fork on the table and my friend's just like "oh wow that was a B flat" aaaaggghjsdjsdf anyways... i had a lot of fun writing this and i'm nearing the end of another longer fic i'm writing so please look forward to that :D hope you enjoy!!! + if you ever want me to tag you in my fics just let me know and i will <3 plus this is unedited and disgustingly cringy as it nears the end so read at your own risk

⁕ tags; @imdamconfused @sunghoonight-x @iminchaosnow

⁕ song; butter (bts)

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You’re teetering dangerously on the edge, a mere few seconds away from stabbing your stand partner in the eye with whatever you can use as a weapon.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seokjin cuts into your murderous thoughts, alarmed. “You look… truth be told, Y/N, you look like you want to kill someone.”

“If you don’t shut up about how flat my A is, that someone might just end up being you.”

“How romantic.”

Your bow slides off your violin with a cadence of squeaky notes. “Can you at least stop flirting with me while I’m trying to tune this thing?!”

He smiles, a bright, brilliant thing that shows off all his perfect teeth. You swallow, heart suddenly racing a thousand times faster; it’s no secret that Kim Seokjin is probably the biggest pain in the neck you’ve ever met, but it’s also true that he is insanely good-looking. And you’re not about to deny it.

“You like it, though.”

Well, shit.

“Not everyone’s head over heels in love with you,” you retort, trying desperately to throw him off your trail. You know what happens with popular kids like him; once it’s known that you have a soft spot for them, everyone pounces on you, bombarding you with questions and snide remarks and rumors.

Of course, it’s complicated — because how on earth could you want to rip off someone’s head and kiss them at the same time?

But you tell yourself that it’s only because he looks like that; not because he easily gets you to laugh like it’s nobody’s business, and certainly not because he looks out for you in the littlest ways; leaving his rosin out on the stand for you to use and lending you a pencil when you need one.

Kim Seokjin is an insufferable little shit, yes. But he’s a friendly insufferable little shit. And you would honestly be so down to hang out with him and get to know him better, save for one little thing that’s been getting in your way.

His perfect fucking pitch.

Being stand partners with someone naturally gifted with such a sense is both a blessing and a curse. Countless times, Seokjin has saved your ass from being questioned by Mrs. Choi by letting you know silently that you’re a little too sharp, or playing in the wrong key entirely. (That last one has happened before.) Sometimes you can’t hear Namjoon, the principal violinist, too well from where you’re seated, so you’ve relied on Seokjin on many occasions to tune your strings correctly.

However, it irks you equally as much when he uses it against you, stopping you mid-piece to let you know that your C# sounds more like a D to him. No one’s perfect, and certainly not you — but you try, and to be shot down every single time by someone who thinks it’s absolutely funny to watch you repeatedly attempt to fix your pitch issues is purely exhausting.

“Hey, Y/N—”

“What?” you demand, sighing as you turn to him.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“No—”

“Why did Bach have twenty children?”

Your eyes widen in horror. “Oh my god—”

He continues anyway, ignoring your plea with that mischievous grin, “Because he had no organ stops!”

Seokjin is trying his best not to laugh at his own joke, shoulders shaking at the punch line. You can’t help it yourself, a giggle bursting out of your own chest as you cover your mouth.

“That was horrendous,” you tell him once you catch your breath again. “Absolutely terrible.”

“Oh, worry not,” he proclaims, smiling widely, “I can do far better.”

“Wait, no—”

“What tone does a piano falling down a mineshaft make?”

You furrow your brows, thinking. “I don’t know,” you shake your head after a few seconds. “What is it?”

“A flat minor.”

Your jaw drops open as you process it, and Seokjin just watches you in amusement. “You should be banned from making these kinds of jokes,” you tell him. “Seriously.”

“Admit it, I’m hilarious,” he counters. “I made you laugh, didn’t I?”

He did, you’ve got to acknowledge. He always does, in some way, now that you think about it. Whenever you end up coming to rehearsal in a bad mood, it’s always because of Seokjin that you leave the auditorium with a smile on your face.

The realization startles you like nothing else — you hadn’t known before that he played such a role in your daily life.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” he starts again, “We have a concert tonight.”

“Yeah…” You turn to him, eyebrow raised. “You forgot about the biggest performance of the year?”

Seokjin nods, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. My bad. You’re coming, right?”

“Duh,” you reply, fishing a block of rosin out of your case. “It’s almost half of my grade; no way I can skip. Besides, I like performing.”

“You do?”

“What are you so surprised for?” you ask him playfully. “I do enjoy it. I might not be good — not as good as you — but I like it. I like playing together with everyone, being able to hear every other part fit in with mine perfectly.” You frown. “Now if you asked me to play solo, I wouldn’t do it for anything in the world. Ensemble performances are far better.”

“You’re good,” Seokjin says quietly, looking at you — it’s like he’s taking you in, letting his eyes linger on you for a little while longer. “Don’t think that you’re not. You sound nice, Y/N.”

You hold his gaze for several breathless seconds before scoffing, turning away. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!”

“I don’t need empty compliments fr—”

Your bickering is cut short by Mrs. Choi walking onstage, a stack of sheet music in her hand which is promptly handed to Namjoon for him to distribute to the entire orchestra. You don’t offer your usual smile when he gives you two, and it’s with an impassive expression that you hand the extra to your stand partner.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Maybe you’ve made it more awkward between you two — but what else could have happened? Had you been hoping he’d magically fall in love with you and kiss you and you would have gone on dates?

No, of course not. This is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about; and besides, no matter how much you manage to soften up to him one moment, he’ll immediately make you want to murder him the next.

“Hey, Y/N… um — your D is just, you know, a little bit sharp—”

“Kim Seokjin, I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You, my dear, are just overcomplicating this for yourself,” Taehyung declares after listening to you rant about your problematic stand partner over lunch. “What’s the issue? You like him — don’t you shake your head at me, Y/N, you’re as obvious as an open book — and he clearly likes you. Why don’t you just date him?”

“It’s not that simple,” you grumble, brutally stabbing another piece of chicken. “I can’t just walk up to him and ask him out, Tae. Plus, he doesn’t like me, he just likes flirting with everyone he lays his eyes on.”

“From what you’re telling me, it sure does sound like it.”

“Taehyung…”

“Come on, you can’t possibly be that clueless, Y/N.”

“No,” you insist. “He’s a pain in the ass, and he enjoys getting a rise out of me, and he flexes that dumb pitch power of his whenever he can.”

“But you like him...”

“You’re not helping!”

This is where Jimin decides to intervene, tired of your back and forth arguing. “She has a point, Tae. But,” he says to you. “He’s also right. You need to take some kind of action.”

“Yeah, but what?”

Taehyung claps his hands, a telltale sign of a new idea. “Flirt back!”

“Okay, absolutely not—”

Jimin grabs you suddenly, shaking your shoulders. “Wait, think about it!” he exclaims, eyes wide. “It can work! That way you can see if he actually does like you, and you won’t publicly embarrass yourself by confessing to him, either!”

“On second thought, I’d have preferred to see the public embarrassment—”

“Shut up, Tae, you’re just making her feel worse!”

That makes you laugh; contrary to Jimin’s statement, your best friends certainly have succeeded in making you feel just a little bit better.

“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual,” you tease. “Maybe I owe him a dose, actually, because I’ve seen firsthand a particularly painful confession back in n—”

“Y/N! Don’t you dare bring that up!”

Amidst the chaos of Taehyung screeching while trying to attack you with a spoon and Jimin holding him back, someone taps on your shoulder lightly; a momentary distraction from this madness, if you will.

“Oh. You,” you respond when greeted with the gently smiling face of Kim Seokjin. “Did you need anything?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, instead showing you his closed fist. “Wanted to give you something.”

“If it’s another one of my strings that you’ve borrowed and also broken, then you can keep it, thanks.”

Seokjin shakes his head, chuckling. “Not that, Y/N. I always throw out the strings I break; don’t worry. I just thought you should have this.”

With that, he places a small wooden box on your lunch bag — at a closer look, you realize it’s a block of rosin. Brand new, too, by the looks of it — when you take off the bright blue lid, there are no scratches on the surface, no sign of wear and tear.

“For me?” You look at him, surprised to be met with a rather fond gaze you’re not used to. “Why?”

“Noticed the one you had was basically falling apart,” he says nonchalantly, attempting to mask the slight tremble in his voice and the blush on his cheeks. “I mean, come on — how are you gonna keep your bow in good shape with those tiny chunks of this stuff?”

“Oh,” is all you can reply, staring at the gleaming black cube in your hand. “I — thanks, I guess.”

“No problem.” He’s back to his bright, grinning self again, all self-confidence and smug smiles. “See you tomorrow,” he tells you, before waving to your friends. “Have a nice lunch, guys.”

It takes Jimin and Taehyung precisely fourteen seconds after Seokjin leaves for his own table to lose their shit.

“Was he looking out for you?”

“Did he actually just give you a new block of rosin?!”

“And you still don’t wanna date this guy?”

“You guys are violinists! Gifting each other supplies is basically your love language!”

You fidget with the rosin, smoothing your thumb over the lid. “No, that’s just how he is,” you defend. “He always lends me rosin when I need it.”

“And you always lend him extra strings,” Taehyung says, a teasing smile on his face. They’re kind of right, you realize when you think about it. Never has Seokjin actually given you a block to keep, and though you might be overestimating the significance of the gesture, it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.

“Okay, anyways,” Jimin changes the topic, “How are we feeling about tonight’s concert?”

“I think we’re in good shape,” you tell him. “We’ve got everything under control — Mrs. Choi was afraid the cellos would screw up their solo section, but they managed to pull it together today and they sounded great.”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same,” Taehyung sighs. “Not when the tenors keep screwing up their long note—”

“That wasn’t me! That was Jeon Jungkook!”

“Yeah, sure—”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Come on, we are not arguing about this right now. I’m sure you guys will sound fine, you always do. Plus, Jeon has a really sweet voice.”

“I guess so,” Taehyung shrugs. “But I think the highlight of tonight is going to be Y/N getting to see her guy all dressed up,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No!” You exclaim a little too quickly, cheeks red. “Why would you say something like that?!”

“Because you’re whipped for him—”

“I am most certainly not—”

Jimin laughs out loud, almost toppling off of his chair. “You know, Y/N, we might have believed you if you weren’t redder than a fucking tomato right now—”

“PARK JIMIN! NOT YOU TOO!”

As luck would have it, you’re a solid ten minutes late.

Call time was at six o’clock, and here you are; slamming the car door shut as you wave a hasty goodbye to your father and run to the main entrance, all the while trying not to get drenched in the rain.

(Your folder and the music inside it are probably already soaked, but that’s an issue for another time.)

You hurry down the stairs, pushing the double doors open with a quick apology to Mrs. Choi, who gives you a stern look but says nothing else. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you slide into your seat, already unlatching your case.

“You’re late.”

You twist your neck to give your stand partner a blank stare. “I’m aware.”

“You look really nice,” he blurts out next, blinking faster than usual.

“Thanks?” You try and laugh it off, fastening your shoulder rest to the back of your violin. You’re not wearing anything fancy, just a flowy black dress with your hair tied back, but his remark renders you speechless for a split second “So do you.”

You manage to compliment him nonchalantly, but your heart is beating twice as fast, eyes admiring his parted, fluffy hair, the white dress shirt impeccable on his figure. And his lips…

Shit. You really are down bad, but you don’t have time to dwell on it — Mrs. Choi is starting the last piece already, and you’re scrambling to have your instrument ready by the time the first violins start with their little intro.

Seokjin laughs at you quietly, but inhales sharply when you start to rosin your bow hair. “You kept it,” he says softly, nodding at the block in your hands.

“Yeah,” you swallow, suddenly self-conscious. “I did.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

“I’m not that ungrateful,” you wrinkle your nose at him. “Of course I kept it, Seokjin.”

“Jin.”

“Huh?”

“Jin,” he repeats, flicking a strand of chestnut hair away from his eyes. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“Since when am I your friend?”

“Would you rather not be?”

“Would you rather be?”

Seokjin — Jin, rather — frowns down at you. “Stop asking questions to my questions!”

“You did it first!” you exclaim, laughing. “Hypocrite! Answer mine, then!”

He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s taking his sweet time choosing the right words to say to you. “Since now,” he decides finally, firmly. “You are now. I want you to be mine. My friend,” he clarifies, turning deep red as he says it.

“I thought you hated me,” you muse. “And I was pretty sure you thought I was the lamest kid ever because I couldn’t play a single thing right.”

“Of course not,” Jin shakes his head vehemently. “You’re cool, Y/N. A little tone deaf, but cool.”

“Take that back!”

“I’m sorry, it’s the truth,” he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.

You send him your best glare, but contrary to your facial expression, it’s nice to laugh with him like this. You’ve been so caught up with telling yourself that you shouldn’t be feeling anything but annoyance when you’re around him that you ignored your blossoming feelings, and now they’ve fully bloomed, leaving no room for that initial irritation you so often experienced.

Friends. It’s not what you most want, but it’s something. You could get used to that.

The concert goes smoothly, and the choir performances were absolutely delightful to watch — but your father is late, again, which means you’re stuck waiting for him out in the rain that hasn’t let up for hours.

You’re about to call him for the fifth time in ten minutes when you hear a set of heavy footsteps behind you, running up the stairway. “Y/N!”

“Jin?” you ask, surprised by the boy making his way toward you, brown hair completely soaked. “What are you doing out here?”

“I lied,” he says breathlessly, like he’s in a rush, and if he doesn’t tell you now, he might never be able to. “I’m sorry, I — I lied, Y/N. I don’t want you to be my friend — God, I don’t think I could live with that. I want you to be more.”

“Jin—”

“I just,” he exhales forcefully, “I want to be able to take you out and hold your hand and hug you and kiss you—”

When your mind finally clears up, you don’t let him finish his sentence, instead grabbing his collar and yanking him down so you can press your lips to his in one swift motion. A quiet gasp leaves his mouth, but he quickly adjusts to the situation, hands dropping his violin so he can gently cradle your face, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. It’s all happening so fast that you barely even have time to think, to properly take it all in.

His lips are cold due to the nasty weather, and you’re both sopping wet — and this is most definitely the worst setting for this to have happened, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That,” Jin breathes when you finally let him go, pupils dilated, “that was—”

“My first,” you finish. Your prior courage all gone, you’re a bit nervous now, too embarrassed by your bold move to even meet his eyes. What were you thinking? “I-I’m sorry...”

“Sorry?” Jin asks, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“You know, because… of that.” You can barely speak up, cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know why I did that. Is this — is this a prank or something? Did you plan this? Was I just supposed to laugh it off and threaten to take your eye out with my bow instead?”

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, laughing. “Can’t you tell, Y/N?” He lowers his voice to a gentle whisper. “I like you, you idiot. Ever since you waltzed into the auditorium sophomore year and nearly broke your violin falling down the stairs, I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You… you like me?” you ask incredulously, jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest. “Like, for real? You’re not just pulling my leg like you usually love to do?”

“I meant what I said, Y/N,” he tells you softly, fingers intertwined with yours. His voice is genuine, soothing. “I want to do all those things with you, if you’ll let me.”

It takes you a while to reply, but when you do, your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest that you can barely hear yourself. “A-And if I said yes?”

A wide grin breaks out onto Jin’s face as he pulls you into a hug, both your instruments forgotten on the pavement and your head resting on his chest as he holds you close. A few days ago, you would have thought yourself a fool for even thinking that a day like this would ever come; yet here you are, all those daydreams come true.

It’s all so new to you, and you’ll most likely screw up along the way — multiple times. But hand in hand with Jin and his vexing ability to pick out a B from a B flat, things aren’t looking so bad.

You’ll work it out.

Hanging out with your friends is always a chaotic (but fun) occurrence — but when you add your boyfriend’s buddies into the mix, it all goes down to shit.

Actually, it’s all his fault, if you really think about it. Why on earth did he think challenging Taehyung to a baking competition was even remotely close to being a good idea?

“That’s so not fucking fair!” the aforementioned best friend cries, angrily shaking a spatula at a playfully grinning Jung Hoseok. “You can’t just hide the bag of flour! I fucking forgot to put it in!”

“Nothing we can do about it now, Tae,” Jimin sighs, massaging his forehead as the three of you stare at the burnt, soupy mass your team has created. “We fucking lost, that’s it.”

“So,” Jin smirks mischievously, nudging your elbow. “I guess Hoseok and I win this one, yeah?”

“Shut up,” you shove him back, though you’re grinning; a plate with a slice of his impeccably made cake in your hands and a fork lifted to your lips. “You’re good at this and you know it. I knew from the start that you were just trying to fuck around with Tae.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Your evil, demonic, deceptive, satanic boyfriend—”

“Nice vocabulary,” Hoseok comments without looking up, and you’re sure he’s on your best friend’s hit list at this point.

“Well — anyways, he’s out to get me,” Taehyung continues, frowning. “I feel attacked.”

“Yeah, okay, keep saying that several years from now when you’re sitting in a church and Y/N’s walking down the aisle,” Jimin says nonchalantly, causing you to choke on your cake in complete shock.

“What the heck — we’re literally eighteen! You can’t — you can’t just say things like that!” you exclaim indignantly, fork clattering against your empty plate. Jin grins widely all of a sudden, tapping your shoulder all of a sudden.

“Jagi.”

“Hmm?” You turn to him, momentarily forgetting how flustered Jimin’s comment made you feel.

“That was a really nice C# just now…”

Your mouth drops open as you gape at your boyfriend; part of you wants to cry and part of you wants to laugh. You knew when you agreed to make it official that somewhere along the line, you’d have to deal with these kinds of things, but now that it’s actually happening…

You turn to Jimin, patience already running thin from Jin’s antics (actually, you secretly love it, though you’ll never admit it to his face.)

“And you have the audacity to suggest that I’ll actually get married to this man?”

“Y/N? Honey, wake up. I… I just realized something.”

“Oh — Jin? What is it? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. You know, I was thinking about it, and I realized that...” Your husband bites down on his lip hesitantly, glancing down at the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“Yeah?” you press, curious.

“When Aera cries — you know, when she’s screaming at the top of her lungs,” he smiles fondly. “It’s always — she always cries in either F# or C#. It’s,” he looks like he’s nearing tears, “the D major key. Y/N, she literally cries in D major. I’m—”

You sigh, smiling amusedly to yourself as you snuggle up to him for extra warmth, holding your baby close. Leave it to none other than Kim Seokjin to analyze his daughter’s pitch — isn’t that part of the reason why you fell in love with him, anyway?

Life with Jin is many things — a chaotic mess that includes the constantly screaming light of your lives, three pandemoniac best friends, and far too many notes for you to keep track of. And though sometimes you want to chuck a blue-lidded block of rosin at his head to shut him up, you’re more than ready for it all.

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[chickennoodlesoupfortae]

Secret love

A/n- this is a one-shot written at 1:40 am because it popped into my head and I couldn’t sleep not writing it. As always request are open so hit that up. Listen to “secret love song part II”

Summary- (y/n) is a celebrity secretly dating bts member jungkook. You both have been together for two years and are in love but no one knows except the members and your families. Tonight you are performing at an award show debuting your new single for the first time. The song was written during a fight between the two of you and as you sing it you see your relationship flash through your eyes and jk feels the same way. (secret love song part II by little mix all excerpts of the song belong to them) Prompting the both of you to ask why aren’t you public.

Word count- 2.2k 

Warnings- heartaches and not the good kind :(

The crowd roared as the presenters announced your name.

Now presenting award-winning singer/songwriter (y/n) (y/l/n) with her new single being sung live tonight for the first time! 

A round of applause followed as the trap door opened and the platform you were on a rose. A soft piano ballad began accompanied by violins causing the crowd to go silent.

You waited for your queue to start as you spotted jungkook in the crowd sitting down at his table noticeably far from your own.

We keep behind closed doors, Every time I see you, I die a little more, Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

Your voice soft and strong pierced through the venue. Your mind was taken back to the first time you met the person the song was written about 

Two years earlier 

  “Hi I’m Jeon Jungkook!” a tall man greeted you with fluffy dark hair 

“Hello, I’m (y/n)” you replied as your manager pushed you along “Sorry- I have to go but call me.” you handed the stranger your business card, enchanted by his smile but too busy to find out who the person behind it was.

Later that night, while you sat in the back of a black van your phone, went off

Jk- Hi this is jungkook from earlier tonight I was wondering If you’d like to get a coffee or smth?”

You smiled at your phone causing your manager to grab it reading the text message

“I’m sorry baby, it can’t happen. For neither of you actually, you both have a reputation to uphold might as well not hurt both of your feelings by starting something you shouldn’t.”

You took your phone back. “I won’t.” 

(y/n)- sure but we need to meet somewhere private…

Now 

That’s what you thought of first as you sang the first line to your song that was so blatantly written about him. You opened your eyes finishing the last word in the first line. Your eyes met him and began to water.

Jungkook was sitting towards the front of the celebrity section of the award show with all the members being they were nominated. He was surprised when he heard the melancholic piano at the beginning. It was so different than your other pieces. He listened carefully to the beginning one phrase sticking with him.

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

He could feel the pain in your voice and he knew what you meant, a memory going through his mind quickly before you spoke another word.

Five months earlier 

“You’re so beautiful” he whispered in between each kiss he placed on your neck. “Did anyone see you come in here,” he asked 

“No. I slipped right in.” you were against the frame of beams holding the stage up behind some curtains at no more than ten feet away from the stadium of sixty thousand people. So caught up in your secret kisses you both hadn’t heard the last call and the curtain opened. You were out of sight and pushed aside so he could go on stage and act like what was happening wasn’t. You sat there surrounded by wires on the floor you had fallen on in an attempt to hide. When you felt yourself feel the pain the interaction had caused you. Your heart broke into a million pieces. You were like a secret no one wanted to tell and that hurt. You laid there unable to move in the fear of someone seeing you sobbing for the better half of the show. 

Jungkook didn’t remember that way. What went through his mind was the feeling of excitement he had felt being so close to showing everyone but showing no one.

It'll never be enough, As you drive me to my house, I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down, You and I both have to hide, On the outside where I can't be yours and you, Can't be mine. 

Your eyes watered as you sang the second line out. All the times you had walked out of shops early or left your home an hour later to avoid being seen came into your mind like a dagger to the heart. 

He listened to the pain in your voice and looked at the table as his eyes began to water. “What does she mean silent tears?” he asked himself in a whisper recalling all the times he had heard you cry but hadn’t said anything 

You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t see him, afraid if you did you wouldn’t be able to sing.

But I know this, We got a love that is homeless

It seemed as if you sang the words and told them to him and yourself at that moment. When you wrote them you had been in a state of heartbreak and couldn’t deal with what you were writing but now it seems...clear.

As the beat grew you poured all your emotion into the chorus wanting to feel it and let the crowd feel it as well. 

Why can't I hold you in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours.

You opened your eyes and found his in the crowd

Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours

At this point, tears were streaming down your face shamelessly. You weren’t singing to the crowd anymore. You were pleading to your case. It was hard, It was more than hard to be with him it was impossible. 

He felt ashamed sitting there with his girlfriend singing a song about how she didn’t feel loved. It hurt him because he always knew and never said anything. He could feel the sympathetic eyes of his fellow members on him as he watched you sing with all the pain you harboured. What could he have done? He began to remember your fights.

A month earlier 

“Kookie when are you gonna be able to get here” you cried into the phone laying on your bed 

“I don’t know babe” he answered “I don’t think I can come today, I don’t want anyone suspecting anything,” he admitted 

“Why? Am I a secret that needs to be kept at all cost?” you started to feel a pain in your chest again. One you wouldn’t admit you had.

“No. This isn’t new (y/N). We’ve always done it like this. Why are you being pissy?” he asked 

That’s all he remembered, a small fight.

For you, it was different. That night you cried. Not in a normal middle of the week breakdown manner, but in a sob that consumed your body causing you to heave and stop breathing. You sobbed all night and began thinking about your relationship. Soon you were jotting lyrics.

“Hi, can I talk to Susan please.” your voice was hoarse as you asked your manager's secretary for her. “Hi-” you coughed attempting to make your voice sound normal and not like you had spent the last four hours crying “I have the debut single-” 

Now

It's obvious you're meant for me, Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly. Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep, But I'll never show it on my face. But we know this, we got a love that is homeless

 A sad smile crept onto your face as you sang the bridge. You thought of all the good times rather than the bad. But still, it seemed as though you saw them in a blue filter tainted by reality. You saw all your favourite memories pass through. You closed your eyes and imagined them as if they were happening now. Giggles filled your mind remembering days when you both laughed in bed joking and teasing. Then memories of the two of you watching movies on your or his couch. You remembered the look in his eyes when he first told you he loved you while you were in his arms, but you were in the dressing room of a shop hiding from the press. This fact brought you back to the reality that was your broken heart.

“Man you fucked up. What did you do to break her heart so bad” Jimin whispered into Jungkook’s ear

He was looking up at the stage watching you close your eyes wondering what you were thinking. He was wishing he could run on stage and hold you in his arms and tell you he was sorry and he wanted everyone to know that. But there he sat speechless and unable to think of an answer to his question. 

“What I didn’t I do?” he said as his eyes began to water

“Stop you can’t cry. She’s been looking at you and if you cry now everyone will know.” Jimin whisper shouted into his ear 

“Shut up.”  he swatted him away wanting only to hear you 

You sang the chorus with your eyes open and shamelessly motioning and looking at him. Your makeup wasn’t running but there was a shine on your face from where the tears had trailed.

I don't wanna live love this way. I don't wanna hide us away. I wonder if it ever will change. I'm living for that day. Someday when you hold me in the street and you kiss me on the dance floor I wish that we could be like that 

You sang the last pre-chorus and thought about what you wanted. You thought about the last two years of your life and regretted nothing. You loved him with everything in you but you couldn’t live like this anymore. Something had to change. You finished the song and thanked everyone for telling them to buy your upcoming album. You looked at the cheering crowd as they stood up to give you a standing ovation. Some of them were tearing up struck by the emotion in your voice. You looked out at your peers and fans and felt like you had done well by yourself.

You walked off stage and into the dressing room where you sat down looking at yourself in the mirror. Your hand stroked your cheek as you wiped away the tear marks left on it. 

“What are you going to do? (Y/n) is it worth it? Do you want this? Is this who you are? Someone who sings on stage to the man they love who doesn’t love them back? Yes. But we are also the strong woman who won’t run away but figure this out because we love that person no matter what and that means working for it.” you looked in the mirror vocalizing your thoughts a second time that night.

A knock on the door followed by it swinging open caused you to go into a panic.

“Who is that!” you screamed but your question was answered when you saw your boyfriend pressed up against the closed door tears in his eyes.

You both looked at each other, shocked at the scene that was being played out.

“I-” his voice broke “I’m so sorry.” he buried his face into his hands and sobbed “I love you so much baby, it’s not fair for me to say that now but I love you and I’m sorry I haven’t told anyone when I should’ve had a billboard saying how lucky I was…” You rushed over to him wrapping your arms around his shoulders even though he had a good seven inches on your small frame and your giant dress. 

“Was?” you chuckled while sobbing with him. Before you knew it, you were both on the ground sobbing.

“So what do we do now?” you asked looking into his soft brown eyes that were swollen from crying.

“I just want you to feel happy and loved and not like a secret I’m keeping,” he said

“I don’t know how to tell everyone?” you stated 

“I have an idea. Hear me out what if I were to sit next to you and kiss you when the award is announced.” he proposed the idea

“That wouldn’t work the award is in ten minutes.” you sighed, “I think it would be enough if we could just keep it private but not a secret.” 

“We could hold hands in public and live together finally as you wanted and I could talk about you in interviews, we could be in the open.” 

“That’s all I wanted.”

Though things were far from being normal you felt happy that you were walking one step in the right direction.

A/N- I’m gonna be doing two post a week so look up to that, I’m going away for a month or two so I’ll try to have enough pieces on queue so this account runs normally but if post stop I wan’t able too but I’ll be back in a little I promise. I SWEAR IF NO ONE REQUEST ANYTHING IM GONNA KMS but asks are open have a nice day. Why do I always put these on queue at 1 am?

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[squirrelly831]

Encountering His Crush [Seokjin and Yoongi]

Sorry they are mega long, but I had an idea and rolled with it. Also, the title doesn’t really do it justice, but really had no idea how to name this reaction... I may fix them up in the future, but for now enjoy a little bad boy au and let me know what you think~ 

Enjoy~

Seokjin

Jiyeon and Seokjin grew up together. All the way until high school, they were close. However, when the boys joined high school and BTS formed, Seokjin and Jiyeon rarely spent time together. Due to the sudden change, she became a target of bullies her last year of high school. They were small things. Shoes going missing, maybe a book or two hidden around the class. But then things just escalated. She found herself drenched in some occasions or her lunch would go missing…

Seokjin didn’t realize what was going on at first. He noticed some days Jiyeon went without being seen eating lunch or entering class late. He didn’t put the pieces together until Yoongi told him about one of the incidences he witnessed with Jiyeon and a pair of classmates. He was livid. Seokjin approached Jiyeon with a trail of fire as she opened her locker to grab her books. He said nothing as he shut her locker and grabbed her arm.

“Hey! Seokjin!” She hissed as he yanked her down the hall not making an move to stop.

Seokjin eyed the students around him. This was his silent threat to them all to stay away from Jiyeon. She tried to pry off his hand, but when he tightened his grip on her wrist she stopped. He led her down to the abandoned classroom and was secretly thankful the boys weren’t in as he pulled inside. He slid the door shut and released her wrist.

Jiyeon clicked her teeth as she rubbed her wrist, “Yes, hold my wrist harder why don’t you?”

Seokjin shot her a look, “Funny… You always have a comeback to me, but when those dumb-asses bully you, you clam up.”

Jiyeon looked away as she licked her lips, “What’s the point? I can snap-back at them and they’ll hit. I can’t fight.”

“And I won’t?”

She chuckled, “Why do you care? You ditched me months ago.”

He gave her an unreadable expression as he made his way to her. Sensing the change in him, Jiyeon stepped back only to hit a desk. Seokjin pressed his hands on either side of the desk and pinned her, “I didn’t ditch you.”

Jiyeon shoved him, but he barely move, “For real? So I’ve dreamed the last three months of you not in my life?”

He sucked in a breath as he ran his hand in his hair, “It’s not like that, Jiyeon.”

“Then you tell me, what is it like?”

“I like you” he confessed angrily. He took a deep breath as he looked her in the eyes, “I love you… That’s why I pulled away.”

Jiyeon stared at him in shock as she took in his words. Her shock subsided as she pursed her lips and shot him a glare, “Really, so you decided that it was better to avoid me when we could have been dating this entire time. Good job.” She mocked.

“I knew you didn–wait” his eyes widened. “Dating? You like me?”

“Wow, give him a cookie. He’s figured it out” she gave him a slow clap.

Seokjin ignored her mocks as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss. She kissed him back instantly and wrapped her arm around his neck. Seokjin wanted to deepen the kiss, but the sound of Jiyeon’s stomach broke his train of thought. He broke the kiss and licked his lips, “Hungry?”

She blushed as she shoved him back, successfully this time, “Shut up… I haven’t eaten.”

He went to his bag and pulled out two lunches, “Good thing I brought us food, huh?” He grinned as he shoved some desks to the side to make room for them on the ground.

Yoongi

Yoongi only ever attended one class religiously. His music class. It was the only class he could play the piano, but that wasn’t the only reason. He hit the keys as he watched Taylor with the teacher. He played a melody as Taylor nodded to the instructions the teacher gave her before she placed her violin back to the crook of her neck. Yoongi missed a key and flinched at the sound as he came to a stop. He tsked as he got up from the piano.

Taylor drew back her violin bow and a low drawn out note sounded before she moved her bow across the strings again. Yoongi caught himself staring at her as she played the melody she memorized. He was in a daze as he watched Taylor shut her eyes and swayed to the music she created with her violin.

As Taylor packed away her things, she caught Yoongi’s gaze on her. She gave him a smile as she picked up her violin and waved at him before she left with her two friends. The two never interacted asides from a hello or goodbye on her part, but she wanted to talk to him. However, her friends would never let her get close to him in fears that Yoongi, being part of BTS, would corrupt her. Taylor glanced back at Yoongi once more before she was dragged out of the music room leaving Yoongi to his thoughts.

One day after school, Yoongi saw Taylor’s friends frantically searching for her with concern on their faces. He knew why they were searching for her. All of the music majors at the school knew. It was the day of the contest that Taylor had been preparing for the past five months. He was there and watched each performance, but the only one who captivated him was Taylor. Her music spoke to him. However, when they announced the three winners and Taylor wasn’t called, she fled the auditorium. Yoongi silently hoped he could be the one to run into her as he headed off to the abandoned music room.  

Shockingly, his prayer was answered as he entered to see a crying Taylor on the piano bench with her violin case on her lap. She heard the door and her head shot up. “Oh… Yoongi…” Taylor wiped her eyes as she sniffled, “Sorry, I forgot this is where you and BTS hang out.” She got up from the bench. “I just needed a moment alone.”

Yoongi held up a hand, “Relax, the guys skipped today, so it’s just me today.” He walked up to the piano and traced the keys, “I watched the performance. I’m sorry–”

Taylor shook her head, “It’s my fault. I’m just not good enough.”

“I’m sorry the judges don’t know great music when they hear it” Yoongi continued. Taylor looked up at him with tear filled eyes before she let out a soft laugh. “I’m serious” his eyes confirmed the seriousness in his tone. “They’re stupid and need their ears checked. Your music is beautiful.”

Taylor smiled as she pushed her hair behind her ear, “If anyone can beautifully it’s you, Yoongi. You play the piano like it’s a part of you. I love hearing you play. It always helps me focus.”

Yoongi sat on half of the piano bench and patted the seat. Taylor sat beside him and Yoongi played a few notes. He looked at Taylor who looked like she was struggling with whether to cry or smile. He knew words wouldn’t be enough for her, so he played a song he made. A song he created when he had watched her perform in the music room. He wanted to bring her radiant smile back to her lips.

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We are Bulletproof (BTS GANG AU) Chapter 32

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"So, there you have it princess, you wanted the truth...you got it"

Allie still couldn't see or hear past her own thoughts. Her head was swimming and all she could do was look at Hoseok. Her heart felt like it had ripped into two and that the solid rock on which she was able to stand on was crumbling beneath her feet and she was tumbling down into an empty pit of despair. The look on his face confirmed everything, all he was worried about now was the fact that he got caught and there was no sorry or pleading with her to make her believe that it was all a lie.

He allowed her to believe that he might have felt something for her even though she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. The world stood still and silence engulfed the already awkward situation.

Namjoon smirked knowing full well that he had won; game over, checkmate. If there was one thing Namjoon could pride himself on it was that he won. Fair and simple. He didn't care who got hurt as long as he was the victor standing at the top. He still had his chance to finish the deal and to walk away victorious.

"So...you've all been lying to me?" Allie asked, there was no emotion in her voice. She couldn't even bring herself to look the boys in the eyes to see if they were lying or telling the truth, she just knew. Silence welcomed her once again as she took it as a confirmation, a confirmation that Jimin and Taehyung were just pretending to be her friend to draw her in. Hoseok had just pretended to fall in love with her to get her to put her guard down and Jin pretended to be that figure of sweetness that made her relax into the situation she had found herself in. Suga and Jungkook only seemed to be the two genuine ones, they both hated her guts and whether Jungkook wanted to admit it or not, he couldn't be nice to her. He was just doing his job. The job that Namjoon told him to do.

"This way." Namjoon told her gripping her arm and leading her from the room past the quiet boys and towards the door that led to the stairs. In all of the built up anger, frustration and emotions that were swarming in her head she ripped her arm out of Namjoon's grip and shoved Hoseok against the wall behind him, her arm holding him up against it but he didn't even try to fight back.

"Did you lie to me?" She shouted in his face. There was no answer. He couldn't even look her in the eye. He knew he betrayed her and the guilt was just too much. He gambled with the girls heart and now it had all fell apart.

"Answer me!" She hit the wall by his head with her free hand. Hoseok finally let his eyes meeting her shaking ones. "Why did you lie to me, you played me like a violin...allowed me to feel something for you when I had nothing or no one around me...you wormed your way in...and I actually thought I found myself falling in love with you!" Hoseok's eyes were telling the story his face couldn't. "And you never felt anything for me? Did you? I was just a piece in this big game just so you could come out the best. You never loved me, hell did you ever even like me? You let Namjoon rule your life and you can't even make your decisions. I never want to see you again! Don't talk to me ever again." She backed away from him and Namjoon once again grabbed her arm, as he moved to take her out of the room he swiftly turned to his sub-ordinates and demanded; "This ends now...call him and tell him to meet us at the rendezvous point."

Before Allie was even allowed to contemplate what he said, her arm was roughly pulled and she was moving quickly being herded like a lamb to the slaughter.  She was brought back to the stairs and prodded to begin climbing.  Namjoon was being quiet, but Allie could feel the tension and anger radiating from his body and if his grip on her throbbing wrist was anything to go by, he officially had enough.  As they emerged back into the main area of the house he planted her on a nearby chair and knelt in front of her, his grip still firm.  She could hardly look him in the eye he was that angry.  His hand shot out and grabbed her chin, forcing her head up to look at him instead of the salmon coloured carpet at her feet.  She winced lightly at her sensation that shot across her face.  He silently watched her, his dark, intense eyes searching her scared but gentle eyes.  She could feel her breath coming out slightly shaky, she didn't even realise that her hands were shaking as Namjoon never released his strong hold.  

"Now, you're going to listen to me for once in your goddamn life."  He spoke slowly and lowly, sending a spark of fear down the back of Allie's spine.  She felt like she couldn't really breath in the intense moment.  All those days trying to put up a strong front and trying to put on this mask, becoming someone she wasn't, living a lifestyle that would never be for her and it was all crumbling down around her to reveal what she truly was.  A young, scared girl who had gotten herself in way too deep and was struggling to stay above the waves to get a breathe of air before being forced back into the depths where she felt like she couldn't breath.  It was hell.  

"Don't speak."  Namjoon demanded.  She had no plan to, her fear was physically locking her in the seat.  "Now.  I tried to give you a chance and you ruined it.  You are going to listen to every little thing I say and you are going to follow orders without complaints.  You will wait here until I come back.  If you disobey me once...I am going to put a bullet through Jung Hoseok's head before you can even blink...and then once you've seen the light leave his eyes, I'll finally shoot you too and be rid of you.  Got it?"

Allie nodded, fear evident in her eyes.  Yes Hoseok may not have been entirely true about his feelings but she had come to care for the man, flaws and all.  That was something she wouldn't be able to throw away at the drop of a hat.  He was her saving grace and while he may have used her, she was inwardly grateful for everything he had done, whether the returned emotions were real or faked.

"He said that he will be here in one hour."  A voice interrupted the fragile atmosphere as Taehyung stepped into view of Allie's line of vision.  He seemed hesitant and nervous to speak to his superior.  Namjoon's jaw clenched and his head turned to face his subordinate.  "Tell him he has 20 minutes, he needs to stop trying my patience and if he brings back up then tell him that the girls brains will be decorating the living room wall and her head will be sent 1st class."

Taehyung disappeared as quick as he had came and silence filled the room once again.  It was clear the rest of the members of the group were avoiding Namjoon like the plague and he didn't seem to care.

"Stay here."  He ordered before finally giving up the metaphorical staring contest that they had between each other.  As soon as he stepped out of her personal space and walked off adjusting his cuffs of his shirt only then could Allie let out the breath that had been caught in her throat.  Tears daring to leak over the edge and her head was spinning.  The room was now deadly silent and she was the only one here.  She could hear voices in the distance and a door slamming somewhere down the hallway.  But she kept her eyes forward looking at the wall opposite her.  

All she had to do was follow his orders.  That's what she had been doing right?  This whole time Allie had been nothing but complacent, she knew she was way in over her head and she messed up so many opportunities to escape but she ruined it when she got emotionally compromised.  "I just want to go home..." She whispered to herself for company as she felt slightly alone and vulnerable.  Looking back over the conversation, or rather dramatic monologue that Namjoon delivered she recalled her 'best friend' Ayami stabbing her in the back and letting her loose to the wolves.  Why would she do it?  Over the years Ayami had been nothing but a faithful best friend and Allie had never known about her knowing any of these boys or that she had another group of friends outside of their small friendship circle.  

Another slammed door moments later brought Allie out of her sorrows as she perked her head up slightly so most of the room could be kept in her peripheral vision.  Jimin was walking towards her, with an expression she couldn't place.  "Namjoon sent me to get you"  was all he said as he took her arm and lifted her from the chair.  She noted how gentle his touch was and he didn't pull her, he allowed her to walk next to him and just guided her.  It was worlds different from the strength that Namjoon displayed when he held her arm, the redness was still there.

Jimin led her to the front door, as he pulled it open Allie sworn she thought she heard him mutter a sorry as he took her outside.  His grip tightening only just whenever Namjoon came into view.  The rest of the members of Bangtan were present and silent as their leader walked confidently over to her.  His hand raised and Allie winced moving her face away from him as he advanced.  A low chuckled emitted from his lips and he simply brushed the tatted hair that clung to her face.  "You know, I was really starting to like you, but I knew there was something off.  Guess that little fire in you just didn't want to go out...you know, you could have avoided all of this if you just submitted to us."

"Now why do I feel like you're lying?  You were never going to keep me around."  She said, summoning up the last of her courage.  Namjoon twitched in annoyance.  He licked the inside of the mouth and let out a 'tsk' before taking her from Jimin.

"Remember what I told you."  His eyes flicked from her to Hoseok and back, a small smirk gracing his face when he saw her eyes flit to the ground and her teeth grazed her bottom lip.  

Pulling her further out into the outdoor space the sound of tires could be heard faintly rolling along the stones that covered the ground.  A black car finally rolled into view and stopped across from the gang.  The door opened and a foot hit the ground.  Finally the figure emerged and Allie laid eyes on the man she had not seen since she was young.

It was her father.

It was Park JinYoung.

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